Chapter Three
"Is that her my lord?" a young man asked Jacob.
"Aye, it is. You are to bring her unharmed to me. If even a hair is hurt on her you will be very sorry." Jacob replied to the man. He looked out the binoculars at the figure sitting on the beach.
"Let me see." Logan asked and grabbed the binoculars from Jacob. "Oh she's a beauty ain't she?"
"A venomous snake is more like it. Plus you can barely see her in that thing. She is too far away, but she will be here soon enough." Jacob said to his friend.
The young man Jacob hired to kidnap Josephine Fairfield was very skilled. He had a partner that was already in the house. His associate would tell him the lady's schedule, and then when the time was right he would take her.
"Who is Marcus working with?" Logan asked.
"A man named Bradley." Jacob replied and stared towards the beach.
Joey saw the faint outline of a ship sailing past in the distance and smiled. She loves to sail too. Her boat, Sea Queen was back in the harbor of Geneva. She had been to busy to go sailing but that would change as soon as she figured out who Captain Blood was.
She got up and rode back to the house, giving Marigold to Bradley to put up. She went inside the castle and into the library. Tomorrow, she would journey to the village where Captain Blood attacked.
The next morning she dressed in a yellow silk gown and hired a carriage to take her to Pinhold Village. She decided to play the historian and snoop about the city. When she arrived her eyes grew wide at the mayhem there.
Houses were black and crumbled from obvious fire, men, women, and children were in rags. Children were scrounging about for food. Her anger built up and her breathing quickened.
"Excuse me my lady, but could you spare a few scraps?" a pregnant woman asked, tugging on Joey's sleeve.
Joey turned and looked at the woman who was not any older that she. Her face and body was covered in dirt, and she smelled badly. "I'll do you one better, where is the head of this city?" Joey replied.
The woman led her to a cabin and she entered. A group of men where standing around a table talking. They looked up at the beautiful young woman who just entered the room.
"Can I help you my lady?" an older man asked.
"As a matter of fact, you can. My name is Josephine Fairfield; I am visiting here from my home in London and would like to help in any way I can to get this city back in working order." Joey said.
The old man stepped away from the group and stood in front of her. "As much as we would all appreciate that, I don't think we could accept that." he said.
"I understand that pride is an issue, but look at your people, they are starving in the streets and have no where to sleep. Please let me help."
"Why would you want to help?"
"My friend was in a situation very similar to yours. She past away helping the children who were sick." Joey answered staring at her toes.
The old man looked at her and nodded, "Come with me." he said and walked out of the cabin.
"As you can see everything was destroyed when they attacked us. It was during the middle of the night. No on was up and about. They burned everything, raped many of our women, killed all of our livestock." he explained as they walked about the village.
"I would be honored if you'd let me assist you. I promised my friend on her deathbed that I would not let a city perish. I will put you in touch with my father's man. You will be able to get any supplies you need to repair this city. You can buy livestock and clothes for the people." Joey said.
She spent the rest of the day in the village talking with all that townspeople. Before sunset she'd said her goodbyes and arranged everything so they could receive funds. She climbed into her carriage and set off. She quickly fell asleep on the ride home
Joey awoke to shouts and the carriage coming to a jerking halt.
"What the hell!" she yelled and scrambled off the floor of the carriage.
It was pitch black and she attempted to open the door, but it was opened for her instead. A hand grabbed her and pulled her out. She fought furiously before she was thrown onto the ground and tied up.
"A spirited one ain't she?" a Scottish voice asked.
"Bastard! Let me go!" she yelled. She began kicking and struck him in the shin. She felt his hands leave her and she began running.
She didn't make it very far; her skirt caught a rock and pulled her down. Her head struck a rock and she saw more darkness.
Jacob looked at the dirt-stained woman in Marcus' arms. "What did you do to her?" he roared.
Marcus became frightened. "Nothing sir, she ran and fell hitting her head on a rock. Twas all her fault. She even kicked me!" he replied incredulously.
Jacob rolled his eyes and said a gruff "Follow me" He led Marcus down into the storage room and Marcus put her there. Jacob closed and locked the door.
"Thank you for your help. You have your money. Please go now." Jacob said gruffly and shoved him down the ramp and off his ship.
