~~I do not own Slayers. I'm really enjoying writing this, though.~~
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The men carried the unconscious Lina carefully into the captain's cabin, laying her out flat on her back on the large bed. She hadn't moved since the captain had brought her on board, but they men knew better than to disobey Zelgadis. Dilgear nodded at Jillas, who appeared the moment the door was opened. Jillas took one look at the woman on the bed and snarled at the first mate.
"Why should I hae ta take care o' a wench?" he demanded, his hands on his small hips. His orange fur stuck straight out in his outrage as he glared up at the mountain of a first mate.
Dilgear, being used to the agitated little fox, simply headed for the door, saying on his way out, "The Captain wanted her dry and warm. They are his orders, not mine."
Jillas growled in annoyance and headed over to the girl, who was laying deathly pale on the soft blue coverlet that the Captain always insisted upon having on his bed. He always claimed to freeze at night, when the cold sea wind blew in through the cracks in the ship's walls. Jillas always listened to his captain, so he had never complained about the long hours that it took to clean the heavy coverlet. He was happy to do anything Zelgadis asked of him. Zelgadis had saved his life from an angry mob in a port city. The mod had been chasing him down for stealing ingredients for his "experiments", trying to make a weapon more powerful than magic. Captain Zelgadis had grabbed him as he rounded a corner and pressed him into the shadows, unseen by the mob, which ran past without stopping. Ever since that day, Jillas had been with Zelgadis, taking care of him in every way he could think of. Zelgadis even let him continue his experiments, as long as he only detonated his "bombs" on the beaches of islands where no one could get hurt.
He crossed the small cabin softly, not wanting to wake the lady up, and knelt beside a dark mahogany truck. He lifted the lid and shuffled through various pieces of cloth and clothing, searching for something of use. The Captain always claimed the finest bolts of fabric and clothing for himself, often sending things back to his island lair to await sale or shredding. He had a large array of female clothing as well as male, but he was no cross dresser. Many of the fine gowns, dresses, and undergarments were to be sold at open market auctions to provide monies for furnishing and repairing the ship.
Jillas smiled as he pulled out a dark purple dress of soft silk. He glanced back at the wet woman to check the size, then shrugged and looped the dress over his arm. He also picked out a white shift and a pair of long stockings to keep her warm. If the Captain wanted her warm, then she would be as warm as Jillas could possibly get her. He set about untying the woman's cloak from her tiny body, removing it and laying it flat on the floor. It would drain through the cracks and allow the fabric to dry flat.
Having never seen nor cared to see a naked human female before, Jillas did not worry about upsetting her by seeing her naked. He simply stripped off the black leggings and tunic, throwing them against the wall. He ordered himself to remember to hang them out to dry on a line later on, when the sun was hotter. He rubbed the woman's pale skin with a rough towel to bring back circulation and warmth, and to dry her off. He tied her long red hair back into a loose bunch, securing it with a small leather thong. Slipping the white shift over the girl's body, he pulled her into a sitting position to secure the straps over her shoulders and back. She groaned at the movement, her eyelids fluttering open.
Her ruby eyes locked with Jillas's, who betrayed no fear at all. In fact, he smiled pleasantly and finished tying the strings of the straps around the girl's shoulders just before she let out a bloodcurdling shriek and knocked him across the room.
Jillas soared through the air and knocked his head against the hard wood of the ship. The girl leaped from the bed, bringing her hands together and shouting, "Flare Arrow!"
Instantly, Jillas was caught in the spell and yelped, running from the room in flames, crying out for the Captain. Zelgadis had been checking the course from the main deck, but had already begun to charge towards his cabin when Jillas emerged. The crew leaped on the little fox, smothering him in blankets and shirts to douse the flames. They all looked fearfully at their captain, wondering just what was going on. Zelgadis hurried into his cabin, ducking another Flare Arrow just in time. He rolled across the floor, coming up to his knees and casting a Barrier spell in front of him as another Flare Arrow ripped from the woman's hands.
