A stolen prize
[05:55] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had been firm with his hand upon her upper arm. The crew of his ship had been cheering as they noticed his prize. Surely it was just at random but to make a point. Any captain of Port Kar could still manage to get a prize from Selnar.
Keen eyes upon the woman as he took her on his beloved Stormcrow. His crew (NPC) were licking their lips in anticipation. It wouldn’t be a first he would throw a slave at their feet for their pleasure.
But this time he paused as she faced him while the ship started to depart. “Seems this is your lucky day.” his voice held that accent of Kar. Dark and mysterious and with that hint of charm.
[05:59] Svein: Pssshhtttt … Do you have anything I need to know?
[06:01] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t stumble as she was pulled along. She’d lived her whole life with short legs, so this wasn’t the first time she had to race to keep up whilst in a tight grip.
She looked over her shoulder more than once as if a look alone could raise the dead. She didn’t miss her previous owner quite in the way folks miss people, but she missed the ‘known’ that was him. She understood him and that life.
This, this was beyond what she knew and to stay alive she always preferred to deal in knowns.
She looked up at him, not in a flirty way, but in an assessing way. It would be clear to any who were watching that she was assessing. Not just him, but the situation. Would working up the crew be to her advantage? She’d thought so. until she heard the jeers…
No, it was clear this man, this unknown, was the only option. “Master, lucky is in the eye of the beholder.” Her accent marked her as northern-born and her frankness, while previously thought as a strength, is now just part of who she is.
[06:01] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks out on deck and spies Silas with a new catch…”how come you by this exotic beauty”?
[06:05] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) had this smile upon his features. A smile of a man that often got what he wanted. If not given than by enforcing it. He was charming but there was this edge to him. A dangerous one. Most that rubbed him the wrong way were no longer able to speak of it. Either by the loss of their tongues or their lives.
As she assessed him – so did he – He could see that she wasn’t one in a dozen. His eyes travel over her shameless as he did so. When Portus came up he laughed “A prize from Selnar .. just to prove a point.” he shared with Portus “She is not for me – she already served the purpose.” he explained “I guess she is yours to sell or keep.” he stated as he would try to grip her chin as to lock his eyes with hers. Wanting to get into the deepness of her eyes as if secrets were to be had.
[06:09] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): walks closer to examine the goods….testing the silkiness of her hair…the softness of her skin….”well it would seem you got the better of the deal my friend….i will see how to get the most from her when we get tp shore and i have had her examined…but there are many places in need of a good bond…..we may even see how she looks in silks”
[06:10] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) didn’t fight the grip. She’d been long trained that going with what was wanted was the way forward. She wasn’t as soft as a southern girl but even bonds knew when to push and when to be still.
She unflinchingly met his gaze. She’d survived her owner… well, previous owner as death has a way of doing that. She knew what he was and knew what he’d done to ‘train’ her. And knowing this, there’s not a lot she feared other than the unknown. And this was very much unknown.
She listened to them talking over her head, about how she looked, like she was nothing more than a sack of grain to be weighed and sold. She couldn’t turn her head to look at the other man as she was in this one’s grip, but he’d see her bitting her lip in an effort to keep another smart-quip from coming out.
The touches made her eyes squint in a flinch, that alone giving away how she felt about the proceedings.
[06:15] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) could see something about her. Something that reminded him of someone. For a moment he paused and looked at Portus “Do you remember that story about how you met your mate ?” he asks him. “This one .. she has this look … ” he would push her chin towards Portus so he could assess the gaze. “That gaze of – a – girl that is trained in the more darker and cruel side of our world.” he mused.
He grinned as he would now push her more forward to Portus so he could take her from his hands.
“A shame … I liked a feisty girl.” he called out. His crew (npc) were cheering once more. “One that kicks and screams and eventually begs for more.” he laughs. He would turn to Portus again “I am sure with your talent you can have her less docile ?” he teased his right hand.
[06:19] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): looks with surprised interest at his words….”if you are correct then we have a prize indeed…she will need to be tested of course….disciplined ……but i think we would be unwise to merely sell her to turn a profit….there may be more to gain by using her talents
[06:22] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) took a step to correct would would have been a stumble as she was pushed towards the man who’s gaze she was directed, by grip, to lankd on. She was still silent, but her face showed first a raised eyebrow about the ‘look’ and then schooled again in to being relaxed features… well, relaxed is what she hoped her features were saying.
When the crew jeered her shoulders hunched just a fraction before she relaxed them again. She knew anything more would give him, and the crew, what they wanted and she wasn’t about to do that.
