Brenna stood very still, refusing to fidget under his glare.
"Very good, pet," he murmured, taking the material from her hands and tearing it open a little more, seemingly meszmerised by the jewels inside. He tore the padded material out of the skirt and took it to a desk on the far wall, leaving Brenna to stare in his wake. He pulled a small leather bag out of the top drawer. Using the same knife he'd removed Brenna's clothing with, he slit the padded fabric along it's length and the rubies spilled out onto the desk. He bagged them and locked them in the bottom drawer. Looking pleased with himself, he slanted a look in her direction and asked, "Is there any other piece I need to remove from ye?"
Brenna's eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently, knowing the next piece of clothing removed would leave her bare.
He chuckled. "Where are the rest, luv?"
Brenna backed away from him. She was wary of his knife blade and it's ability to expose her, in more ways than one. "I-If I give them to you, will you release me?"
"I can't do that, pet." Thinking, he held his hands in front of him, Brenna noticed, as if cautious, his fingers slightly bent. "Give 'em to me, luv, and I'll leave ye free t' roam me ship as ye please."
His eyes were gleaming and Brenna didn't quite trust him. She narrowed her eyes. "You swear?"
He nodded. "Do we 'ave an accord?"
Brenna thought it over. Then she could find a means of escape. "Yes."
She produced the rest of the gemstones and he allowed her to dress in the privy.
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Jack sat down at the desk, locking the rubies away with the rest in his bottom drawer. He tucked the key into the inside pocket of his coat.
The lass was clever, he'd give her that, hiding the biggest stones in her shoes.
She was jumpy around him after the knife incident. He'd known what was going through her mind as the thoughts flickered across her brilliant green eyes. He wouldn't have taken her against her will, but it was fun watching her squirm.
He got a bottle of rum out of the cabinet and took a long swig, enjoying the instant warmth that spread through his insides. After a few more heavy swallows of the caramel liquid, his mind drifted back to the sight of the daughter of his enemy, stripped nearly to the skin.
Her deep emerald eyes had betrayed her angry reaction, proving to him in an instant that the entire situation frightened her. When he'd cut through the lacings of her corset, she'd cried out, and he wondered, with a jolt to his lower extremities, would she make the same sound in the throes of passion.
Grinning, and downing another gulp of rum, he decided it may be profitable for him to find out. Now, to find a way to get her to give in willingly. He did love good sport.
Jack frowned in his current state of drunkenness. "She is takin' long enough in there," he mumbled to himself and went to the door. Knocking gently, he inquired, "Are ye still with us, in there, lass?"
"Go away," came a small voice.
"Be ye decent?"
There was a momentary silence. "No."
She was hiding from him. He pressed the door open slowly, to give her time to cover herself.
A bar of soap narrowly missed his head at it flew through the air. He narrowed his eyes on her.
Jack's eyes widened as, this time, a dagger sailed right past his head and stuck in the doorframe by his ear with a muffled thud.
The little minx! Sport, indeed. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Ye shouldn't 'ave done tha', luv." He tugged the dagger out of the wood and held it loosely in his palm. "I don't like people stickin' things in me ship."
Her eyes were wild. "Don't touch me!"
He swaggered over and snatched her arm. He pulled her into the cabin. "You're acting like a spoiled girl, luv." He sat her in a chair and stood over her. "I won't hurt ye unless ye make me. Stop fightin' me."
She crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. "Then let me go."
"I know yer father is Adrien Gunn. Why were ye carryin' his rubies?"
She frowned heavily at him. "I was leaving with them."
"Why?"
She immediatly lowered her gaze and her face was void of any emotion. "That is none of your affair." Her eyes shot fire at him. "Why do you want the rubies?"
He grinned slyly. "Th' gems are a plus, luv, but it was you I was truly after."
"Very good, pet," he murmured, taking the material from her hands and tearing it open a little more, seemingly meszmerised by the jewels inside. He tore the padded material out of the skirt and took it to a desk on the far wall, leaving Brenna to stare in his wake. He pulled a small leather bag out of the top drawer. Using the same knife he'd removed Brenna's clothing with, he slit the padded fabric along it's length and the rubies spilled out onto the desk. He bagged them and locked them in the bottom drawer. Looking pleased with himself, he slanted a look in her direction and asked, "Is there any other piece I need to remove from ye?"
Brenna's eyes widened and she shook her head vehemently, knowing the next piece of clothing removed would leave her bare.
He chuckled. "Where are the rest, luv?"
Brenna backed away from him. She was wary of his knife blade and it's ability to expose her, in more ways than one. "I-If I give them to you, will you release me?"
"I can't do that, pet." Thinking, he held his hands in front of him, Brenna noticed, as if cautious, his fingers slightly bent. "Give 'em to me, luv, and I'll leave ye free t' roam me ship as ye please."
His eyes were gleaming and Brenna didn't quite trust him. She narrowed her eyes. "You swear?"
He nodded. "Do we 'ave an accord?"
Brenna thought it over. Then she could find a means of escape. "Yes."
She produced the rest of the gemstones and he allowed her to dress in the privy.
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Jack sat down at the desk, locking the rubies away with the rest in his bottom drawer. He tucked the key into the inside pocket of his coat.
The lass was clever, he'd give her that, hiding the biggest stones in her shoes.
She was jumpy around him after the knife incident. He'd known what was going through her mind as the thoughts flickered across her brilliant green eyes. He wouldn't have taken her against her will, but it was fun watching her squirm.
He got a bottle of rum out of the cabinet and took a long swig, enjoying the instant warmth that spread through his insides. After a few more heavy swallows of the caramel liquid, his mind drifted back to the sight of the daughter of his enemy, stripped nearly to the skin.
Her deep emerald eyes had betrayed her angry reaction, proving to him in an instant that the entire situation frightened her. When he'd cut through the lacings of her corset, she'd cried out, and he wondered, with a jolt to his lower extremities, would she make the same sound in the throes of passion.
Grinning, and downing another gulp of rum, he decided it may be profitable for him to find out. Now, to find a way to get her to give in willingly. He did love good sport.
Jack frowned in his current state of drunkenness. "She is takin' long enough in there," he mumbled to himself and went to the door. Knocking gently, he inquired, "Are ye still with us, in there, lass?"
"Go away," came a small voice.
"Be ye decent?"
There was a momentary silence. "No."
She was hiding from him. He pressed the door open slowly, to give her time to cover herself.
A bar of soap narrowly missed his head at it flew through the air. He narrowed his eyes on her.
Jack's eyes widened as, this time, a dagger sailed right past his head and stuck in the doorframe by his ear with a muffled thud.
The little minx! Sport, indeed. A wicked grin spread across his face. "Ye shouldn't 'ave done tha', luv." He tugged the dagger out of the wood and held it loosely in his palm. "I don't like people stickin' things in me ship."
Her eyes were wild. "Don't touch me!"
He swaggered over and snatched her arm. He pulled her into the cabin. "You're acting like a spoiled girl, luv." He sat her in a chair and stood over her. "I won't hurt ye unless ye make me. Stop fightin' me."
She crossed her arms and lifted her chin in defiance. "Then let me go."
"I know yer father is Adrien Gunn. Why were ye carryin' his rubies?"
She frowned heavily at him. "I was leaving with them."
"Why?"
She immediatly lowered her gaze and her face was void of any emotion. "That is none of your affair." Her eyes shot fire at him. "Why do you want the rubies?"
He grinned slyly. "Th' gems are a plus, luv, but it was you I was truly after."