Zel shook his head at the girl, who was standing in the middle of his bed, legs akimbo and her hands straight out in front of her. "Calm down!" he yelled to her as she fired another spell into his Barrier.
The Barrier held easily, knocking the Flare Arrow away from his body. He stood quickly, glaring at her with his dark eyes. She stopped her spell at the sound of his voice, her hands still in front of her. "Where am I?" she demanded.
Zelgadis breathed a small sigh of relief. She seemed to be slightly calmer now. "You are on the ship "Amelia", in the middle of the Eastern Sea," he explained, continuing to move forward one slow step at a time. "We found you afloat in the sea near a shipwreck, and brought you on board."
She blinked at him, her hands lowering slightly. "Why was that creature undressing me?" she inquired, her voice heating up again.
Zelgadis stared at her a moment, then nodded in comprehension. "I see, so that's what this is all about. That was Jillas, my cabin boy. I ordered him to make sure you were warm and dry, so that you did not catch cold. As I recall, my lady, you were quite feverish when I pulled you from the water."
She stepped down from the bed slowly, her movements slightly dizzying. 'She's definitely been struck by an illness,' Zelgadis thought. 'We have to get her settled down as quickly as possible.
"Who are you?" the woman said next. "I seem to remember you from somewhere, but I cannot recall you voice."
He stopped a moment, and then realized that it was still early enough in the day that Jillas had not yet lit the lamps in his cabin. The only light was from the pale sun, shining through slightly cloudy skies. He stepped farther into the shadows. "We met at one of your father's chess tournaments, my lady," he said softly. "As I recall, you beat me quite soundly."
The woman nodded. "Yes. . . you were the man with the mask! With the light purple eyes! You disappeared so suddenly that I did not recall your voice until now! Who are you? Are you a merchant captain? I have to be returned home soon, else my father will worry."
Zelgadis thought a moment, and then stepped into the light. He would use the girl as ransom for her father's great fortune, and then he would let her go. 'You will not!' his inner voice chided him.
He ignored the voice and raised his face into the dim light, staring at her. Strangely, she did not even flinch when she saw his face, but was instead curious. He growled softly, "My name is Captain Zelgadis."
Now her face paled visibly. She stumbled back against the wall, pressing her back against it. Her breathing quickened until he was sure she would faint from lack of oxygen exchange. "Z-Zelgadis?" she repeated. "The Chimera? How dare you lie to me and say that you rescued me! I know the truth! You kidnapped me! Flare. . . !"
Zelgadis charged forward and rammed his knee into her stomach, causing her to grunt and fall to her knees. He caught her easily as she went down, wincing at how hard his knee had contacted her soft flesh. She had been knocked cold from the blow, and she sagged in his arms, unconscious. He carried her back to the bed and cast a Sleep spell on her so that she would remain docile until they could get a message to her father and begin the ransom process. He covered her with the light blue coverlet so that she would not freeze, and brushed a red curl from her face before hurrying out the door.
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Xellos, meanwhile, had been informed that the crew of the "Amelia" had pulled a woman from the sea and carried her aboard the ship. He smiled and reached into his pocket, from which he pulled a light green orb. The orb was smoky inside, and the smoke never stopped swirling around inside the glass outer covering. He stroked the ball lightly, and then glanced towards the "Amelia".
"Your orders, Captain?" Phibrizzo asked, appearing at his elbow.
"Run up a white flag and send word that we want to parlay about his pretty little charge," Xellos answered, pocketing the green orb. "And tell Zelgadis that I wish to see him personally."
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~Wow, long time between updates again. Read and review if you wish, but I still would appreciate your opinions on which to have first, love for Zel or fighting between our two captains?
~~Also, thanks for all the great reviews that I have received. I appreciate them more than you know.
