Post by Alfred F Jones on Jan 16, 2011 23:31:07 GMT -5
Captain Christophe DeLourne, scorge of the English coast, looked out over the bow of his ship with an impish smirk set on sharp features. Square jaw was set in a hard line of determination, brow arched in amusement, jade green eyes sparking with delight. He was a handsome man, alive with mischeif and a certain je ne sais quoi. 20 years old and already the most feared pirate in all of England and France. And he had just chosen his next target. Silly nobles should know better than to try and stop the pirates patrolling up and down this coast line, let alone he himself. They had called for the law to come down on the scallawags who were terrorizing them, and the law had tried to answer. But even the British Navy was no match for Le Taupe or his ship La Resistance. They would learn soon, very soon.
Luckily the nobles who had called for his head had a young son around his age. He would most likely be ridiculously easy to capture and hold for ransom. These posh rich boys were usually no good at fighting. So Christophe would capture the boy and bring him on the ship, holding him hostage and strijing fear into his parents hearts. Because it was less about money and more about teaching them a lesson. And it certainly helped that the young man was reputed to be very easy on the eyes. He smirked, jade eyes dancing with delight as he thought about his new toy. This would most definitely be fun.
La Resistance glided silently into the harbor, where he anchored it and set down the rafts. Bracing a foot on the prow of the small craft as his crew rowed to shore, he couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. The whole town was sleeping and his pirate crew was the best and most merciless. They would dispatch the night guard easily while he stole into the noble's house and took their son. It would be easier than sinking a Royal Navy ship, that was for certain.
They touched shore and Christophe sprang off the boat like a leopard, graceful and deadly. His crew spread out, dealing with the guard efficiently and soundlessly while he stole away into the night. They'd sent a scout ahead weeks earlier while they were anchored about 10 miles up the coast to let them know the lay of the land and which room the young man took as his own. Once they'd gathered all the information they'd needed they prepared to strike. And now here he was, scaling the wall towards the boy's window, climbing easily through and dropping silently into the room.
He padded over to the bed and looked the boy over, smirk widening. They certainly weren't exaggerating when they said he was beautiful. Pale skin, blonde hair, full lips. He would have fun breaking this one. He pinned the boy down and put a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming when he woke up, pinching his nose to rouse him from his sleep by making breathing impossible. He'd already readied the gag and binds and set them out within easy reaching distance. Now all he had to do was wait for the boy to wake up.
(Totally not as long as I thought it was gonna be and definitely sub par OTL)
Luckily the nobles who had called for his head had a young son around his age. He would most likely be ridiculously easy to capture and hold for ransom. These posh rich boys were usually no good at fighting. So Christophe would capture the boy and bring him on the ship, holding him hostage and strijing fear into his parents hearts. Because it was less about money and more about teaching them a lesson. And it certainly helped that the young man was reputed to be very easy on the eyes. He smirked, jade eyes dancing with delight as he thought about his new toy. This would most definitely be fun.
La Resistance glided silently into the harbor, where he anchored it and set down the rafts. Bracing a foot on the prow of the small craft as his crew rowed to shore, he couldn't help but let out a dark chuckle. The whole town was sleeping and his pirate crew was the best and most merciless. They would dispatch the night guard easily while he stole into the noble's house and took their son. It would be easier than sinking a Royal Navy ship, that was for certain.
They touched shore and Christophe sprang off the boat like a leopard, graceful and deadly. His crew spread out, dealing with the guard efficiently and soundlessly while he stole away into the night. They'd sent a scout ahead weeks earlier while they were anchored about 10 miles up the coast to let them know the lay of the land and which room the young man took as his own. Once they'd gathered all the information they'd needed they prepared to strike. And now here he was, scaling the wall towards the boy's window, climbing easily through and dropping silently into the room.
He padded over to the bed and looked the boy over, smirk widening. They certainly weren't exaggerating when they said he was beautiful. Pale skin, blonde hair, full lips. He would have fun breaking this one. He pinned the boy down and put a hand over his mouth to keep him from screaming when he woke up, pinching his nose to rouse him from his sleep by making breathing impossible. He'd already readied the gag and binds and set them out within easy reaching distance. Now all he had to do was wait for the boy to wake up.
(Totally not as long as I thought it was gonna be and definitely sub par OTL)
