-The disclaimer is in Chapter 1 if you're looking for it.
Chapter 4 The night crept by as John attempted to sleep. Not even the rocking of the waves beneath the ship aided his quest for sleep. Muttering to himself, he walked out of the cabin. Nodding to the sailor at the wheel, he sat down, letting the cool sea air rush over his face.
"Couldn't sleep?" Margo asked. He nodded.
"Neither could I" she sat down beside him.
"You know, you really did look beautiful tonight" his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
"It's been a long time since I've been to anything close to that. It's so extravagant, such a waste. I see the people trying to get by on the bare minimum in life, while the likes of Tribune and Danielle dine on lobster served on English China and treated like they're better than the rest of us".
Neither noticed the figure quietly boarding the ship. "Margo, behind you" John pushed her down the floor, hitting the figure in the face. The figure punched back as the two men began to fight, waking up the ship.
"What's going on?" they spilled onto the deck.
"Hold him" Margo ordered as Ned and George held the man back.
"Are you ok, old boy?" Arthur asked.
"Just fine" John replied.
"Alright, talk, and you'd better be truthful" Margo threatened.
"Margo, don't hurt me, I'm here to warn you" Jarl pleaded.
"Who are you, how do you know my name?".
"Margo, what are you doing, that's Jarl, Assai's betrothed" Valencia pointed out.
"Let him go" she ordered.
"You two, stand guard, I'm going to have a little talk with our friend".
"Margo?" John asked. "I'll be fine, go back to bed," she told him.
Inside the cabin, Margo eyed Jarl suspiciously. "Who is after me?" she asked. "I don't know, Assai didn't see much. All she knows is that Danielle wishes to kill you and take Captain Roxton for herself" he explained.
"Did she mention anything about who was after me?" she continued to ask.
"Callum" he said.
"Xan" she whispered, collapsing onto the couch.
"Margo?" Jarl asked.
"Take Jarl back to the Island, come back as quick as you can. Were leaving Cuba," she ordered.
"What about Danielle and Tribune?" George asked.
"There are more important things to deal with".
"Margo, what's wrong?" John noticed the look in her eyes.
"Nothing" she lied.
"Margo, I know you, something is wrong" he told her.
"John, we don't know each other, I told you, I have a history that you know nothing about, if something should happen to you..." he silenced her concern with a kiss.
"No, John, we can't" breaking the kiss, she forced back tears.
"John, perhaps you should wait" Arthur suggested.
Margo watched as John's shoulders hunched sadly as he walked to his room. She had never been one to believe in fairy tales and prince charming, even as a young girl. But there was something about John Roxton that was inexplicable, an attraction that she couldn't deny. But her past had caught up with her, a past that when revealed, would destroy everything she had worked for.
She had almost forgotten about Xan, hoping that he would forget her. But he was not one to forget those who were indebted to him. With Callum after her and Danielle footing the bill, her life and everyone aboard was in danger. "Margo, they're back" George knocked on her door. Gathering her strength, she addressed her crew. "Gentleman, we leave now. I will not tolerate complaints from anyone. There is greater treasure and glory that awaits us". The men cheered as John watched her from his cabin. Despite her outward appearance, there was fear in her eyes. Whatever was said between her and Jarl caused a change in her, a part of her that he had not yet seen. Sneaking quietly into her cabin, he watched her knock back several shots of brandy before removing her robe. "Margo" he said quietly.
"John, what are you doing in here?" she asked.
"Margo, whatever you've done, I don't care, I only care about us, our future".
"You talk as if you're planning to propose".
"Perhaps I am. Margo, my point is that your past is just that" he explained.
"John, there are people after me, dangerous people who would be very happy to see me dead by the hangman's noose. My life and everyone else aboard this ship is in danger, I will not put any of you at risk because of my past actions..." he again silenced her with a kiss.
"Good night Captain Roxton" her voice became cold as she broke the kiss.
"Good night Margo" he said quietly.
Watching him walk out, she finally felt the hot tears sting her face. After Tribune, she thought she would never love again. But in the short time she had known John Roxton; the ice around her heart began to melt. It was not just his kisses, but everything about him that made her melt. It was as if she finally felt free, well almost.
The tension between John and Margo was palpable as the ship left Cuba for the open seas. Although no one said it, the pain was easily read on their faces. Margo left the commanding of the ship to Valencia and George as she sequestered herself to her cabin. John too, sequestered himself from the rest of the ship, only leaving for meals and to relieve himself.
