An Original Collection

There was the sound of waves crashing on the ocean. It sounded like an army trying to beat down a fortress door; only they weren't in a fortress. No, in fact, they were at sea. A sea that seemed intent at sinking their ship and drowning them all. The crew scurried around on deck trying to fight against the storm and secure everything and keep the ship from going under. Below deck was a woman. A woman whom the crew had found and given to the Captain as a captive. As the ship violently tossed and turned, the woman clung to the Captain's bed, trying to keep from becoming sick. The Captain merely sat in his chair and watched her, smirking at the way she flailed about trying to keep her balance - and failing miserably. Then with a big heave, the ship was rocked on it's side, making the Captain tip sideways in his chair, landing on the ground, hard. "If this bloody ship wasn't trying to kill us and if I too wasn't fighting to stay upright and standing, I'd might actually find that funny," the woman thought to herself. "God, she looks beautiful, even when she's fighting. Why can't I have her as my own? Why won't she just accept that she is now mine and that there is no escape?" the Captain thought to himself. "Maybe it's because you kidnapped her from the only home she's ever known. From the people she called her family. Now you're holding her hostage and literally saying that there is no escape and that she is yours as if she were a possession." the Captain's conscience argued with him. The woman looked over and could literally see the Captain arguing with himself; simply by the varying emotions running across his face. Finally the storm stopped. The violent rocking stopped. The terrified shouts of the crew stopped. All was eerily calm. The woman and the Captain slowly got to their feet. "Stay here, I will check on things on deck," the Captain commanded. The woman merely nodded. "Mates! How are things here! How did we fair?" the Captain called out to his crew. "Aye Captain! We faired fairly well; we only lost one cannon, and two crew members. L 'l Johnny and Bobby-Ray,"the first mate reported. "How fairs the lovely lass?" "Tis sad when young lives are lost. Such a shame. "The lass is fairing well. A little shaken, but all is good." the Captain answered. The first mate nodded. "Good. Good to hear." ************ 4 Months Later. The woman became more friendly with the pirates, especially the first mate. Even though she had been with them for four months and become friends with most of them, no one, not even the first mate nor the Captain knew her name; they all just called her Lass or Lassie. "Lass! I be needing your help mending my shirt here. Ya see, it be having a hole in the front that just be getting a bigger and bigger," a crew mate asked sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "Why Georgie, you ain't got nothing to be embarrassed about. Sure I can help ya. It would be my pleasure. Now, you just give me your shirt and I'll have it mended within the hour and I'll come find you when I'm done. " the woman said, trying to put the shy young man at ease. The Captain stood hidden behind a stack of crates, watching the exchange, smiling to himself. "I'm so glad that she has come to consider my ship her new home and the crew family. Hopefully she will one day accept me as well." One day, while the crew was on shore doing a supply run, the woman broke off from the rest of the group to do some shopping of her own. She had just purchased a few yards of cloth to make new shirts for all of the crew, when a gang of men began following her. She turned down this alley and that, trying to get back to the the crew and escape the men, but because she didn't know the town, she ended up getting lost and couldn't shake the gang. Eventually they cornered her and slowly but aggressively advanced on her. "Please, I want no trouble. Take my money and go. I won't say anything, I promise," the woman begged. "A woman like you, we don't want your money. We want your body, that's all a pretty face like you is good for, giving up your body." one of the men sneered. The woman paled. "NO! Please no, I'll give you anything! Please, just let me go!" the woman begged. The men ignored her pleas and advanced on her. Because they had her backed against a wall of a building, she had nowhere else she could go. They laughed as they grabbed her and laughed even harder as she struggled and cried. As two of the men held her arms, the other man began to cut the front of her dress open with his knife, and because the woman was struggling, he ended up cutting her chest too, which made the men get even more excited when they saw the blood. The man began to fondle her. Then the other two took turns cutting pieces of clothing off of her and fondling her. Just as they were about to cut off her final layer of undergarments, a shot rang out, and the leader of the three men fell dead. The woman screamed and sobbed, trying to break free. Then a fight broke out between the woman's two assailants and her Captain. After what seemed like hours, the two assailants lay dead at the Captain's feet. He was bloody, but it was mostly the other men's blood. The Captain himself only had a few cuts. "Are you alright , Lassie?" the Captain asked after he took off his overcoat and draped it around the woman's shoulders to cover up her exposed body. "I-I will be Captain. They only tore my clothes and fondled me. Your stopped them before they could do any real damage. " "Are you OK though. I saw a cut on your chest too." the Captain cautiously walked up to her so that he didn't startle her. "I-I'm OK, I promise." she pulled the overcoat tighter around her. "Captain, I think i can trust you with my name now. My name's Bridget." The Captain looked at her in surprise. " I am honored that you trust me with your secret. Bridget, I love it. I am Marcus." "Marcus, I love your name too. " Finished