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My former username was Chicogal.
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Alice stopped in place, wincing slightly as the loud, arrogant voice of Vic blared out from below. He really was overconfident; strutting his stuff in front of his men. Precocious. That was the word. It curled around her tongue, whispered in her ear. She would love to insult him. But she couldn't risk that. So long as she was quiet and didn't draw too much attention to herself - he should leave her alone. In any case, she felt embarrassed around him. Vic was crass, and she wasn't used to his men leering at her. It wasn't like women were common on the high seas, and she was becoming acutely aware of her femininity amongst them.
The sight of his near-bare body did nothing to help her fluster when he came near. Clearing her throat softly, she found it was slightly difficult to look away from his torso. Apart from it being - well - fit, it was also tattooed and scarred and tanned. Even the stableboy hadn't looked like that - a mere boy in comparison to the man standing next to her. It was sort of like the sun. Only quick glances, and only then for a second. When the men dispersed, she breathed a small sigh. She shook her head at his suggestion; she certainly would not be going in there with all of these men milling around the deck. And when he bowed to her, she couldn't help it. Her anger with him was brewing, and she curtsied sarcastically back. How dare he hold her, Alice Rohan? The daughter of a governor, no less. A moment later, she regretted it - she'd probably pay. Who knew what could happen?
She made her way to what seemed to be the galley, descending the steps into half-light below. There was a young boy, no older than his 'teens - she asked him about Piney. After all, her stomach was starting to complain a bit. Although his mouth was vulgar and he stared at her chest for all of the conversation, he was obliging enough and set her in the correct direction. She arrived in what seemed to be a small kitchen, set up with pots and large barrels of food and water. Piney was a small, thickset man with a stomach that protruded over his breeches. He, too, let his eyes roam freely as he gathered together her rations for the morning meal. No lunch, and she'd have the stew with the crew for dinner. He seemed no-nonsense, someone who wouldn't be giving out food freely. He also supplied her with a full waterskin, telling her to come back in the evening for more.
She left the galley with a piece of bread, an apple and a flask. It was nothing compared to what she was used to. Nothing. But she was hungry, and it was food. Perhaps she'd have a nibble. Once again, she felt the glances as she passed over the exposed deck. One or two men called out something, but she ignored them. Coming to the door, she hesitated before calling through. "May I enter?"
The sight of his near-bare body did nothing to help her fluster when he came near. Clearing her throat softly, she found it was slightly difficult to look away from his torso. Apart from it being - well - fit, it was also tattooed and scarred and tanned. Even the stableboy hadn't looked like that - a mere boy in comparison to the man standing next to her. It was sort of like the sun. Only quick glances, and only then for a second. When the men dispersed, she breathed a small sigh. She shook her head at his suggestion; she certainly would not be going in there with all of these men milling around the deck. And when he bowed to her, she couldn't help it. Her anger with him was brewing, and she curtsied sarcastically back. How dare he hold her, Alice Rohan? The daughter of a governor, no less. A moment later, she regretted it - she'd probably pay. Who knew what could happen?
She made her way to what seemed to be the galley, descending the steps into half-light below. There was a young boy, no older than his 'teens - she asked him about Piney. After all, her stomach was starting to complain a bit. Although his mouth was vulgar and he stared at her chest for all of the conversation, he was obliging enough and set her in the correct direction. She arrived in what seemed to be a small kitchen, set up with pots and large barrels of food and water. Piney was a small, thickset man with a stomach that protruded over his breeches. He, too, let his eyes roam freely as he gathered together her rations for the morning meal. No lunch, and she'd have the stew with the crew for dinner. He seemed no-nonsense, someone who wouldn't be giving out food freely. He also supplied her with a full waterskin, telling her to come back in the evening for more.
She left the galley with a piece of bread, an apple and a flask. It was nothing compared to what she was used to. Nothing. But she was hungry, and it was food. Perhaps she'd have a nibble. Once again, she felt the glances as she passed over the exposed deck. One or two men called out something, but she ignored them. Coming to the door, she hesitated before calling through. "May I enter?"