"Margo, what is going on between you two?" Valencia asked.
"Captain Roxton and I had a bout of puppy love. Were not meant for each other, my life is here, commanding the ship, not pretending to be some grand lady in some fancy house being waited on by servants. I gave up that life a long time ago".
"Do you think he really wants that life? He could have given us up to Tribune, done exactly what you said. He didn't, Margo, he stayed. Why, I can't figure out, you're as stubborn and headstrong as papa was. He loves you, Margo" Valencia said.
"Would he love me if he knew about Xan? If he knew what I did, just so we could eat? So we wouldn't have live in the streets like bloody beggars? We did what we had to do; we both did. You can tell Ned, but I'm not telling John" Margo remained firm.
"I love you, Margo, but I think you're too stubborn for your own good" Valencia walked away.
"Child, may I talk to you for a moment?" Arthur asked the next day.
"Of course, Uncle. George, you're in charge" she ushered him into her cabin.
"When I was a young man, I was in love with a young lady. I was ready to marry her, spend the rest of my life with her. Then I found out she had a child, the father abandoned her and she had been convinced by her parents to give up the child. When I found out, I ran, scared and hurt. I realized my mistake too late; she died from pneumonia. I lost the love of my life and I never got to apologize or to say how I really felt. If you love him, Margo, tell him, you don't want to end up like me, old and alone".
Gathering up her courage, Margo decided to face him. No more lies, no more secrets. Valencia was right; John could have turned them in and saved himself from the hangman's noose. But he remained steadfast by her side, despite Danielle's attempt at seduction and the appeal of being a free man. He stood quietly by the edge of the ship, a glass of whiskey slowly disappearing, the pain easily read in his stooped frame.
"John?" she approached him.
"Captain Margo" he bowed stiffly.
"John, I'm sorry. You've been honest with me all along and I've been hiding".
"Captain, it is who must apologize" he remained stiff and formal.
"John, please" she begged.
"I believe you told me to stay out of your life, Captain. Because you are captain and I am only a guest, I am obeying orders" the last of the whiskey disappeared down his throat.
"I am trying to apologize, obviously, it's a mistake" she started to walk away.
"Margo" all of her control shattered.
Their lips met in a blaze of passion, their bodies demanding what had been kept inside. She felt herself being lifted as they made their way to her cabin, leaving a trail of clothing behind. "John" she moaned as his lips left hers and traveled south, capturing one breast, and then the other. "Margo" the butterfly kisses she laid on his skin made him forget William, Captain Rice, everything that he ran from. He entered her; they climaxed together, as one until they fell asleep, neither wanting to ever let go.
As Margo and John forgot the world around them, neither heard the attack outside. "Where are Margo and John?" Ned and George handed rifles to the men as the Spanish Armada attacked. "I don't know" Valencia killed two men with her knives. Neither saw Arthur backed into a corner. "No!" George fired at the soldier. But it was too late; Arthur hit the water with a loud thud.
They were soon overpowered, dead and injured men sprawled on the deck as the three of them were corned. "Good job, men" Danielle smirked as she jumped aboard.
"You" Valencia snarled.
"Yes me. I count three of you. I saw your precious uncle fall into the water, with all this bloodshed; the sharks should be here before nightfall. But the question is; where is your whore sister and her lover?"
It took both Ned and George to hold Valencia back.
"Right here, milady" Margo and John were roughly dragged out of the cabin, half naked and groggy.
"Now this is worth a celebration, the infamous Captain Margo, groveling at my feet. Captain Roxton, I expected you to grovel, but not right away".
"I would never grovel to you" Margo spat in Danielle face as she felt a sharp smack on her face.
"Make sure they put some decent clothes on, and no funny business or these three die where they stand" she ordered.
"Follow me" seeing their guards and Danielle distracted, they made a run for it.
"What do we do now?" George asked.
"Jump" Ned told them.
"Milady?" the guard asked as they hit the water with a splash.
"They'll be back" she replied.
"Now what?" John asked as they were escorted out of the cabin.
Neither saw the guard behind them as they world became black.
Will John and Margo survive? What does Danielle have in mind for them? Will Margo ever tell him about Xan? What about Ned, Valencia and George? Is Arthur dead? Keep reading and reviewing, I'll only finish the story if I get reviews and believe me, with the ideas I have, the story is only going to get better.