"That was rude. Is she damaged any? Come I want to get a look at her." Logan said anxiously to his friend.
Jacob rolled his eyes and led him back to the storage room. "She's knocked out so I don't know why you want to see her." he replied and stuck the key in the door. He opened the door and a fist connected with his jaw.
Jacob flew back into Logan and a yellow blur went flying past him. Joey ran up the steps and onto deck. She panicked. She ran to the side of the deck and heard yelling. She did the only thing she could do, jump.
The water was cold. Really cold. She didn't care, just tried to swim. It was difficult because her skirts were weighing her down. She heard splashes and didn't want to look back. She was swimming as hard as she could to shore but her arms were tiring.
She felt arms go around her waist and she began to flail. "Stop it! Let me go!" she said in between gulps of water.
The hands gripped her tighter and she heard men yelling and more splashes. She was tired. "Won't give up" she told herself. But she did. She surrendered her weight and felt herself being pulled onto a boat.
She collapsed against the hard wood of the deck, and kept her face down.
"Are you mental? Do you think you could actually get away?" a voice yelled at her. "Bloody hell! You hurt my jaw too. You hit pretty well for a woman."
"Ah she's to embarrassed now. Look she won't even lift her face" another voice said.
Joeys head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at the two men standing in front of her.
"Your right Logan, she is a beauty." one of the men said to the other.
It was still dark and only a few of the candles were lit. Therefore, she couldn't see their faces, but only hear their voices.
"Come now; let's get you back down below. You need to change too, you'll catch yourself a cold in those wet things." one of them said.
Jacob looked at the wet creature in front of him and jerked her to her feet. She was too tired to fight. He pulled her down the stairs and back to the storage room. He threw her inside and locked the door.
He came back five minutes later with a pair of men's clothes and threw them into the room. "Get changed." he puffed.
If looks could kill he'd be dead right then and there. Her face was flushed and she was so very angry. The door slammed and she struggled to free herself of the dress.
"Lively bit of flesh ain't she? Whod'a thunk that she looked like that? But she's a beauty..."
"Would you shut up?!" Jacob yelled at Logan. "My goodness I thought having her on board was bad. Look we will teach her manners." he said and rubbed his jaw.
"That was a good hit. Knocked you out of your socks." Logan continued.
Jacob sighed and went to the helm. He barked out some orders, and their journey was underway. He walked to the storage room and heard grunts. He opened the door and saw the creature sitting on the floor pulling on a pair of boots he tossed to her.
She looked up and her eyes narrowed. She could see his face, and he could see hers. He held up the candle and light seeped into the room. She was pretty, even with smudges of dirt on her cheeks.
Joey stared at him furiously. "Bastard! What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled and stood up. She was only a few inches shorter than him.
"Well you're a feisty one aren't you? I my lady am Jacob Lyndhurst, known to you as Captain Blood. Arghhh" he mocked.
Her eyes grew wide with disgust and she took a step towards him.
"I don't think you want to do that. I underestimated you earlier, but now I think you are more capable than some of my men." he replied. "And don't think I won't beat you." he added.
"You wouldn't dare!" she yelled.
He took a step towards her, but she didn't move, "You're not afraid. Very good. But you should be my dear."
Joey's hands were fisted at her sides and all she wanted to do was punch him into next week.
"You are angry. I hope that you enjoy yourself. You will be in for a rude awakening my sweet." he added, noticing her fists, and smiled. Showing his bright, even, white teeth,
"When I get out of here you will be hanged personally by my father, and I will make sure that you die slowly." she threatened.
Jacob raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A threat? That's very humorous. I am sure that all your suitors love your sense of humor. Now my pet, why don't you relax and cool down. I don't think you want to waste all your energy yelling at me." he said and left her to the darkness of the room.
She yelled and pounded on the door. She stopped when she noticed that a splinter of wood was digging into her fist. It began to bleed and she brought it to her lips. she pulled the splinter out and sat down.
She slept. She didn't know for how long, but she did. She awoke and sat up. Light was pouring through the portholes on the wall next to the door. She looked out one, and saw a tiny speck of land.
In the next instant, the door swung open and a man walked in. He held a small tray and stopped when he saw her.
