AU: Captain Blacke and lady Karalie [Karalie]

[Lucas Blacke]

As he sat down in the chair his hand instantly shot over to his sword that was leaning against the edge and ran his fingers over the blade. He'd felt the sharp edge of a sword penetrate him once, and he'd only survived that because of Karalie staying at his side day in, day out. He owed her, he really did and he wanted to repay her, and he even knew what she wanted deep down.. but.. he couldn't offer her that without doing what she didn't want. Even being close to her these days was a bit of a pain as he tried to force himself to think of other things than the way she smelled or looked. The way her eyes were brighter than the moon, the stars. How her smile was prettier than the ocean..

Suddenly he cut himself on the blade and was transported to reality once more. He didn't flinch or pull back his hand, he just slowly lifted it and turned it around so he could see a singular drop of blood run down his finger. It was a good way not to think about her, he noticed. Maybe he'd have to carry the sword with him all the time instead of taking it off every night.

When she called out his name his gaze turned to her, his eyes glancing her body without shame as he took his hand off of his sword though he didn't move from his position on the chair. He nodded slightly and gulped. ''Aye..?'' He answered as he listened to the next few words to come out of her.

Was she.. was she offering him the bed with her in it? She... knew why he stopped the kiss, yes? So the only logical thing to do was for them to stay out of reach of each other, so where would she sleep? Certainly she wouldn't ask him to lie with her in the same bed? Still, with every thought in his head against it and trying to come up with reasons not to his legs felt like he needed to stand up.

He walked towards the bed and Karalie made no moves to get out of the way as he sat down beside her. ''I.. shouldn't..'' He said as he turned his head and looked at her in a sad way. ''I trust ye ta stop me when things be turnin' bad.. but.. ye deserve better.''

''Be 'preciatin' th' offer though.''

[Karalie Heise]

The breath in her chest hitched as he stood, eyes following him like a predator.  The closer he got, the more alive she felt, knowing she was inviting him into be with her.  It was for no reason other than to sleep, they both knew that, but it was more than she'd allowed in the last few weeks. Save their kiss..  She knew she ought to leave well enough alone, but she simply couldn't.  It wasn't too late, she could tell him to back off, but she didn't have the nerve to.  Not because she was afraid of him or what he might do, but because she wanted him there beside her.  She needed to know what it felt like to lie beside another, and they could both use the restful sleep the bed would offer.  As alert as he made her, her body and mind were exhausted simply from being awake all day.

The mattress shifted under his weight as he sat beside her.  She let her legs fall down towards the edge of the bed, turning her body to face him more, watching him with a childlike innocence she was still able to pull off.  As if she had no idea what she were doing.  In turn she could see how sad he was at his refusal.  It was halfhearted.  He was saying no because he knew it was the right thing to do.  He'd been saying it since that afternoon that he wouldn't be able to stop himself from going further than she wanted, only he had.  Repeatedly at that.  He plundered the seven seas but couldn't hold himself back from taking a woman against her will? She found it highly unlikely.

That's when he threw her off.  Did she deserve better?  Karalie found herself sitting up onto her elbow, brows knit gently as she studied his face in the dim, flickering light of the lantern that swayed slowly with the ship, casting odd shadows on everything, something that had taken her some time to get used to.  "I've snuck onto your ship.  I'm a stowaway, a thief in the eyes of many." She argued.  "I ran away from my family, from my fiance.. used supplies that were stolen and then intended for your crew who earn their keep upon your deck." She reminded, not entirely sure why she was making herself look bad for him.  She shouldn't care if he didn't want to sleep beside her.  "And after all of that you've kindly allowed me to keep my virtue and offered me a treasure that would free me from ever having to marry against my will again. I deserve better? I have done nothing but take from you since I've smuggled my way onto this vessel."  She swallowed hard, perhaps feeling more bold than she should.  He'd become a poor influence on her.  "Now for heaven's sake would you kindly lay down and get a good nights rest?  I trust you more than you trust yourself."  She shook her head and plopped herself back down, scowling slightly at being so forceful over something so foolish.

"Honestly."