Chapter 4 The night crept by as John attempted to sleep. Not even the rocking of the waves beneath the ship aided his quest for sleep. Muttering to himself, he walked out of the cabin. Nodding to the sailor at the wheel, he sat down, letting the cool sea air rush over his face.
"Couldn't sleep?" Margo asked. He nodded.
"Neither could I" she sat down beside him.
"You know, you really did look beautiful tonight" his arms wrapped securely around her waist.
"It's been a long time since I've been to anything close to that. It's so extravagant, such a waste. I see the people trying to get by on the bare minimum in life, while the likes of Tribune and Danielle dine on lobster served on English China and treated like they're better than the rest of us".
Neither noticed the figure quietly boarding the ship. "Margo, behind you" John pushed her down the floor, hitting the figure in the face. The figure punched back as the two men began to fight, waking up the ship.
"What's going on?" they spilled onto the deck.
"Hold him" Margo ordered as Ned and George held the man back.
"Are you ok, old boy?" Arthur asked.
"Just fine" John replied.
"Alright, talk, and you'd better be truthful" Margo threatened.
"Margo, don't hurt me, I'm here to warn you" Jarl pleaded.
"Who are you, how do you know my name?".
"Margo, what are you doing, that's Jarl, Assai's betrothed" Valencia pointed out.
"Let him go" she ordered.
"You two, stand guard, I'm going to have a little talk with our friend".
"Margo?" John asked. "I'll be fine, go back to bed," she told him.
Inside the cabin, Margo eyed Jarl suspiciously. "Who is after me?" she asked. "I don't know, Assai didn't see much. All she knows is that Danielle wishes to kill you and take Captain Roxton for herself" he explained.
"Did she mention anything about who was after me?" she continued to ask.
"Callum" he said.
"Xan" she whispered, collapsing onto the couch.
"Margo?" Jarl asked.
"Take Jarl back to the Island, come back as quick as you can. Were leaving Cuba," she ordered.
"What about Danielle and Tribune?" George asked.
"There are more important things to deal with".
"Margo, what's wrong?" John noticed the look in her eyes.
"Nothing" she lied.
"Margo, I know you, something is wrong" he told her.
"John, we don't know each other, I told you, I have a history that you know nothing about, if something should happen to you..." he silenced her concern with a kiss.
"No, John, we can't" breaking the kiss, she forced back tears.
"John, perhaps you should wait" Arthur suggested.
Margo watched as John's shoulders hunched sadly as he walked to his room. She had never been one to believe in fairy tales and prince charming, even as a young girl. But there was something about John Roxton that was inexplicable, an attraction that she couldn't deny. But her past had caught up with her, a past that when revealed, would destroy everything she had worked for.
She had almost forgotten about Xan, hoping that he would forget her. But he was not one to forget those who were indebted to him. With Callum after her and Danielle footing the bill, her life and everyone aboard was in danger. "Margo, they're back" George knocked on her door. Gathering her strength, she addressed her crew. "Gentleman, we leave now. I will not tolerate complaints from anyone. There is greater treasure and glory that awaits us". The men cheered as John watched her from his cabin. Despite her outward appearance, there was fear in her eyes. Whatever was said between her and Jarl caused a change in her, a part of her that he had not yet seen. Sneaking quietly into her cabin, he watched her knock back several shots of brandy before removing her robe. "Margo" he said quietly.
"John, what are you doing in here?" she asked.
"Margo, whatever you've done, I don't care, I only care about us, our future".
"You talk as if you're planning to propose".
"Perhaps I am. Margo, my point is that your past is just that" he explained.
"John, there are people after me, dangerous people who would be very happy to see me dead by the hangman's noose. My life and everyone else aboard this ship is in danger, I will not put any of you at risk because of my past actions..." he again silenced her with a kiss.
"Good night Captain Roxton" her voice became cold as she broke the kiss.
"Good night Margo" he said quietly.
Watching him walk out, she finally felt the hot tears sting her face. After Tribune, she thought she would never love again. But in the short time she had known John Roxton; the ice around her heart began to melt. It was not just his kisses, but everything about him that made her melt. It was as if she finally felt free, well almost.
The tension between John and Margo was palpable as the ship left Cuba for the open seas. Although no one said it, the pain was easily read on their faces. Margo left the commanding of the ship to Valencia and George as she sequestered herself to her cabin. John too, sequestered himself from the rest of the ship, only leaving for meals and to relieve himself.