~Next time on "Love on the High Seas": A trade off? Who will get the girl?
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The men carried the unconscious Lina carefully into the captain's cabin, laying her out flat on her back on the large bed. She hadn't moved since the captain had brought her on board, but they men knew better than to disobey Zelgadis. Dilgear nodded at Jillas, who appeared the moment the door was opened. Jillas took one look at the woman on the bed and snarled at the first mate.
"Why should I hae ta take care o' a wench?" he demanded, his hands on his small hips. His orange fur stuck straight out in his outrage as he glared up at the mountain of a first mate.
Dilgear, being used to the agitated little fox, simply headed for the door, saying on his way out, "The Captain wanted her dry and warm. They are his orders, not mine."
Jillas growled in annoyance and headed over to the girl, who was laying deathly pale on the soft blue coverlet that the Captain always insisted upon having on his bed. He always claimed to freeze at night, when the cold sea wind blew in through the cracks in the ship's walls. Jillas always listened to his captain, so he had never complained about the long hours that it took to clean the heavy coverlet. He was happy to do anything Zelgadis asked of him. Zelgadis had saved his life from an angry mob in a port city. The mod had been chasing him down for stealing ingredients for his "experiments", trying to make a weapon more powerful than magic. Captain Zelgadis had grabbed him as he rounded a corner and pressed him into the shadows, unseen by the mob, which ran past without stopping. Ever since that day, Jillas had been with Zelgadis, taking care of him in every way he could think of. Zelgadis even let him continue his experiments, as long as he only detonated his "bombs" on the beaches of islands where no one could get hurt.
He crossed the small cabin softly, not wanting to wake the lady up, and knelt beside a dark mahogany truck. He lifted the lid and shuffled through various pieces of cloth and clothing, searching for something of use. The Captain always claimed the finest bolts of fabric and clothing for himself, often sending things back to his island lair to await sale or shredding. He had a large array of female clothing as well as male, but he was no cross dresser. Many of the fine gowns, dresses, and undergarments were to be sold at open market auctions to provide monies for furnishing and repairing the ship.
Jillas smiled as he pulled out a dark purple dress of soft silk. He glanced back at the wet woman to check the size, then shrugged and looped the dress over his arm. He also picked out a white shift and a pair of long stockings to keep her warm. If the Captain wanted her warm, then she would be as warm as Jillas could possibly get her. He set about untying the woman's cloak from her tiny body, removing it and laying it flat on the floor. It would drain through the cracks and allow the fabric to dry flat.
Having never seen nor cared to see a naked human female before, Jillas did not worry about upsetting her by seeing her naked. He simply stripped off the black leggings and tunic, throwing them against the wall. He ordered himself to remember to hang them out to dry on a line later on, when the sun was hotter. He rubbed the woman's pale skin with a rough towel to bring back circulation and warmth, and to dry her off. He tied her long red hair back into a loose bunch, securing it with a small leather thong. Slipping the white shift over the girl's body, he pulled her into a sitting position to secure the straps over her shoulders and back. She groaned at the movement, her eyelids fluttering open.
Her ruby eyes locked with Jillas's, who betrayed no fear at all. In fact, he smiled pleasantly and finished tying the strings of the straps around the girl's shoulders just before she let out a bloodcurdling shriek and knocked him across the room.
Jillas soared through the air and knocked his head against the hard wood of the ship. The girl leaped from the bed, bringing her hands together and shouting, "Flare Arrow!"
Instantly, Jillas was caught in the spell and yelped, running from the room in flames, crying out for the Captain. Zelgadis had been checking the course from the main deck, but had already begun to charge towards his cabin when Jillas emerged. The crew leaped on the little fox, smothering him in blankets and shirts to douse the flames. They all looked fearfully at their captain, wondering just what was going on. Zelgadis hurried into his cabin, ducking another Flare Arrow just in time. He rolled across the floor, coming up to his knees and casting a Barrier spell in front of him as another Flare Arrow ripped from the woman's hands.