Her heart sped up just a fraction when the man in front of her mentioned training as she still say visions of her previous training in her sleep, but again, she tried her best to keep her face impassive. Reacting doesn’t keep bonds alive, her previous Master drummed this in to her.
She locked eyes with the new man as if she were trying to assess if being sold would be her best option or not being sold. The jury was out on that one.
[06:25] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) shrugged slightly. He wasn’t sure – just as he wasn’t truly completely in the know of the mate of Portus. But that she had her uses and was well reviewed was clear. He respected the woman and their children. It was not for nothing he trusted Portus and his mate with the company.
He would walk back to the wheel as to take control of it. “Tell me, girl. What is it that they called you ? Please tell me that one of those bastards in Selnar is crying himself in sleep now you are missing.” he laughed again. Surely not taking himself too serious and yet …
[06:29] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): keeps the woman close at my side….all information useful in it’s time but for now stored fr use later…looking with an experienced and expert eyes already wondering if the furs or fields may be the best…..waits to see how she answers when asked her name
[06:31] Bjorn: called out “Show the tits !!”
[06:32] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) wached him walk to the wheel and when he asked the question, she considered her words for a moment before she answered.
She answered his first question easily, after all, what’s in a name? “Ophelia, Master. It was given to me in the North and my Jarl… ah, Master, declared that it should be kept.”
She paused a long two beats before continuting her answer as if everything was riding on her next words. Even in death she knew she must be true to his training. “He doesn’t cry, Master. Not that I’m aware of. Perhaps he rather misses his clothes being washed or his meals being served.”
She looked at the man at the wheel as if that should be a good enough explanation. After all, dead men don’t eat… so it wasn’t like she was lying outright.
Her head turned from the man at the wheel to the man now gripping her. She waited another long beat before she spoke more, knowing that the man at the wheel would like to know someone is sad yet probably without much context “Yes, I’m sure he is sad… Because now he will have to shift for himself.”
She gave a little nod, just a tiny movement, as if she’d delivered enough words to give him what he wanted.
[06:32] Svein: laughs and clapped “Yes … show her tits !!! Tell them how heavy as we wagered !”
[06:35] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) laughs as his crew (NPC) called out. He shook his head “Men !” he called out. “That is to Portus to decide.” he jested as he gave him that wink. “The sea breeze might not be the spot for such pleasantries.” he added.
As the girl spoke he tried to speak her name and how it rolled over his tongue. “Such a name would fit a slave in the pleasure gardens of an Ubar.” he jested.
He would steer his wheel as he would see the dock of their little isle and the dock.
[06:37] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): grins to the crew “no tits today my friends but the mead shall flow as we get on dry land….a profitable journey to be sure”
[06:40] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) darted her eyes sharply to the men who were shouting out the jeers. She studied their faces as if she were comitting them to memory. It was a bad habit…
The man who held her would feel her slowly release a pent up breath, however, when it became clear she’d be keeping her leathers on. She took note of the promises of mead, however, because the last thing she wanted to deal with was a bunch of drunk and gropey sailors.
She’d been to Ubar, indeed lived there for some time, but did not let her face reflect, or so she hoped, that she knew the place. “I cannot speak as to the origin of my name, Master, as I’m sure it was just pulled from a hat when I was born.”
[06:45] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) would direct his men to see that the ship would be docked properly. The ropes out to find the small sloop so they would get to solid ground.
“There are some items in those crates that need to be taken to the storage too.” he commanded. It was clear that his crew did not question, argue or debated the mans directions or commands. One might wonder what made these pirates so compliant.
Silas would look at the girl once more. His assessment about her was on the fence. Clearly there was far more to her than meets the eye. But he always enjoyed a good mystery. “Will you grab her over your shoulder Portus … or shall I ?” he suggests as they made it to solid ground. ((moving through the mirror))
[06:46] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “she is slight enough for me to lift”…..heaves her over his shoulder and walks to my office
[06:47] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) can’t help the grunt as she’s shifted over and lands shoulder into gut… This day just isn’t improving.
[06:50] Silas Drake (melchior.wardell) followed as they came upon the familiar dock. Breathing int he air of the farm as he looked out over that small part of solid soil that is his.
[06:50] Portus Stromberg (brett.pennent): “welcome to your new home however temporary girl…I would have you examined so you are no threat to any …i will leave you in my mates clinic so she can examine you when ready”
[06:52] Ophelia (ophelia.violet) gave a little jump when she hit the floor, just like she was flexing to land a good landing. “Yes, Master.” She looked around to orient herself as she was led to the clinic”
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