"Bout time you woke up! Here's your food. The Captain says if yousa bein nice, he might let you up on deck." the man said as he set the tray down.
"Thank you." Joey replied and sat down beside the tray. She began to think as she ate. "If I act submissive then he'll tell me what I want to know, and when the time is right, I can escape. But if I don't play it cool, He'll taunt me and I will probably do something that I regret." she told herself.
By the time she finished eating, she looked up to see Jacob standing there.
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon." he said coming inside the storage room.
Joey sat silently reviewing her options. She decided. She would play innocent and be submissive. "Good morning to yourself also." she said sweetly.
"So I see that a good night rest is what makes you happy. Well princess, how bout I show you my ship. On one condition, you be good and don't try to escape me. I really don't want to hurt you, but I will if you force me." he said.
She nodded and stood up. "Lead away." she said and followed him out.
They walked up the staircase and onto deck. She couldn't help but smile at her surroundings. Unfortunately Jacob caught the smile and grinned himself.
"It's amazing isn't it?" he asked looking at his men climbing up the rigging.
"Too bad it came from you stealing and pillaging innocent people." she snapped, not missing a beat.
Jacob raised an eyebrow in question and opened his mouth to retort, but closed it.
"And don't even try to deny it. You are nothing but a bastard who dose not know anything about being civil." she continued.
Before she said another word he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She started to curse at him as he stepped into a room. He sat down in a chair and brought her over his knee.
Joey yelped in disbelief as the flat of his hand smacked her bottom."You ass!" she yelled and tried to break free.
It was useless; he was holding her too tightly. After about ten smacks, he threw her onto the floor. Joey was furious. Her bottom felt like it was on fire.
"Now, are you ready to be nice? I told you that I'd throw you over my knee." he joked as he laughed at the woman at his feet.
Joey got to her feet and looked at the man sitting in the chair in front of her. "Fine, I won't say another thing...that isn't deserved." she replied.
"Marvelous!" he said standing and clapping his hands together. "Shall we continue the tour my sweet?"
"Is that her my lord?" a young man asked Jacob.
"Aye, it is. You are to bring her unharmed to me. If even a hair is hurt on her you will be very sorry." Jacob replied to the man. He looked out the binoculars at the figure sitting on the beach.
"Let me see." Logan asked and grabbed the binoculars from Jacob. "Oh she's a beauty ain't she?"
"A venomous snake is more like it. Plus you can barely see her in that thing. She is too far away, but she will be here soon enough." Jacob said to his friend.
The young man Jacob hired to kidnap Josephine Fairfield was very skilled. He had a partner that was already in the house. His associate would tell him the lady's schedule, and then when the time was right he would take her.
"Who is Marcus working with?" Logan asked.
"A man named Bradley." Jacob replied and stared towards the beach.
Joey saw the faint outline of a ship sailing past in the distance and smiled. She loves to sail too. Her boat, Sea Queen was back in the harbor of Geneva. She had been to busy to go sailing but that would change as soon as she figured out who Captain Blood was.
She got up and rode back to the house, giving Marigold to Bradley to put up. She went inside the castle and into the library. Tomorrow, she would journey to the village where Captain Blood attacked.
The next morning she dressed in a yellow silk gown and hired a carriage to take her to Pinhold Village. She decided to play the historian and snoop about the city. When she arrived her eyes grew wide at the mayhem there.
Houses were black and crumbled from obvious fire, men, women, and children were in rags. Children were scrounging about for food. Her anger built up and her breathing quickened.
"Excuse me my lady, but could you spare a few scraps?" a pregnant woman asked, tugging on Joey's sleeve.
Joey turned and looked at the woman who was not any older that she. Her face and body was covered in dirt, and she smelled badly. "I'll do you one better, where is the head of this city?" Joey replied.
The woman led her to a cabin and she entered. A group of men where standing around a table talking. They looked up at the beautiful young woman who just entered the room.
"Can I help you my lady?" an older man asked.
"As a matter of fact, you can. My name is Josephine Fairfield; I am visiting here from my home in London and would like to help in any way I can to get this city back in working order." Joey said.
The old man stepped away from the group and stood in front of her. "As much as we would all appreciate that, I don't think we could accept that." he said.