[Lucas Blacke]

Flashbacks of his mother made timely appearances. She was a total hard ass. And even after all the things she said that didn't exactly improve her image, Lucas still wasn't sure he should trust himself. What she said was true, she trusted him more than he did himself. He did figure it looked weird though, him being a pirate out plundering what floated on the same waters as them, yet unable to get close to a woman out of fear of doing something she didn't want. No, it wasn't every woman he had that feeling with, for some reason he just did it with her. He felt like he owed her for something he couldn't quite grasp.

The running away part he was okay with, but the fact she was using supplies meant for the crew.. ''My crew?'' He asked, ignoring what she said about using their supplies for now. He supposed it was his crew now, and his ship. Being captain had some nice perks, though it also meant he now had way more responsibility. He shrugged. ''I s'pose 'tis..'' When those words really hit him though his eyes widened. He could tell them what to do! He could tell them to leave Karalie alone so she could freely roam the ship!

He looked at her sideways though, hiding his smile from her. ''I s'pose ye 'ave a fair point, even if ye technically just signed yer own death warrant.'' He said. She had to be glad she wasn't part of the crew yet.

His shoulders dropped a bit as he sighed and slid back on the bed. ''One night.'' He warned. ''An' then I'm back ta sleepin' on me own again.'' Safe to say he still didn't trust himself. Not around her.

''Or till ye know 'ow ta use a pistol.'' He silently added.

[Karalie Heise]

He seemed surprised at the way she so casually referred to the crew as his own.  Wasn't it? Hadn't he told her it was now? At least until the Captain was better.  Or, maybe that didn't matter.  She didn't pretend to understand the mechanics of the situation.  She only knew what he said, and even then it was only the parts she could easily recall.

She couldn't help but roll her eyes at him.  Death warrant.. would he ever stop threatening her with death? She knew he wouldn't take her life, especially now.  She also knew he wasn't really referring to death so much as rape.  She had her doubts he was capable of forcing her.  He'd had so many opportunities and had refused them all.  He wouldn't harm her, she was almost certain of it.


"One night." She agreed, though she knew tomorrow she might convince him again.  Unless, of course, he really did force himself upon her.  "I'll know how to use a pistol when you've properly trained me to." She reminded, moving herself close without really touching him.  She longed to curl herself against his warm body but refrained.  No sense tempting the beast when he was already ready to pounce.

Her body relaxed beside him, feeling strangely safe with him there.  "Good night, Lucas." She offered softly, pulling the blankets a bit higher and letting her eyes shut.  His kiss was still warm on her lips and that was enough for her.  

[Lucas Blacke]

He nodded as he looked at her, eyeing her over like a common wench, which he knew she wasn't. It was just that.. he didn't want to but his body.. it did things he wasn't used to. Like how he had gotten back on shore after being away for a year and seeing a woman for the first time, he would offer her the world just to get rid of his tension then, and though he was trying his best to not give in to that same feeling with Karalie, he knew he already had to the first part; he offered her the world- his world and she had accepted it. Luckily he had only briefly given in to the second part, he had not forced himself upon her. He had asked, and even then he dared not do what he had promised her.

She agreed to it being just one night, though Lucas would be lying if he said he wasn't secretly hoping for it to be more than just one night. She closed the distance between them a bit and the pirate felt his heart begin to pounce, his eyes wide at the ceiling. How was he supposed to sleep like this? He was tired, yes, but he was afraid to close his eyes near her, in this kind of closeness. He feared even turning his head so he saw her. He didn't even know how her position was next to him.

She offered him a good night and pulled up the blankets. Still Lucas didn't dare move, how did she know it would be a good night? Maybe he could sneak out while she was asleep or something. No way would he risk taking her in his sleep, or in hers. ''Karalie..?'' He asked her, hesitantly trying to turn his head to the side to face her, though a quick thought reminded him with a gulp that he shouldn't.

Whether she looked at him or not, he would continue his sentence. Sleeping or not, he needed to get it out there. ''I ain't comfortable with this. I'm 'fraid ye'll tempt me.''