Alice barely slept, and what few winks she had were restless. It had been a while since the trip here, and she felt a little nauseous inbetween dark slumber. At one point, she panicked, unable to remember where she was and why - the reality of her situation did nothing to calm her nerves. She was finally awoken when the door was opened, and a soft shriek escaped her as she gathered the blankets around her. She hadn't been stupid enough to strip right down, of course - she was wearing her undergarments and petticoat. She watched him with wide green eyes, slightly perturbed as he had the audacity to sit down.
The girl watched him leave before relaxing once more. Rations... What were they meant to be? And she was supposed to just saunter along to the galley? Vic seemed to trust that she wouldn't throw herself overboard with a weight. Vic... It was probably short for Victor. Or Victoire. But he didn't sound French. Her gaze met the dress she'd laid carefully over the bottom of the bed - it was certainly impractical. But surely none of their clothes would fit her; and they were probably infested with all manner of diseases in any case. There was a fleeting thought - if she was to dress as a boy, would she be able to slip away? It would involve the cutting of her hair, but... no. They'd catch her. They'd kill her.
Slipping into the dress again, she fastened it with stiff fingers. Sudden shouting and a splash caught her attention, and she glanced out of the window. Was that... Vic? Slightly naked? Blushing despite herself, she turned suddenly away, and headed to the door. Her hand hovered over the handle, then she slowly opened it. Her jaw was set, head held high. Her father had invested in many lessons of propriety for her. One of the most important rules was dignity. She could feel as eyes turned to her, and she stepped out of the room. There were a couple of murmurs, a call or two. Ignoring them, she scanned the deck for the galley. It was generally the same on all ships, and she started across the deck.
The girl watched him leave before relaxing once more. Rations... What were they meant to be? And she was supposed to just saunter along to the galley? Vic seemed to trust that she wouldn't throw herself overboard with a weight. Vic... It was probably short for Victor. Or Victoire. But he didn't sound French. Her gaze met the dress she'd laid carefully over the bottom of the bed - it was certainly impractical. But surely none of their clothes would fit her; and they were probably infested with all manner of diseases in any case. There was a fleeting thought - if she was to dress as a boy, would she be able to slip away? It would involve the cutting of her hair, but... no. They'd catch her. They'd kill her.
Slipping into the dress again, she fastened it with stiff fingers. Sudden shouting and a splash caught her attention, and she glanced out of the window. Was that... Vic? Slightly naked? Blushing despite herself, she turned suddenly away, and headed to the door. Her hand hovered over the handle, then she slowly opened it. Her jaw was set, head held high. Her father had invested in many lessons of propriety for her. One of the most important rules was dignity. She could feel as eyes turned to her, and she stepped out of the room. There were a couple of murmurs, a call or two. Ignoring them, she scanned the deck for the galley. It was generally the same on all ships, and she started across the deck.
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It worked. It seemed he approved of her suggestion. Relief washed through Alice, but it was mixed with anxiety - from both the situation and the corset that was suffocating her. They weren't made for fright or exertion. And then, as her hand clutched at her breast, he noticed. The pirate, Vic, he approached her once more. She didn't know what was more frightening - him or the corset. "It's-"
At that moment, he seemed to yank her back. She let out a squeak of fright, eyes squeezing tight and fingers forming fists. Half-moon crescents dug into the palms of her hand. Oh... what? He was undoing her corset? Red rushed into her cheeks. Admittedly, he was handsome and young. But he was a pirate. And it would be so easy for him to ruin her right now, if the strength he had in those hands was any indicator. Her arms crossed over her chest modestly when he pulled it off. "Thank you," she said, not making eye contact. The first man to undress her - well, in a way. He smelled like sweat and sea and salt.
His conversation was a surprise. He wasn't planning on throwing her to the crew; that had been her worst fear. And he wasn't going to take her, either. She sat on that chair, watching him leave her and the door click shut. Alice let out a long, low breath, tears filling in her eyes again. It looked hopeless. But at least he seemed to want to keep her safe. Getting up from the chair, she felt the sway of the sea beneath her trembling feet. At least she was used to it - the trip from England to here had taken months. Walking to the window, she stared out at the night-time ocean for just a moment. Calm and fluid and free. Unlike her. Glancing at the bed, she thought about the possibility of lice and fleas. But it was probably better than the floor. Walking to it, she sat timidly on the edge. A man's bed, and it smelled like him too.
