What follows is both a true account of the final, or perhaps we should say conclusive, meeting between the two notorious pirates Elizabeth Hill and William Bloodworth, and a loosely, even recklessly edited version of an RP between the present writer - who takes responsibility for any editing errors - and the wonderfully talented ContinentalCo. It features bondage, humiliation and sexual themes; reader discretion is advised.
The pirate captain was excessively beautiful, with glossy dark hair, hypnotic green eyes and a figure to die for. She was verifiably deadly, having killed twenty-seven men that she knew of and very likely twice as many without realising. But more than anything else she was arrogant.
Arrogance makes a man bold, and a woman doubly so; and it is possible that with less arrogance she would not have risen to such heights at so young an age. But it can also make a pirate laugh in the face of perils she should better avoid, and it might have been wiser not to have rowed ashore under cover of darkness when an enormous reward had been offered for her capture, nor to have slipped into the town in disguise. Whether this was a wise course of action or not, the pirate captain had a tankard of beer in her hand, a pair of pistols in her belt and a sack of gold coins in her coat, and felt that all was right with the world.
Unfortunately for Elizabeth - that being the name of our pirate captain, whose face was prettier than her name, but whose name was a great deal prettier than her deeds - the night was not destined to end well. For the man who had just walked through the door was a singular specimen. It wasn't merely that he was handsome, and hard, and not to be trifled with: in a port town such men are ten to a shilling. Nor was it that he had very good reason to wish Elizabeth ill, for who did not? Rather, what made William Bloodworth unusual was that he had known the pirate captain intimately enough to recognise her in a darkened tavern, even in disguise, and he had lived to tell the tale.
William
'Tis true: I would have known that wench anywhere. She was prettier than hell, and meaner too. Soon as I walked in the door, I knew it was her. I walked over to her shadowy alcove and sat down uninvited, dumping a coil of stout cord and a handful of cloths on the table.
"Recognise me do you, lass?" I growled. "We've got things to discuss, you and I."
Elizabeth
A little tipsy, and not even looking at the man, I pushed the ropes and the fabric away from me over the table. Then I crossed my legs in my seat and crossed my arms over my chest, somewhat defensively.
"I don't know who you are, but I'm not interested in buying nothing. If you want some company, go look for a whore. Now get out of my sight and let me enjoy my beer. Otherwise, you'll taste my bullets."
Waiting for him to leave me alone, I played at holding my hat in the air with one foot. The beer was having an effect on me. But he wasn't leaving. I looked at him discreetly, thinking that maybe he was a secret admirer, a wooer or something. Was that face familiar?
William
Crossing her arms drew attention to her pretty breasts, small but pert and framed by a white blouse unbuttoned down to the top of her tight corset. I wondered if she was trying to seduce me. The idea was pleasing.
"Don't like the ropes, eh, missy? That's a shame, because you're gonna be wearing them afore the night's out."
I casually reached over and picked up her tankard of beer, looking her in the eye while I drained it to the dregs.
"If I shouted your name, wench, every cutthroat and scoundrel in here would be falling over themselves to snatch you and claim the reward. So how's about you treat an old friend with a little more respect, eh? You could start by making me a gift of those pistols you're playing with under your cloak. Then perhaps we can talk about adjusting your outfit a little. You're a pretty little thing, you just need to be displayed properly."
Elizabeth
My eyes opened wide with fear as I suddenly remembered. He was the captain of the first ship I served on, until I stole a chest of gold and one of the boats and escaped. He made himself respected by the whole crew. No man dared to disobey his orders. He was now older but still good-looking, and I would bet he was as tough and disciplined as ever.
I sat straight on my chair and bent over the table in order to have more intimacy. He wasn't looking at my face.
"What do you want from me?" I whispered, worried, and aware I was at his mercy. "I can give you money. Please, don't reveal my identity to these people, or use that rope on me. I'm sure we can reach an agreement... don't you think?"
I looked him in the eye pleadingly, as if I was a little girl who had been caught in a mischief. I trusted in my abilities to take advantage of his compassion. I had experience in that.
William
"Well now... Mayhaps I could be persuaded to keep your secret. The last thing we want is to see you bound with chains and marched off to the gallows. What a shame that would be. What a waste of a fine pretty young wench."
I licked my lips, looking up and down her trim, tight body.
"A pretty little thing like you is used to getting her own way, I suppose. What would you do to persuade me? Offer a kiss from those sweet lips, perhaps? I can't say as the idea is unappealing, madam, but a fierce tigress like you... I'd need to be taking precautions to protect meself. I don't want to be nursing a bullet in the gut or a cutlass between the ribs. So how's about we start by handing over them weapons you've got, and maybe you should take off the cloak too, just so I can see what you're up to. I wouldn't worry about being noticed, it's plenty shadowy over here."
Elizabeth
There was a little more grey in his dark hair and beard than I remembered, but the tone of command in his voice was exactly the same. How was it I never ended up in his bed? I bit my lip, reluctant at the thought of handing over my weapons. But, since I had no choice, I unbuckled my belt and placed it on the table along with my pistols. I looked at him spitefully.
"There's no need to do this. You're leaving me without the means to defend myself." I crossed my arms again, annoyed. Then he reminded me I had to take my cloak off too. I let it fall to the floor.
I felt exposed, even though we were hidden from the rest of the people. Now he had a clear view of the thin white blouse over my corset, unbuttoned to my cleavage. I followed his eyes and realised I was leaving too much on display. I rushed to cover myself.
William
I picked up the pistols and dropped them discreetly into a sack next to me, and pulled tight the cord around its neck.
"I hope you're not trying to obstruct my view, missy," I said, smiling. "You should be trying to act friendly if you want your secret to stay secret. And you certainly haven't got anything to be ashamed of. Those tits of yours are as shapely as two sweet round apples. I wouldn't mind getting my teeth around them and having a good taste!"
I chuckled, gazing at the smooth silky skin of her breasts and throat, and wondered what the rest of her looked like under the shirt and corset and tight leather breeches. She was a heavenly creature. Then I remembered what I was about.
"About that kiss," I began. "Nothing would please me more than to oblige you, but I fear you will snatch a knife from the table while our lips are locked and gut me like a fish. I seem to remember you killin' a man that way more than once. So here's my proposition: I'll rope your wrists together behind your back, good and tight so you can't slip free, and then we can concentrate on our kiss without worrying about checking the tavern for knives. And I bet my view would be better that way, too.
