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