"Margo, what is going on between you two?" Valencia asked.
"Captain Roxton and I had a bout of puppy love. Were not meant for each other, my life is here, commanding the ship, not pretending to be some grand lady in some fancy house being waited on by servants. I gave up that life a long time ago".
"Do you think he really wants that life? He could have given us up to Tribune, done exactly what you said. He didn't, Margo, he stayed. Why, I can't figure out, you're as stubborn and headstrong as papa was. He loves you, Margo" Valencia said.
"Would he love me if he knew about Xan? If he knew what I did, just so we could eat? So we wouldn't have live in the streets like bloody beggars? We did what we had to do; we both did. You can tell Ned, but I'm not telling John" Margo remained firm.
"I love you, Margo, but I think you're too stubborn for your own good" Valencia walked away.
"Child, may I talk to you for a moment?" Arthur asked the next day.
"Of course, Uncle. George, you're in charge" she ushered him into her cabin.
"When I was a young man, I was in love with a young lady. I was ready to marry her, spend the rest of my life with her. Then I found out she had a child, the father abandoned her and she had been convinced by her parents to give up the child. When I found out, I ran, scared and hurt. I realized my mistake too late; she died from pneumonia. I lost the love of my life and I never got to apologize or to say how I really felt. If you love him, Margo, tell him, you don't want to end up like me, old and alone".
Gathering up her courage, Margo decided to face him. No more lies, no more secrets. Valencia was right; John could have turned them in and saved himself from the hangman's noose. But he remained steadfast by her side, despite Danielle's attempt at seduction and the appeal of being a free man. He stood quietly by the edge of the ship, a glass of whiskey slowly disappearing, the pain easily read in his stooped frame.
"John?" she approached him.
"Captain Margo" he bowed stiffly.
"John, I'm sorry. You've been honest with me all along and I've been hiding".
"Captain, it is who must apologize" he remained stiff and formal.
"John, please" she begged.
"I believe you told me to stay out of your life, Captain. Because you are captain and I am only a guest, I am obeying orders" the last of the whiskey disappeared down his throat.
"I am trying to apologize, obviously, it's a mistake" she started to walk away.
"Margo" all of her control shattered.
Their lips met in a blaze of passion, their bodies demanding what had been kept inside. She felt herself being lifted as they made their way to her cabin, leaving a trail of clothing behind. "John" she moaned as his lips left hers and traveled south, capturing one breast, and then the other. "Margo" the butterfly kisses she laid on his skin made him forget William, Captain Rice, everything that he ran from. He entered her; they climaxed together, as one until they fell asleep, neither wanting to ever let go.
As Margo and John forgot the world around them, neither heard the attack outside. "Where are Margo and John?" Ned and George handed rifles to the men as the Spanish Armada attacked. "I don't know" Valencia killed two men with her knives. Neither saw Arthur backed into a corner. "No!" George fired at the soldier. But it was too late; Arthur hit the water with a loud thud.
They were soon overpowered, dead and injured men sprawled on the deck as the three of them were corned. "Good job, men" Danielle smirked as she jumped aboard.
"You" Valencia snarled.
"Yes me. I count three of you. I saw your precious uncle fall into the water, with all this bloodshed; the sharks should be here before nightfall. But the question is; where is your whore sister and her lover?"
It took both Ned and George to hold Valencia back.
"Right here, milady" Margo and John were roughly dragged out of the cabin, half naked and groggy.
"Now this is worth a celebration, the infamous Captain Margo, groveling at my feet. Captain Roxton, I expected you to grovel, but not right away".
"I would never grovel to you" Margo spat in Danielle face as she felt a sharp smack on her face.
"Make sure they put some decent clothes on, and no funny business or these three die where they stand" she ordered.
"Follow me" seeing their guards and Danielle distracted, they made a run for it.
"What do we do now?" George asked.
"Jump" Ned told them.
"Milady?" the guard asked as they hit the water with a splash.
"They'll be back" she replied.
"Now what?" John asked as they were escorted out of the cabin.
Neither saw the guard behind them as they world became black.
Will John and Margo survive? What does Danielle have in mind for them? Will Margo ever tell him about Xan? What about Ned, Valencia and George? Is Arthur dead? Keep reading and reviewing, I'll only finish the story if I get reviews and believe me, with the ideas I have, the story is only going to get better.