[Karalie Heise]

She could feel how tense he was without actually touching him.  He barely shifted his weight once he laid down, refusing to get comfortable there on his own bed.  He hardly dared to breathe it seemed.  She decided to ignore it, letting out a long, slow breath as she got comfortable, adjusting herself to the uneven weight on the bed.  He smelled so much like sea.. it was inviting and distracting as she lay there trying to let sleep take her.

When he murmured her name she let her eyes drift open, looking at his silhouette beside her, still so stiff.  He turned towards her briefly but then seemed to decided against it, not letting his eyes fall on her for long.  He said what he needed to say and she laid there quietly for a moment, processing it all.  Why did he need to be such a child about this? Was it really so difficult to lay beside a woman and not force his hand upon her? Did he possess such little self control?!

"You're impossible." She grumbled, sitting up abruptly.  If he couldn't sleep beside her then she would just make her way to the floor again.  It wasn't as if she hadn't spent the last few weeks there, and if he was such an animal perhaps she didn't want to sleep beside him anyway.  "You can have the bloody bed all to yourself then if you're so worried a sleeping woman might tempt your hand." She chastised, moving to grab at some of the blankets.

She'd been foolish to let him kiss her earlier, the silly child.

[Lucas Blacke]

He sat up then as she spoke. Looking at her suddenly without fear of doing the wrong thing it occured to him that, even if she didn't say it directly she was right all along. The fear of doing the wrong thing was misplaced, he knew she'd only be on the ship for as long as they sailed, and she had nowhere else to go if things went wrong with him. Now that he was captain he had extra rank to pull on his crew and knew for sure she couldn't drag him down with her anymore. Her only way out was death, really.

Hating how his mind always turned to her dying and knowing what it made him feel had him clench his fist as he glanced over her. He was captain dammit! He should be able to do as he pleased! He began to think about what he had warned her about and what had happened, maybe she wouldn't be as opposed to it if he actually did so.

'' 'S not so much a sleepin' woman who might tempt me, it be only ye who might tempt me.'' He told her. No matter what state she was in, angry or happy, it tempted him and he had to fight that every time he saw her. Frankly, he was getting sick of it. ''To merely look upon yer form drives a man mad. Drives me mad. Someone who be used ta rough waters, kills for fun, plunders for survival, brought down ta mere beastly instincts when lookin' at a woman.'' He told her sternly, losing the will to resist with every spoken word. With every spoken word, every uttered syllable he felt more and more like he needed her. ''Preposterous!''

He would be changing just that though. Not so much the being tempted part, but he would stop fighting against it with the realization from before; she was his, his to teach and to use, she could say no all she wanted but, no matter if he asked, she had no real choice but the illusion of choice.

He grabbed her wrist then, feeling bold as ever, trying to power through it all. The first steps were hardest but he knew she wanted it too. ''I'm gonna stop bein' impossible, wench.''

That was probably the wrong thing to do, but he felt that acting angry helped him accomplish stuff, and it did seem to help as he yanked her closer and planted his lips on her, grabbing her other hand with his free on and moving them closer to him.

[Karalie Heise]

Karalie glowered at the young pirate as he insisted it was she who tempted him.  Only she.  Had it been any other woman, would he be so inclined to push himself away? He supposed any other woman who had found their way willingly into his bed wouldn't consider not allowing him to have his way with her.  She was no commonplace whore, though.  She was a proper lady and demanded to be treated as such despite her current conditions.  She'd been more lax lately but not necessarily by choice.  His explanation kept her planted for the moment, but the second he was done his rant she would remove herself from his bed.  She was frustrated now, but leaving while he spoke would be rude, and she was anything bu rude.

Everything changed the second he gripped her wrist.  Eyes widening she looked down at his hand before back up in his face.  What did he think he was doing?  "Take your hand off me, you...rat!" She snapped, tugging at her wrist and bringing the other up to push him away.  All she'd wanted was for him to lay beside her.  All she'd wanted was for his company, his safety, the warmth of his person there in his bed while she slept.  She'd begun to fall for him, she wasn't naive enough to deny it completely, but the way he treated her now washed some of that adoration away.  She didn't appreciate being manhandled, especially when she'd grown accustomed to his quiet kindness.