"I understand that pride is an issue, but look at your people, they are starving in the streets and have no where to sleep. Please let me help."
"Why would you want to help?"
"My friend was in a situation very similar to yours. She past away helping the children who were sick." Joey answered staring at her toes.
The old man looked at her and nodded, "Come with me." he said and walked out of the cabin.
"As you can see everything was destroyed when they attacked us. It was during the middle of the night. No on was up and about. They burned everything, raped many of our women, killed all of our livestock." he explained as they walked about the village.
"I would be honored if you'd let me assist you. I promised my friend on her deathbed that I would not let a city perish. I will put you in touch with my father's man. You will be able to get any supplies you need to repair this city. You can buy livestock and clothes for the people." Joey said.
She spent the rest of the day in the village talking with all that townspeople. Before sunset she'd said her goodbyes and arranged everything so they could receive funds. She climbed into her carriage and set off. She quickly fell asleep on the ride home
Joey awoke to shouts and the carriage coming to a jerking halt.
"What the hell!" she yelled and scrambled off the floor of the carriage.
It was pitch black and she attempted to open the door, but it was opened for her instead. A hand grabbed her and pulled her out. She fought furiously before she was thrown onto the ground and tied up.
"A spirited one ain't she?" a Scottish voice asked.
"Bastard! Let me go!" she yelled. She began kicking and struck him in the shin. She felt his hands leave her and she began running.
She didn't make it very far; her skirt caught a rock and pulled her down. Her head struck a rock and she saw more darkness.
Jacob looked at the dirt-stained woman in Marcus' arms. "What did you do to her?" he roared.
Marcus became frightened. "Nothing sir, she ran and fell hitting her head on a rock. Twas all her fault. She even kicked me!" he replied incredulously.
Jacob rolled his eyes and said a gruff "Follow me" He led Marcus down into the storage room and Marcus put her there. Jacob closed and locked the door.
"Thank you for your help. You have your money. Please go now." Jacob said gruffly and shoved him down the ramp and off his ship.
"That was rude. Is she damaged any? Come I want to get a look at her." Logan said anxiously to his friend.
Jacob rolled his eyes and led him back to the storage room. "She's knocked out so I don't know why you want to see her." he replied and stuck the key in the door. He opened the door and a fist connected with his jaw.
Jacob flew back into Logan and a yellow blur went flying past him. Joey ran up the steps and onto deck. She panicked. She ran to the side of the deck and heard yelling. She did the only thing she could do, jump.
The water was cold. Really cold. She didn't care, just tried to swim. It was difficult because her skirts were weighing her down. She heard splashes and didn't want to look back. She was swimming as hard as she could to shore but her arms were tiring.
She felt arms go around her waist and she began to flail. "Stop it! Let me go!" she said in between gulps of water.
The hands gripped her tighter and she heard men yelling and more splashes. She was tired. "Won't give up" she told herself. But she did. She surrendered her weight and felt herself being pulled onto a boat.
She collapsed against the hard wood of the deck, and kept her face down.
"Are you mental? Do you think you could actually get away?" a voice yelled at her. "Bloody hell! You hurt my jaw too. You hit pretty well for a woman."
"Ah she's to embarrassed now. Look she won't even lift her face" another voice said.
Joeys head snapped up and her eyes narrowed at the two men standing in front of her.
"Your right Logan, she is a beauty." one of the men said to the other.
It was still dark and only a few of the candles were lit. Therefore, she couldn't see their faces, but only hear their voices.
"Come now; let's get you back down below. You need to change too, you'll catch yourself a cold in those wet things." one of them said.
Jacob looked at the wet creature in front of him and jerked her to her feet. She was too tired to fight. He pulled her down the stairs and back to the storage room. He threw her inside and locked the door.
He came back five minutes later with a pair of men's clothes and threw them into the room. "Get changed." he puffed.
If looks could kill he'd be dead right then and there. Her face was flushed and she was so very angry. The door slammed and she struggled to free herself of the dress.
"Lively bit of flesh ain't she? Whod'a thunk that she looked like that? But she's a beauty..."
"Would you shut up?!" Jacob yelled at Logan. "My goodness I thought having her on board was bad. Look we will teach her manners." he said and rubbed his jaw.
