Any New Plot in Need of a Partner

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Hello! Do you have an interest in pirates? Fantastic! Then I have a story for you! I have an intro to a pirate story that was started quite some time ago but the partner I had for it has since disappeared. I really liked the story idea and would like to give it another go with someone.

A few things I'm looking for:

First, please know I will give you quality when I post but I will need someone who can be patient with my busy schedule.

I appreciate communication if questions about plot come up. PM me anytime :)

It makes no difference to me whether the writer is male or female though I was thinking the pirate character would be male. I only write heterosexual parring.

As to sex scenes if the story goes in that direction, I am fine with being descriptive or fading to black. Sex should be spice in the story rather than being the entire dish, so I'm not looking for pirate porn :p

Please see below the intro I have written and PM me if you are interested of have questions. Thanks!

Isabella stood in the Captain's chambers with a large map of Europe and the Mediterranean spread out before her. Tiny pins marked several places already and she placed one more in Monaco. Her blue eyes were the color of the ocean with the sun high overhead--at least when her mood was fair. And at that moment, the thrill of the trip and adventure had painted a beguiling smile upon her face. "Father, what say you to our next stop being in Monaco? It's on the way to Italy and then…"

Isabella's voice trailed off as she took note of the slight frown pulling at the corners of Edward Jeffries mouth and the crease between his eyebrows. Her own mouth turned down into a pout as she walked over to him. "What is troubling you?" For an older man, she could admit he was a handsome man. This was a fact that had been becoming more apparent since the passing of her mother. Thankfully his thoughts remained on his only daughter, rather than eligible ladies vying for his attention. Being an only child had made sharing one of life's most difficult tasks.

Her hand gently laid on his arm as she continued to study his face, hoping her persistence would cause him to share what was on his mind. Edward chuckled and shook his head. "You know I could never deny you anything, my darling. Of course we can stop in Monaco--though we do need to be in Naples by Friday." He had mentioned it more than once but never with an explanation as to the reason. Her head tilted slightly, sending a few scarlet curls tumbling over her shoulder. "Father? What are you not telling me?"

The door to the cabin opened abruptly and the Captain strode in with a purposeful gait. Edward turned with an expression of displeasure. "Captain, I thought I made it clear we were not to be disturbed?"

The Captain made a small bow to Isabella and nodded to Edward. "I beg your pardon, but a ship has been spotted off the port bow. She is flying a jolly roger." Isabella took in a sharp breath and braced herself against the table. Edward let out a soft curse. "Can we outrun them?"

"We can try, Sir."

"Do more than try!"

The Captain left and Edward raked his fingers through his dark hair. Bits of grey peeked out here and there and at the temples. "Stay here, Isabella, and lock the door. I have confidence in the crew but I'll feel better knowing you are safe here." After pressing a kiss to her forehead, he left the cabin.

The young woman lost no time in looking out the nearest porthole. Ocean and more ocean, without a ship in sight. Quickly, she checked the others but sighed heavily with disappointment when she found nothing. The approaching ship had to be coming towards the other side of the ship. Port? Stern? She still was getting the terms mixed up. Despite the fact that pirates terrified her, she had never seen a real pirate ship. The stories about them couldn't possibly be all true, right? Placing a little doubt in her mind was just what she needed to force herself to leave the safety of the cabin. Slowly, she eased open the door and peered out onto the deck. Her eyes grew wide as she watched the men running about as they jumped to the captain's orders. The sails were billowing as they caught a good wind. The ship was already bobbing more noticeably, forcing her to brace herself against the door frame.

"Captain! She's still gaining on us!" Isabella's eyes swiveled to the Captain. She bit her lower lip as the doubt noticeably washed over the man's face. "Ready the guns! They aren't in range yet but we want to get off the first shot. Might deter them."

Edward Jeffries cried out at the order. "No! A gunfight with my daughter on board?!" The two men began to have a heated discussion, though now with crash of the waves against the ship, she was not able to hear what was said. Their arguing only seemed to make the situation worse in her mind and she shifted her attention around until she beheld their pursuer. Her heart began to hammer in her chest. The jolly roger was now visible without a spyglass. The ship appeared larger than their own, though oddly was still bearing down on them. Did the pirates know what was on board? Isabel's father was a successful merchant. Their ship carried a bounty of his goods that he was trading along their trip. A juicy red apple ripe for the picking.

Isabella hadn't noticed her father approached while her attention had been transfixed on the pirate ship. "Dammit Bella! Get back in there!" Hurriedly they both rushed into the chamber and Edward flung open one of the trunks. After rummaging around, he pulled out a pistol. She watched him load it with trembling hands before he pushed it into her own. "I made the Captain see reason. There will be no gun fight. I'd rather bribe them than chance you getting hurt, or worse." Isabella gaped at the pistol in her hand. "I can't--Father!" Edward ran back to the door, calling over his shoulder as he pulled it open. "Lock it after me!"