His hands trapped hers, leaving her powerless to him.  Though she'd wanted his kiss earlier, she found her desire for him waning quickly as she began to thrash.  "No!" She snapped, pulling her head away from him.  She wouldn't reward behavior like this, not willingly. Either way his message came across clear as day; he was still a pirate not to be trifled with, and was certainly not someone she should trust.  Despite the gifts he'd given, he would still do as he pleased, whether she gave him permission or not.

[Lucas Blacke]

Did she think telling him to stop touching her would accomplish anything? He'd warned her for this, did he not? And he said he was going to stop being impossible, stop being tempted by her by either getting her so mad she'd force his hand or by removing temptation from the equation by removing her choice in it. He had gotten to the point where he no longer felt he should care, yet as she fought his very touch he felt a pang of guilt.

No matter, he had taken the first step and needed to continue lest he be called out by his crew once they got air of this. ''Very well.'' He replied, suddenly forgetting about what he wanted to do as he let go of her and got out of his own bed. For some reason he had forgotten about his wound and what she had done for him, what he felt for her and what he was sure she felt for her.

Silently he walked over to the desk with his weapons and took the pistol off of it, grabbing a little bit of gunpowder and a little ball small enough to fit inside the barrel. Without making a sound or even sighing loudly he took to cleaning the gun a bit and prepping the bullet, and when it was done he turned around to face Karalie, walking over to her and pointing the cocked and loaded gun at her.

''I'll be nice an' give ya three options.'' He said with his finger on the trigger. ''Go out an' say hello to th' crew, bite this special lil' bullet with yer name on it,'' His face grew a smile right then. The nice pirate was no longer with her. It seemed he was done fighting for her. ''an' th' third option, an' I quite like this one,''

He leaned in a bit.

''Change yer mind.''

[Karalie Heise]

She was surprised when he released her, her nostrils flaring with her agitation, and had he not moved he surely would have received a blow across his left cheek. How dare he treat her so disrespectfully!  After everything she'd done, after she'd so willingly given herself to him in every way but that.  He'd earned her trust, hell he'd earned her respect, and now he'd lost it all forever, for who would ever trust a dog that bit the hand who fed it.

He moved to the desk and she watched him pick up the pistol.  Were they going to play that game again? Was he going to revert back to his old childish ways? "What are you doing?" She insisted indignantly as her dark eyes moved between the pistol and the man who carefully cleaned and loaded it.  He was frighteningly silent as he focused on the task at hand and she felt herself genuinely begin to fear what he might do.  Would he really end her life for this? No, he wouldn't dare.. Would he?


He moved back to the bed and cocked the gun, pointing it directly at her.  She felt the familiar thundering of her heart from the previous times he'd done this and she scowled up at him, though fear was clearly etched in the lines around her eyes.

He offered her three options and she listened carefully, each as bad as the next.  Was he bluffing? What would he do if she chose none at all? Dare she find out, lest he chooses option two? As captain he could easily bring her aboard the deck, especially if she were to be a gift to the crew.  That would be a fate worse than death, being ravaged by all those filthy scoundrels.  Who knew what they might do to her if given the opportunity.  She was well aware to them she was nothing more than a tool to satiate their urges, a realization that disgusted her to the core.  Death was not something she wished for, not yet, not when she was still so terribly young without having truly experienced life.  

His third option simply made her angry.  She hadn't felt this helpless since she boarded the ship.  Hot, angry tears welled in her eyes, her cheeks turning fiery red. "You're despicable." She growled softly under her breath, only just loud enough for him to hear.  

"You may take me, but I will never be yours." She hissed, narrowing her eyes up at him over the pistol he held.  She would comply, but she wouldn't do so willingly.

[Lucas Blacke]

As her words got to him he realized he was throwing away everything that was remotely right between them, but to repress that he just forced himself he was a pirate, and that he should halt for no person. That she wasn't his equal as he once thought; no, she was his slave. The mere thought of it irked him, but it was the truth. ''Stupid lil' child.'' Lucas whispered as he leaned in and ran the barrel of the gun over her cheek. ''Ye 'ave been mine since ya put foot on this 'ere ship.'' His hand landed on her lower jaw and squeezed it a bit, being more intimidating than anything else. ''Should I remember ye tha' ye need me ta survive?'' The crew wanting him dead? Screw them! He could take them on! Poison the water supply and be done with them. He could find a new crew just as easy.

