1. A Rescue and Introductions
Faith stammered for a moment before managing to gasp her name.
"You answered question one—good for you – now what about question two?"
"I came aboard during the battle. It seemed safe at the time!"
"Foolish girl! You've landed yourself on a pirate ship! What were you thinking?"
"I can take care of myself!"
"I'm sure you can, considering it was your brilliant idea to come aboard the ship in the first place."
"If you'll excuse me..." said Faith with a sudden burst of spirit. Truth be told, she sounded much more confident than she felt. "I have to get back to my ship now."
"What ship? You really don't know anything about pirates, do you?"
"I know plenty enough to survive on my own, thank you very much!" And with that, she turned on her heel and headed towards the door.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate," said the piratess, dropping the pistol to her side and uncocking it at the same time.
"Oh yes? And why is that?" Faith called over her shoulder even as she walked out the door, not willing to hear the answer. She walked arrogantly down the hallway and up the staircase, muttering something about 'bloody pirates.' By the time she stepped up onto the upper deck, she realized that there was a throng of rugged and dirty men staring at her. She gasped in fright.
One of the men advanced slowly. She reached instinctively for her dagger before realizing that it was still on the floor of the piratess' cabin. She looked up, her fear showing in her deep green eyes. She could see the lust in theirs. She backed up as the man's lips curled back into an evil sneer, revealing many rotten and missing teeth. "'Ello, poppet."
Faith screamed and backed down the stairs, stumbling precariously as she went. The crew followed, laughing menacingly, some even going so far as to pull out their weapons. She backed up until she hit the wall. They grew closer and Faith let out a high-pitched plea for help.
As if an answer to her prayers, the piratess appeared from nowhere, her pistol aimed at the advancing crew. "Don't even think about it, Donigan," she said, her voice a sinister growl as she directed the pistol squarely at the sneering pirate. "I mean it, and you know I do. Don't lay a finger on her," she said accenting every word with a step forward. They retreated slowly and quietly, still eyeing the beautiful maiden now crouching against the wall.
The man called Donigan spoke up, lust still filling his gaze. "She yours? I didn't think you were that kind of girl."
"I always knew you were a pervert. She's my servant, idiot, and anyone with a half a brain would know that. I got her off the ship we just looted a few hours ago, and if you have a problem with it, then why don't you go whine to the Captain? I'm sure he'd love to hear your complaint," she said, a smug smile forming slowly. "Faith won't be completely useless. She'll be doing all my chores for a while as I take a small... vacation."
Reluctantly, the men abandoned their small stab at fun and headed back to the upper deck to commence their work. The piratess grabbed Faith roughly by the arm and led her forcefully back into the cabin. "What were you thinking? You could've been killed? Or they might have just made you the ship's temporary strumpet."
"I could've handled it."
"Oh, please. You were obviously helpless."
Faith looked at her defiantly even as she tensed with anger at the stinging words. "Is that so?"
"Well, Miss Faith, if you're so brave, why don't you go back out there and tell them yourself?"
Faith's arms came to her hips, but her face told of her hesitance. "I like the cabin better, thank you," she said quietly as her arms came back down.
"Just as I thought."
"But don't expect me to do your chores!"
"You think I really meant that? I was just getting you out of trouble, silly fool."
"Oh." Faith dropped into a chair, completely exhausted. Spotting her dagger she retrieved it quickly and tucked it back under her belt.
"You'll definitely be needing that while you're on this ship, mate. But you might want to sharpen it a bit." With this statement, the piratess threw a sharpening stone at the teenage girl, obviously a suggestion to get to work.
Instinctively, Faith caught the stone. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"Oh, that's right. We haven't been formally introduced, Abigail at your service. You can call me Abbi."
Faith stammered for a moment before managing to gasp her name.
"You answered question one—good for you – now what about question two?"
"I came aboard during the battle. It seemed safe at the time!"
"Foolish girl! You've landed yourself on a pirate ship! What were you thinking?"
"I can take care of myself!"
"I'm sure you can, considering it was your brilliant idea to come aboard the ship in the first place."
"If you'll excuse me..." said Faith with a sudden burst of spirit. Truth be told, she sounded much more confident than she felt. "I have to get back to my ship now."
"What ship? You really don't know anything about pirates, do you?"
"I know plenty enough to survive on my own, thank you very much!" And with that, she turned on her heel and headed towards the door.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you, mate," said the piratess, dropping the pistol to her side and uncocking it at the same time.
"Oh yes? And why is that?" Faith called over her shoulder even as she walked out the door, not willing to hear the answer. She walked arrogantly down the hallway and up the staircase, muttering something about 'bloody pirates.' By the time she stepped up onto the upper deck, she realized that there was a throng of rugged and dirty men staring at her. She gasped in fright.
One of the men advanced slowly. She reached instinctively for her dagger before realizing that it was still on the floor of the piratess' cabin. She looked up, her fear showing in her deep green eyes. She could see the lust in theirs. She backed up as the man's lips curled back into an evil sneer, revealing many rotten and missing teeth. "'Ello, poppet."
Faith screamed and backed down the stairs, stumbling precariously as she went. The crew followed, laughing menacingly, some even going so far as to pull out their weapons. She backed up until she hit the wall. They grew closer and Faith let out a high-pitched plea for help.
As if an answer to her prayers, the piratess appeared from nowhere, her pistol aimed at the advancing crew. "Don't even think about it, Donigan," she said, her voice a sinister growl as she directed the pistol squarely at the sneering pirate. "I mean it, and you know I do. Don't lay a finger on her," she said accenting every word with a step forward. They retreated slowly and quietly, still eyeing the beautiful maiden now crouching against the wall.
The man called Donigan spoke up, lust still filling his gaze. "She yours? I didn't think you were that kind of girl."
"I always knew you were a pervert. She's my servant, idiot, and anyone with a half a brain would know that. I got her off the ship we just looted a few hours ago, and if you have a problem with it, then why don't you go whine to the Captain? I'm sure he'd love to hear your complaint," she said, a smug smile forming slowly. "Faith won't be completely useless. She'll be doing all my chores for a while as I take a small... vacation."
Reluctantly, the men abandoned their small stab at fun and headed back to the upper deck to commence their work. The piratess grabbed Faith roughly by the arm and led her forcefully back into the cabin. "What were you thinking? You could've been killed? Or they might have just made you the ship's temporary strumpet."
"I could've handled it."
"Oh, please. You were obviously helpless."
Faith looked at her defiantly even as she tensed with anger at the stinging words. "Is that so?"
"Well, Miss Faith, if you're so brave, why don't you go back out there and tell them yourself?"
Faith's arms came to her hips, but her face told of her hesitance. "I like the cabin better, thank you," she said quietly as her arms came back down.
"Just as I thought."
"But don't expect me to do your chores!"
"You think I really meant that? I was just getting you out of trouble, silly fool."
"Oh." Faith dropped into a chair, completely exhausted. Spotting her dagger she retrieved it quickly and tucked it back under her belt.
"You'll definitely be needing that while you're on this ship, mate. But you might want to sharpen it a bit." With this statement, the piratess threw a sharpening stone at the teenage girl, obviously a suggestion to get to work.
Instinctively, Faith caught the stone. "Who are you?" she demanded.
"Oh, that's right. We haven't been formally introduced, Abigail at your service. You can call me Abbi."