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by Skallagrim on Wed May 27, 2009 10:34 am
James ate heartily as he listened to the slip of a girl talk abut escape. Lifting his tin cup he slurped some of the red wine and flashed a dazzling smile at Richelle, "Well 'tis a wonderful idea lass, however I'd wager an 'orrible death of thrist before I be found by another ship or perhaps an isle ta be callin me home."
Taking another sip James stiffened as he heard muffled shouts and heavy boots outside, his eyes grew wide then narrowed a bit, "Lass we've the King's own as company shor…" Before he could finish the galley door burst open, a marine entered, the long barrel of his rifle pointing at James, the pale light caught the wicked bayonet as it moved in an alarmingly fast manner towards James' chest.
The diminutive officer stepped inside and the forms of at least two other marines are lurking in the hallway. With a high nasal pitch of a voice the left-tenant snarled at James, "Well Mr. MacLeod, I see managed to get the shackles off yer wrists." Casting his beady eyes towards the woman the officer offered a stilted bow and growled, "I am afraid you are in the company of a pirate, I hope he hasn't ravished you or befouled you in any manner."
Casting those eyes at the much taller pirate, he spat in anger, "You shall be confined to your quarter the rest of this voyage, sah!"
James' lip curled in a odd little grin, his eyes flared with a mischievous light, "Well now Left-tenant I suppose I will have to suffer such a fate. However, my cabin now belongs to this lady whom I have kidnapped and held against her will. I am sure if you speak to the captain he will agree with me about the change in accommodations."
The Left-tenant's eyes bugged out and his face became florid, "WHAT? You dare make demands!" James held up a hand as he swatted away the bayonet and finished his wine, "I can and I do make this demand. I am sure the captain will allow this lady to have a private room."
Standing up, James pulled his coat about his lean waist and tipped his hat slightly at Richelle, "I am sure mi'lady you shall have a more pleasant journey than what you had envisioned." Flashing her a smile James said softly, "Perhaps I will take up yer idea, perhaps indeed…"
The sounds of heavy manacles chinked as they are placed around James' hands and feet, with a shove he is escorted away towards the deck where he would spend the rest of the night chained to the main mast.
The Left-tenant looked at Richelle with distaste, "Come then, I will take you to his room, it shall be yours the rest of the voyage. Count yourself lucky."
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