Isabella could only stare at the door for a long moment before finally forcing herself to move and lock the door. The weapon in her hand felt heavy and when she held it up with her small hands, she had to use both of them to keep it level. God willing, she wouldn't have to try to use it. The room now felt more like a prison and she was waiting for the executioner. Her mind began to race through all the tales she had heard about pirates. They ranged from simple pillaging, to violence, and even cannibalism. Her stomach lurched at the last thought. She clutched the pistol a little tighter. The urge to pace was there but with the motion of the ship it made the action challenging, especially with her skirts providing an extra hazard. Instead, she looked about the room for the best spot to be should someone barge into the room. After some deliberation, she settled on directly across from the door, in the hopes of catching the would be villain off guard.
 
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I love this!
If I had a bit more confidence in my writing, I would be all over it!
Been wanting a pirate story for a long time and haven't been able to get one to take off...
Good luck! I really hope you find someone for this!
 
This is absolutely wonderful! I would love to continue this scenario, if allowed, or even create something close to it. I'm interested in something pirate wise right now.
 
This particular intro has been taken by someone, but pirates are a blast so I would be happy to do another pirate tale with you. :) I tried to send you a PM but got the message that your privacy settings wouldn't allow it.
 
This particular intro has been taken by someone, but pirates are a blast so I would be happy to do another pirate tale with you. :) I tried to send you a PM but got the message that your privacy settings wouldn't allow it.

Huh, weird. I'll send you one.
 
I know the typical thing for people to do is to post plot ideas and then to hash them out from there but I get these great images in my mind and just have to type them out...


It was almost midnight. The Christmas office party had finally petered out, with Jen leaving with a couple of her coworkers. The three of them all worked in the editing department of The Sunrise Chronicle, one of the leading papers in the city. Ryan flagged down a cab as he grinned at both Jen and Lauren, "Waaaay too smashed to even think of driving." Jen shook her head and grinned. "You don't drive to work anyway!" Lauren chimed in with a giggle and got in the cab, followed by Ryan.

A cool breeze rustled the leaves of the trees, but also reminded Jen of the temperature. "Crap, I forgot my jacket up in the office." Lauren pouted and patted the seat next to her inside the cab. "It's all the way up on the 43rd floor. Just get it Monday." She glanced over to Ryan who was now sprawled half on the seat and half on the floor of the cab. "Besides, you are going to have to help me get him out of here when we stop at his place. I cannot drag him myself."

Jennifer chewed her lower lip before turning and looking up at the towering building behind them. The lights were mostly out apart from a few where the cleaning crew was working as well as a few on her office floor. Turning back to Lauren, she made an apologetic smile. "Sorry, it's leather, and I've had a couple other nice things go missing since I started working here."

"Fiiiiine, but you owe me!" Jen agreed and a moment later the cab sped off, leaving her alone on the sidewalk. Quickly, she headed inside and walked through the spacious lobby to the elevators. All of them we at ground level--a sure sign the building was nearly empty. The silver doors slid closed silently and her finger pressed the button marked "43". Soon she felt the upward motion propelling her upward.

The familiar tones of her phone grabbed her attention and she rummaged through her handbag to find it. She grinned as she saw the name on the screen. "Hey stranger!" It quickly became an animated phone call, absorbing her attention completely. The ride of the elevator was smooth enough that she only vaguely noticed the stop, and that someone else had gotten in. Her face was turned towards one of the walls as she continued to fish around in her purse, this time for her desk key.

Suddenly, the lights went out and the elevator came to an abrupt halt. Jennifer gasped, "The elevator just died. Can you believe this?...hello? hello?!" Then looking, she groaned. "No service. Wonderful."

Silence. Panic quickly began to well up inside her at being trapped in the elevator in pitch darkness. "Aren't there supposed to be emergency lights?"

"One would think so." The words were a rich masculine tone. She jumped at the sound of his voice, especially since it seemed to have come from much closer than it should have. A hand touched her arm and then her waist. The smell of his cologne wafted to her. It was a more unique scent than what most men wore. "I'm sure the power will be back on momentarily." The words came as a whisper near her ear this time. Both hands moved to her waist. She should have stiffened in fear but the feel of his warm breath on her neck was erotic and inviting. Surely there must be something wrong with her. Maybe she had drank more at the party than she thought.

Then his lips were on her skin, kissing his way up her neck and jaw causing her to sigh with pleasure until he claimed her mouth with his own. His lips were soft, yet demanding as he coaxed her tongue out to play. Her arms went around his neck, pulling him closer. His hands began to roam, inching her dress up bit by bit. Her body responded to the feel of his fingertips on her thighs...

Just then the elevator began to climb floors once more. Hastily, he moved and brought her with him. The lights came back on, blinding her and she squinted against the sudden visual assault. A moment later the elevator came to stop at her floor. He had remained behind her and now gently guided her from behind. Before the doors closed behind her, he called out, "I will come find you."


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So my thought for this story was that the mystery man was possibly not human--vampire or something else? That would explain why she was so calm. Or we could simply go with kind of a creepy stalker type story. If we went this route, we could even have him be a killer and murdering those around her out of some weird sense of jealousy. So I'm up for a few different spins on this story. PM me if interested.
 
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