NOTE - this story is a co-authorship between sistergrim and NittanyChick11,
I do not take full credit under any circumstances for this work.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
NOTE- To my number one reviewer HD, no problem if you want in our story with Shannon; we've got no one paired up with him anyway. Just let us know how you'd like to be described and if you have a particular name you'd like us to use.if not we can make it up for you. Thanks again for all your reviews. Enjoy :)
"Hey I think hear something," Hurricane called out fifteen minutes later.
Heavy footsteps could indeed be heard advancing down the stairs. Six pirate women came then including the big one, the one with the blue, and the one in the purple skirt. The large one in gray was carrying a heavy rope. The other three all had ancient pistols at hand.
"Which one of you is the king?" Demanded the blue wearing one.
"That'd be him ma'am," Smirked O' Haire pointing at Jericho.
"You there! Step forward!" The pirate addressed him.
"Aye no funny business either, or it'd be a quick trip to Davey Jones' Locker." Warned the one in purple, "Cap'n wants a word with you."
Jericho realized he had no choice, swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped forward. They opened the cell and he stepped out quietly.
"Bind him Wendy," The blue wearing lass told the large pirate.
"Aye Jo," Wendy nodded and bound his hands behind his back with the rope.
"Damn," Remarked Farooq as he watched them take Chris away.
Jo shoved him at the stairs, "Move quickly now."
"Easy Jo," Admonished the one in purple, "Molly said not to spoil him."
"I think she's soft on him Emmaline," Jo smirked back at her.
'Soft on me?' Wondered Jericho in astonishment.
They prodded him into what had to be the captain's chambers where Molly Ravenlust was waiting for them. Wendy pushed him roughly into a chair and drew her knife to his throat as Molly approached. Jericho saw Coach sitting on a perch hanging beside the round table.
"My, my so you're a king," Remarked Molly fingering the silvery material of his shirt, "What a strange robe." Then she ran her hands across his sinewy bicep muscles, "You've been in many battles, I imagine."
"Molly, mind your manners," Kate reproached her as she entered the chamber, "I must apologize for Molly, your highness, you see it's been many a month since any of us have had the pleasure of a man's company."
"I see," Jericho paled as Molly picked up a lock of his hair.
"Bling-Bling is your province, is it not?" Kate questioned him.
"Ah.yeah," Jericho shifted uncomfortably as Molly squeezed his thigh.
"Molly, really stop that," Kate rolled her eyes, "You can play with him later."
"Really?" Molly beamed causing Jericho to turn crimson with embarrassment.
"Yes, now contain yourself," Kate ordered and continued her interrogation, "the men with you, are they your courtiers?"
"Something like that," Jericho replied and tried to explain in terms she would comprehend, "We're like a band of warriors in our time."
"In your time? So you believe that you are from this 2003 the other man spoke of also," Kate sought clarification.
"Yes ma'am," Jericho affirmed, "Our kingdom doesn't exist in your time, I am sure. But I tell you we are the from the future."
"Well, it seems like a quite a tale but judging by your garments and manner of speech," Kate reasoned as an idea formed in her mind, "I'm inclined to believe it. Now then, this does prove to be an interesting situation. Jo, Blackspot, (who was the one in peach from earlier) fetch some more suitable clothing for our royal guest. We must take care that his own remain unspoiled. Then I want you to do the same for his companions."
"Ma'am?" Molly gazed at her in confusion.
Kate drew her outside where Jericho couldn't hear them, "Think of it Molly, we'll be rich. Think of the money the people would pay to get a look at the 'Men from the 21st Century."
"Ah, I see," Molly replied.
"So we won't be selling them just yet," Kate told her quietly back inside.
"Aye cap'n," Molly smiled and followed her in.
"Take him back to his cell," Kate ordered Wendy then quickly changed her mind, "Wait a minute, Molly I promised you could question him yourself didn't I?"
"Yes ma'am!" Molly smiled cruelly, "Take him to my chamber Wendy."
Jericho's eyes turned white with fear as the brawny pirate dragged him towards another cabin. He watched in horror as Blackspot Roxy returned with some clothes and handed them to Molly.
"What are you going to do to me?" He whispered observing the crazed glimmer that had crept into her single blue eye. Molly just laughed maniacally at his query.