''Bu' ye 'aven't made a choice, lil' girl.'' He now pushed her back on the bed and got on top of her in a sitting position with the gun still in his hand and pointed at her. ''Ya can always pull the trigger yerself. I only really need a body..'' Her wrist was in his hand and he got up from the bed suddenly, a sigh leaving him disguised as a chuckle. He didn't want to do this, but she kind of forced his hand. He should not be tempted by a member of the female sex. He needed to out her to the crew before anything worse happened.

He pulled her to her feet and forced her over to the door as he got behind her, holding his hand in her neck as he squeezed it and the pistol against her back. ''Th' crew deserves a plaything, right?'' He very nearly pushed her against the door and pressed himself against her. ''No more changin' yer mind now, lass.'' He whispered in her ear, still smelling the closeness between them and noticing her hair, the way she moved even under duress. And in a situation like this he still felt himself oddly drawn to her.

''Ya 'ave till th' count 'o three. Better make a choice afore I get there lest I make it for ya.''

''One..''

[Karalie Heise]

This was not the same man she waited for during her long days in the cabin alone. This was a monster she hadn't seen in weeks, one she thought for sure didn't exist.  A facade to keep her in line, one that had worked for the most part.  Had he been trying to get her to simply give in to him? Would that have been somehow better? She supposed it might be.  She would have willingly spread her legs instead of him having to force them apart.  Only the sick and twisted would force themselves upon a helpless woman.  Then again, was that not what he was doing now? Forcing her to do what she wished not to?

She didn't dare move as he gripped her cheeks, her breath coming in quick succession now.  She knew what he said to be true; she was as much his property as the bed she sat upon.  She did need him to survive, but that didn't warrant treatment like this, did it? She regretted pushing him to lay beside her, regretted talking down to him like an errant child.  Had she kept her tongue in check she'd have been halfway to sleep in the bed alone with no fear of her purity being spoiled.

Her heart raced as he pushed her back, climbing on top of her.  She had nowhere to go, her face paling as she looked up at him.  How could have been so stupid!  Her heart pounded desperately in her chest, fear freezing her with the gun so terribly close, his threats more real than she'd ever heard them.  She didn't wish to lose her life, especially knowing he'd simply defile her body once she was longer one for this earth.  "Please.." She whispered softly in a quivering voice, a plea for her humanity.  His hand was wrapped around her wrist once more, dragging her up off the bed and to the door.  Her heart all but stopped; the door was the option she dreaded the most.

The tears came quickly as he shoved her against the door, hand firm around her neck.  She quaked and sniffled, not believing this was really happening.  The small hairs at the nape of her neck stood on end and she let her eyes slip shut.

"You!" She begged after her began his count, not daring to let him make the choice for her.  He'd won in his pursuit to frighten her into submission.  "Please.. you.." 

[Lucas Blacke]

There it was. She had snapped and broken down as she begged. Like music to his ears, it seemed Blacke was back to his pirate ways and she had both been working against it and helping her. Don't get him wrong, he was still grateful she helped him and all that, but time and time again he had warned her and time and time again she seemed to fail heeding his words, tempting him with her words. Surely she couldn't have thought he'd go on without snapping, did she? He hsaad told her he outranked her and had even said she was his even if his mind thought otherwise from time to time, but right now the point had arrived in which his mind and words were one.

She'd set the wheels in motion. He was a pirate and deep down he enjoyed seeing people squirm, and the most fun that Blacke could get was with helpless people like this one. With her pressed against the door with her back facing him and his pistol still pressed against her, his hand around her neck he let out a laugh as he withdrew his pistol a bit. ''I do believe I said ya couldn't change yer mind anymore.'' His grasp tightened a bit and he pulled Karalie over to the desk where he switched out his pistol with a sword. ''Much more painful,'' He whispered as he turned her around and pushed her against the door. ''don'tcha think?''