At that moment, he seemed to yank her back. She let out a squeak of fright, eyes squeezing tight and fingers forming fists. Half-moon crescents dug into the palms of her hand. Oh... what? He was undoing her corset? Red rushed into her cheeks. Admittedly, he was handsome and young. But he was a pirate. And it would be so easy for him to ruin her right now, if the strength he had in those hands was any indicator. Her arms crossed over her chest modestly when he pulled it off. "Thank you," she said, not making eye contact. The first man to undress her - well, in a way. He smelled like sweat and sea and salt.
His conversation was a surprise. He wasn't planning on throwing her to the crew; that had been her worst fear. And he wasn't going to take her, either. She sat on that chair, watching him leave her and the door click shut. Alice let out a long, low breath, tears filling in her eyes again. It looked hopeless. But at least he seemed to want to keep her safe. Getting up from the chair, she felt the sway of the sea beneath her trembling feet. At least she was used to it - the trip from England to here had taken months. Walking to the window, she stared out at the night-time ocean for just a moment. Calm and fluid and free. Unlike her. Glancing at the bed, she thought about the possibility of lice and fleas. But it was probably better than the floor. Walking to it, she sat timidly on the edge. A man's bed, and it smelled like him too.
Yes please, thank you. xD
N'aw! I'll see you later then. I have work in an hour for a couple of hours and then a driving lesson later, so I might be spotty. :p
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N'aw! I'll see you later then. I have work in an hour for a couple of hours and then a driving lesson later, so I might be spotty. :p
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Morning! I'm GMT+2, by the way. :) And I put up my sheet. Made her 20, as they probably married quite early then?
I didn't realise those were GIFs in your sheet until I got on my laptop now, haha! Is he from a TV show? Very nice. ;)
Morning! I'm GMT+2, by the way. :) And I put up my sheet. Made her 20, as they probably married quite early then?
I didn't realise those were GIFs in your sheet until I got on my laptop now, haha! Is he from a TV show? Very nice. ;)
Name: Alice Rohan
Age: 20
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fa/9c/35/fa9c35c247d21e895b4dd5caf64bdb0a.jpg
Alice has black hair that falls to her waist in gentle waves - however, it is usually pinned up or hid under a wig (much to her chagrin). Her skin is pale and unblemished, forever forced into using parasols and avoiding the hot midday sun. She has never known hardship or hard work, and her appearance shows it. She is slender and stands around 5,4". Alice usually wears an expensive dress of some kind and slippers, along with small trinkets of jewellery around her neck and arms.
Personality: Alice is a bit of a dreamer, but not too wildly - she has had a very sheltered upbringing. Although she knows the dangers of pirates and what they do, she has no experience with any unsavoury characters. She does however enjoy new experiences (if they're good!). Alice is a little bit of a romantic along with being a dreamer.
Age: 20
Appearance: https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/236x/fa/9c/35/fa9c35c247d21e895b4dd5caf64bdb0a.jpg
Alice has black hair that falls to her waist in gentle waves - however, it is usually pinned up or hid under a wig (much to her chagrin). Her skin is pale and unblemished, forever forced into using parasols and avoiding the hot midday sun. She has never known hardship or hard work, and her appearance shows it. She is slender and stands around 5,4". Alice usually wears an expensive dress of some kind and slippers, along with small trinkets of jewellery around her neck and arms.
Personality: Alice is a bit of a dreamer, but not too wildly - she has had a very sheltered upbringing. Although she knows the dangers of pirates and what they do, she has no experience with any unsavoury characters. She does however enjoy new experiences (if they're good!). Alice is a little bit of a romantic along with being a dreamer.
Her father, he- he knew where she was? A glimmer of hope sparked in Alice's chest, even as the object of her terror paced in front of her. She hung her head slightly, pieces of black hair falling forward and obscuring her face. There was even a sense of embarrassment about her - she'd only ever looked like this in the morning, when she woke up. And now like this, in front of a man; a pirate no less. He hadn't said that he wouldn't hurt her. At least an older gentleman wouldn't hurt her. Why had she not listened to her father?
Alice watched Vic's every move, feeling completely and utterly helpless. But the word - borrowed? Was he planning on using her as a bartering chip? Oh, please. It had happened to one of her father's friends before - pirates had captured his ship while on the seas. A couple of months later, he was delivered home for an exchange of gold - skinny, dishevelled but alive. Her figure mattered little in comparison to her life.