This story is a work of fiction. We only own the characters that are non- WWE. Vince McMahon owns the WWE and characters. Do not distribute, do not sell, and do not sue. THANKS..***********
NOTE- To my number one reviewer HD, no problem if you want in our story with Shannon; we've got no one paired up with him anyway. Just let us know how you'd like to be described and if you have a particular name you'd like us to use.if not we can make it up for you. Thanks again for all your reviews. Enjoy :)
"Hey I think hear something," Hurricane called out fifteen minutes later.
Heavy footsteps could indeed be heard advancing down the stairs. Six pirate women came then including the big one, the one with the blue, and the one in the purple skirt. The large one in gray was carrying a heavy rope. The other three all had ancient pistols at hand.
"Which one of you is the king?" Demanded the blue wearing one.
"That'd be him ma'am," Smirked O' Haire pointing at Jericho.
"You there! Step forward!" The pirate addressed him.
"Aye no funny business either, or it'd be a quick trip to Davey Jones' Locker." Warned the one in purple, "Cap'n wants a word with you."
Jericho realized he had no choice, swallowed the lump in his throat and stepped forward. They opened the cell and he stepped out quietly.
"Bind him Wendy," The blue wearing lass told the large pirate.
"Aye Jo," Wendy nodded and bound his hands behind his back with the rope.
"Damn," Remarked Farooq as he watched them take Chris away.
Jo shoved him at the stairs, "Move quickly now."
"Easy Jo," Admonished the one in purple, "Molly said not to spoil him."
"I think she's soft on him Emmaline," Jo smirked back at her.
'Soft on me?' Wondered Jericho in astonishment.
They prodded him into what had to be the captain's chambers where Molly Ravenlust was waiting for them. Wendy pushed him roughly into a chair and drew her knife to his throat as Molly approached. Jericho saw Coach sitting on a perch hanging beside the round table.
"My, my so you're a king," Remarked Molly fingering the silvery material of his shirt, "What a strange robe." Then she ran her hands across his sinewy bicep muscles, "You've been in many battles, I imagine."
"Molly, mind your manners," Kate reproached her as she entered the chamber, "I must apologize for Molly, your highness, you see it's been many a month since any of us have had the pleasure of a man's company."
"I see," Jericho paled as Molly picked up a lock of his hair.
"Bling-Bling is your province, is it not?" Kate questioned him.
"Ah.yeah," Jericho shifted uncomfortably as Molly squeezed his thigh.
"Molly, really stop that," Kate rolled her eyes, "You can play with him later."
"Really?" Molly beamed causing Jericho to turn crimson with embarrassment.
"Yes, now contain yourself," Kate ordered and continued her interrogation, "the men with you, are they your courtiers?"
"Something like that," Jericho replied and tried to explain in terms she would comprehend, "We're like a band of warriors in our time."
"In your time? So you believe that you are from this 2003 the other man spoke of also," Kate sought clarification.
"Yes ma'am," Jericho affirmed, "Our kingdom doesn't exist in your time, I am sure. But I tell you we are the from the future."
"Well, it seems like a quite a tale but judging by your garments and manner of speech," Kate reasoned as an idea formed in her mind, "I'm inclined to believe it. Now then, this does prove to be an interesting situation. Jo, Blackspot, (who was the one in peach from earlier) fetch some more suitable clothing for our royal guest. We must take care that his own remain unspoiled. Then I want you to do the same for his companions."
"Ma'am?" Molly gazed at her in confusion.
Kate drew her outside where Jericho couldn't hear them, "Think of it Molly, we'll be rich. Think of the money the people would pay to get a look at the 'Men from the 21st Century."
"Ah, I see," Molly replied.
"So we won't be selling them just yet," Kate told her quietly back inside.
"Aye cap'n," Molly smiled and followed her in.
"Take him back to his cell," Kate ordered Wendy then quickly changed her mind, "Wait a minute, Molly I promised you could question him yourself didn't I?"
"Yes ma'am!" Molly smiled cruelly, "Take him to my chamber Wendy."
Jericho's eyes turned white with fear as the brawny pirate dragged him towards another cabin. He watched in horror as Blackspot Roxy returned with some clothes and handed them to Molly.
"What are you going to do to me?" He whispered observing the crazed glimmer that had crept into her single blue eye. Molly just laughed maniacally at his query.