Zel shook his head at the girl, who was standing in the middle of his bed, legs akimbo and her hands straight out in front of her. "Calm down!" he yelled to her as she fired another spell into his Barrier.
The Barrier held easily, knocking the Flare Arrow away from his body. He stood quickly, glaring at her with his dark eyes. She stopped her spell at the sound of his voice, her hands still in front of her. "Where am I?" she demanded.
Zelgadis breathed a small sigh of relief. She seemed to be slightly calmer now. "You are on the ship "Amelia", in the middle of the Eastern Sea," he explained, continuing to move forward one slow step at a time. "We found you afloat in the sea near a shipwreck, and brought you on board."
She blinked at him, her hands lowering slightly. "Why was that creature undressing me?" she inquired, her voice heating up again.
Zelgadis stared at her a moment, then nodded in comprehension. "I see, so that's what this is all about. That was Jillas, my cabin boy. I ordered him to make sure you were warm and dry, so that you did not catch cold. As I recall, my lady, you were quite feverish when I pulled you from the water."
She stepped down from the bed slowly, her movements slightly dizzying. 'She's definitely been struck by an illness,' Zelgadis thought. 'We have to get her settled down as quickly as possible.
"Who are you?" the woman said next. "I seem to remember you from somewhere, but I cannot recall you voice."
He stopped a moment, and then realized that it was still early enough in the day that Jillas had not yet lit the lamps in his cabin. The only light was from the pale sun, shining through slightly cloudy skies. He stepped farther into the shadows. "We met at one of your father's chess tournaments, my lady," he said softly. "As I recall, you beat me quite soundly."
The woman nodded. "Yes. . . you were the man with the mask! With the light purple eyes! You disappeared so suddenly that I did not recall your voice until now! Who are you? Are you a merchant captain? I have to be returned home soon, else my father will worry."
Zelgadis thought a moment, and then stepped into the light. He would use the girl as ransom for her father's great fortune, and then he would let her go. 'You will not!' his inner voice chided him.
He ignored the voice and raised his face into the dim light, staring at her. Strangely, she did not even flinch when she saw his face, but was instead curious. He growled softly, "My name is Captain Zelgadis."
Now her face paled visibly. She stumbled back against the wall, pressing her back against it. Her breathing quickened until he was sure she would faint from lack of oxygen exchange. "Z-Zelgadis?" she repeated. "The Chimera? How dare you lie to me and say that you rescued me! I know the truth! You kidnapped me! Flare. . . !"
Zelgadis charged forward and rammed his knee into her stomach, causing her to grunt and fall to her knees. He caught her easily as she went down, wincing at how hard his knee had contacted her soft flesh. She had been knocked cold from the blow, and she sagged in his arms, unconscious. He carried her back to the bed and cast a Sleep spell on her so that she would remain docile until they could get a message to her father and begin the ransom process. He covered her with the light blue coverlet so that she would not freeze, and brushed a red curl from her face before hurrying out the door.
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Xellos, meanwhile, had been informed that the crew of the "Amelia" had pulled a woman from the sea and carried her aboard the ship. He smiled and reached into his pocket, from which he pulled a light green orb. The orb was smoky inside, and the smoke never stopped swirling around inside the glass outer covering. He stroked the ball lightly, and then glanced towards the "Amelia".
"Your orders, Captain?" Phibrizzo asked, appearing at his elbow.
"Run up a white flag and send word that we want to parlay about his pretty little charge," Xellos answered, pocketing the green orb. "And tell Zelgadis that I wish to see him personally."
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~Wow, long time between updates again. Read and review if you wish, but I still would appreciate your opinions on which to have first, love for Zel or fighting between our two captains?
~~Also, thanks for all the great reviews that I have received. I appreciate them more than you know.
~Next time on "Love on the High Seas": A trade off? Who will get the girl?