The Pirate
I slammed the hilt of my sword against the door, forcing it open. The shouting and cheering from behind me poured into the room. I kicked it closed and jammed the cutlass against it. I wasn't going to share this booty with those knaves. She crouched in the corner of the cabin, her arms across her chest, one hand clutching the lace at her décolletage. Beneath the blue gown, her knees drew up protectively. "Ye think ye could hide from Black Jack?" "Don't touch me!" she hissed. "My father will have you hung!" "Many have tried, wench. All have failed. The sea protects her own!" "Tell that to my poor, drowned crew!" "A harsh mistress, she takes what she wants. As do I." She became more nervous as I drew closer. "I have jewels. My father will pay my ransom," she cried. "And more!" Those last words were almost thrown my way as she suddenly darted forward on her knees, trying to scramble past me. Beneath ...