The strength of his stare was frightening, and she glanced away. "I am Alice Rohan," she said. Although her voice trembled, it hadn't dropped in volume. She'd been trained in diction all her young life (those lessons were supremely dull). Was he now asking her to barter for her life? Alice had to think for a moment. What had she been taught in her life, that was actually useful? "I can... sew?" Her green eyes skipped down his clothing. She'd learned ladies' sewing, but it should be applicable enough to men's clothing - and far less complicated.
It was getting a bit hard to breathe in the corset. What with the frantic beating of her heart, she was taking quick breaths - and they were shallow, too. A hand came to rest gently on her stomach area, below her chest. Alice averted her eyes as she concentrated on breathing.
Alice watched Vic's every move, feeling completely and utterly helpless. But the word - borrowed? Was he planning on using her as a bartering chip? Oh, please. It had happened to one of her father's friends before - pirates had captured his ship while on the seas. A couple of months later, he was delivered home for an exchange of gold - skinny, dishevelled but alive. Her figure mattered little in comparison to her life.
The strength of his stare was frightening, and she glanced away. "I am Alice Rohan," she said. Although her voice trembled, it hadn't dropped in volume. She'd been trained in diction all her young life (those lessons were supremely dull). Was he now asking her to barter for her life? Alice had to think for a moment. What had she been taught in her life, that was actually useful? "I can... sew?" Her green eyes skipped down his clothing. She'd learned ladies' sewing, but it should be applicable enough to men's clothing - and far less complicated.
It was getting a bit hard to breathe in the corset. What with the frantic beating of her heart, she was taking quick breaths - and they were shallow, too. A hand came to rest gently on her stomach area, below her chest. Alice averted her eyes as she concentrated on breathing.
The bushes and foliage around Alice whispered to themselves, fronds flapping against eachother in the light breeze. Ah, the night was beautiful, but she was all alone. Perhaps she wouldn't always be alone. Although, perhaps being alone was better than being with some old gentleman she had to call her husband. Her father had plenty of ideas about that. Alice did not.
And then, a shadow fell across her - what? Her heart jumped in her chest and skipped a beat. She stopped breathing in terror as his hands held her waist and her mouth shut. She'd never known violence, nor the unwanted touch of a man. She made a muffled sound, trying to turn her head as small sobs of fright escaped her. Alice was a lady, no matter how much she might dream of other lives. It was all that she knew.
Tears stained the rough material that covered her eyes, as she tripped and stumbled in her slippers. It had been a perfectly fine night. She'd been safe. The people there didn't want to hurt her. And her father- her father was there. A squeak escaped Alice as she was swung and up over someone's shoulder - it seemed to be the man who'd initially captured her. Being unable to see or scream was terrifying. When he removed her blindfold and gag, she stared at him with red-rimmed green eyes.
"Wh-why?" she stuttered, trembling from head to toe. It was a strange sight - all dressed up in her dress in this dark place. He was intimidating, and tall, and dark and powerful. So much more powerful now than she was, sitting on this chair in this place. What was he going to do to her? "Please... Please don't hurt me. Please don't- don't- don't do anything to me." Her voice cracked pitifully.
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And then, a shadow fell across her - what? Her heart jumped in her chest and skipped a beat. She stopped breathing in terror as his hands held her waist and her mouth shut. She'd never known violence, nor the unwanted touch of a man. She made a muffled sound, trying to turn her head as small sobs of fright escaped her. Alice was a lady, no matter how much she might dream of other lives. It was all that she knew.
Tears stained the rough material that covered her eyes, as she tripped and stumbled in her slippers. It had been a perfectly fine night. She'd been safe. The people there didn't want to hurt her. And her father- her father was there. A squeak escaped Alice as she was swung and up over someone's shoulder - it seemed to be the man who'd initially captured her. Being unable to see or scream was terrifying. When he removed her blindfold and gag, she stared at him with red-rimmed green eyes.
"Wh-why?" she stuttered, trembling from head to toe. It was a strange sight - all dressed up in her dress in this dark place. He was intimidating, and tall, and dark and powerful. So much more powerful now than she was, sitting on this chair in this place. What was he going to do to her? "Please... Please don't hurt me. Please don't- don't- don't do anything to me." Her voice cracked pitifully.
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