"That was a good hit. Knocked you out of your socks." Logan continued.
Jacob sighed and went to the helm. He barked out some orders, and their journey was underway. He walked to the storage room and heard grunts. He opened the door and saw the creature sitting on the floor pulling on a pair of boots he tossed to her.
She looked up and her eyes narrowed. She could see his face, and he could see hers. He held up the candle and light seeped into the room. She was pretty, even with smudges of dirt on her cheeks.
Joey stared at him furiously. "Bastard! What the hell are you doing here?" she yelled and stood up. She was only a few inches shorter than him.
"Well you're a feisty one aren't you? I my lady am Jacob Lyndhurst, known to you as Captain Blood. Arghhh" he mocked.
Her eyes grew wide with disgust and she took a step towards him.
"I don't think you want to do that. I underestimated you earlier, but now I think you are more capable than some of my men." he replied. "And don't think I won't beat you." he added.
"You wouldn't dare!" she yelled.
He took a step towards her, but she didn't move, "You're not afraid. Very good. But you should be my dear."
Joey's hands were fisted at her sides and all she wanted to do was punch him into next week.
"You are angry. I hope that you enjoy yourself. You will be in for a rude awakening my sweet." he added, noticing her fists, and smiled. Showing his bright, even, white teeth,
"When I get out of here you will be hanged personally by my father, and I will make sure that you die slowly." she threatened.
Jacob raised an eyebrow and smiled. "A threat? That's very humorous. I am sure that all your suitors love your sense of humor. Now my pet, why don't you relax and cool down. I don't think you want to waste all your energy yelling at me." he said and left her to the darkness of the room.
She yelled and pounded on the door. She stopped when she noticed that a splinter of wood was digging into her fist. It began to bleed and she brought it to her lips. she pulled the splinter out and sat down.
She slept. She didn't know for how long, but she did. She awoke and sat up. Light was pouring through the portholes on the wall next to the door. She looked out one, and saw a tiny speck of land.
In the next instant, the door swung open and a man walked in. He held a small tray and stopped when he saw her.
"Bout time you woke up! Here's your food. The Captain says if yousa bein nice, he might let you up on deck." the man said as he set the tray down.
"Thank you." Joey replied and sat down beside the tray. She began to think as she ate. "If I act submissive then he'll tell me what I want to know, and when the time is right, I can escape. But if I don't play it cool, He'll taunt me and I will probably do something that I regret." she told herself.
By the time she finished eating, she looked up to see Jacob standing there.
"Good morning, or should I say good afternoon." he said coming inside the storage room.
Joey sat silently reviewing her options. She decided. She would play innocent and be submissive. "Good morning to yourself also." she said sweetly.
"So I see that a good night rest is what makes you happy. Well princess, how bout I show you my ship. On one condition, you be good and don't try to escape me. I really don't want to hurt you, but I will if you force me." he said.
She nodded and stood up. "Lead away." she said and followed him out.
They walked up the staircase and onto deck. She couldn't help but smile at her surroundings. Unfortunately Jacob caught the smile and grinned himself.
"It's amazing isn't it?" he asked looking at his men climbing up the rigging.
"Too bad it came from you stealing and pillaging innocent people." she snapped, not missing a beat.
Jacob raised an eyebrow in question and opened his mouth to retort, but closed it.
"And don't even try to deny it. You are nothing but a bastard who dose not know anything about being civil." she continued.
Before she said another word he scooped her up and threw her over his shoulder. She started to curse at him as he stepped into a room. He sat down in a chair and brought her over his knee.
Joey yelped in disbelief as the flat of his hand smacked her bottom."You ass!" she yelled and tried to break free.
It was useless; he was holding her too tightly. After about ten smacks, he threw her onto the floor. Joey was furious. Her bottom felt like it was on fire.
"Now, are you ready to be nice? I told you that I'd throw you over my knee." he joked as he laughed at the woman at his feet.
Joey got to her feet and looked at the man sitting in the chair in front of her. "Fine, I won't say another thing...that isn't deserved." she replied.
"Marvelous!" he said standing and clapping his hands together. "Shall we continue the tour my sweet?"