''There's one thing I hate it is people not squirming.'' He told her as a red liquid dripped down his arm as he walked closer to the girl. ''I enjoy havin' people offer themselves ta me, beg fer it, tha' moment where I administer the releasing blow..'' Creepily enough his voice was not raised in volume, he just kept casually talking as he looked at her.

A smile crept onto his face as his sword tipped slightly above her shoulder, slightly turning it for added effect.

''So please, beg. Ya might end up makin' me reconsider.''

''Oh an' ya might like ta know we're at two now.''

[Karalie Heise]

Her knees felt weak as she came to the realization that she was about to be thrown to the crew like a piece of meat to starving, savage dogs.  She pressed her hands against the door, silently weeping for fear they might actually hear her and come for her before Lucas could do so himself.  Why had she pushed him? How had he changed so drastically so suddenly? None of it added up in her mind, but the regret settled heavy in her stomach leaving her queasy and faint.  

She was suddenly being pulled away from the door, not having any choice but to move her legs along as he half dragged her along towards his desk.  She watched with relief when he put the gun down, only to be filled with dread once more when he picked up the sword, throwing her back against the door.  She sniffled and sobbed as he held the sword towards her, shaking her head.  "I'm s-sorry.." She croaked through her tears, her nose running as she pressed herself into the door to keep as much distance between them as she could, though it was fruitless.  She had nowhere to go, trapped and completely at his mercy.

Mercy.  Did he have any? Would he really end her life? Make her beg for death?  Her eyes slipped shut as she sobbed harder, trying to take deep breaths to calm herself.  She could talk him out of this.. she could.. she could make this better...  

"I'm sorry.." She pleaded again, dark eyes opening to his, begging with them in a silent plea to stop this.  "I'll do anything you want, a-anything.." She gulped knowing she would have to in order to save her own skin.  She needed to.  Karalie gulped and looked down at herself; it was all she had to give.  "You w-wouldn't want to share me with the others.  Not after all this time.. having to wait for a turn, when.. when you could have me all to yourself."  She hesitated a moment before shakily tugging at the over sized pirate shirt she wore, pulling it up over her head and exposing the bodice she wore beneath, which still covered all her private areas.  It killed her to do it, to strip for him, knowing what was coming next, a part of her simply dying at the pure injustice of it, but deep down she knew it had been a long time coming.  She'd run off from a bad situation and placed herself in a worse one.  There was no going back, she'd done this to herself.  She'd been playing with fire when she'd provoked the pirate, but he'd never let on that he could snap as he did.  Weeks had been about building trust, and all along she should have been fearing him as he had warned she should.  She hadn't heeded his advice and now she was reaping what she'd sown.

"Please don't hurt me, Lucas.. Please.. please.." She whimpered pitifully as a fresh wave of tears burst forward, her hand shooting to the wall to steady herself.  The world around her was collapsing. 

[Lucas Blacke]

Lucas laughed. She'd undone herself of her shirt, telling him that he wanted her all to himself, that he didn't want to wait his turn. Even with a sword pointed in her direction and a mostly angry pirate opposite her she was still giving him orders, telling him what to think as she practically offered herself to him. It was pretty tempting though, to just take what he was actually after, see if it helped his urges a bit, though it was mainly to have some fun. She was right though; he didn't want to share her.

''My my..'' He murmured as he watched the shirt slowly drop to the ground, him watching it and then his eyes going to the now shirtless girl in front of him. ''Seems like ya changed yer mind.'' He said as he showed her his teeth in a wide smile as he traded the sword for the pistol once more before walking over to her; something he wouldn't quite do with a sword in his ends, to give up the upperhand like that. No, a pistol would be effective from close range, moreso than a sword.

He brushed her cheek with the tip of his gun as he put his hand around her throat again. ''I believe I said tha' there'd be no changin' yer mind, or ya callin' me a liar?'' He tightened his grasp and withdrew the gun from her cheek. ''But, if yer so willin' ta change yer mind..'' He released her neck and placed his hand on her thigh.

''I would like ya ta beg.''