Pirate!England X Slave! Reader Ch.1

Pirate! England X Slave! Reader: Love's Enslavement Ch. 1
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Warning: There is swearing. And lots of it.
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            "LINE UP THE PRISONERS!" A man with blonde, shaggy hair, the greenest eyes known to mankind, and the largest eyebrows you've ever seen. They looked like big, hairy, caterpillars. I was dragged to my feet, hands tied behind my back. I stood up straight and placed a scowl on my face as I stood next to my captain. How did I get into this situation, you ask? Well, I think we should start at the beginning.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Back Story, Yes it is important ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
             I used to be the slave of Maria, an elderly woman. She practically raised me, but I was still her slave. I was the perfect slave. I did everything without question. She treated me like a boy. Got me trained in sword fighting, gun shooting, and hand to hand combat. She also trained me in etiquette, dancing, and music playing. She was a widower, so I was her daughter, son, and companion. When she died her will stated that I was free, and the house and surrounding property, along with all her belongings, were mine. I sold all of the things, traded my dresses and skirt for pants and shirts. I called myself ‘Blade’ for my expertise in any type of blade. I cut my (F/C) hair short in a boy’s cut. I wrapped my chest and got a job on a merchant ship. About a year later they found out about me being a girl. I told them my real name, and they only called me Blade at the ports, and when we came in contact with pirates, or the navy. You know how they say having a woman on your ship is bad luck? Well so for it’s been nothing but good luck. And that brings me to the present, our ship has been attacked by Pirates, and the captain is deciding if we live or die.
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             The pirate captain walks down the line, examining each and every one of us. He stops at my captain.
             "So, you are the captain of this vessel" He inquires. "I am Captain Arthur Kirkland of the Bloody Mary."
             "What do you want from us? You've already plundered our ship. And killed most of the crew." My Captain replies.
             "It's simple, the men that survived are the strongest, and would make a great addition to my crew."
             "And if they refuse?"
             "Then to Davey Jones' locker they go." Kirkland chuckles. He moves from the captain to me. His eyes pierce every part of me, analyzing and seeing how fit I am. I have stringy muscle, I am not bulky. He looks at me in slight confusion. "How is it that someone so weak, is among the survivors?"
             "I may look weak, but I've a few tricks up my sleeve." I say in my British accent. My (F/C) eyes glowing with hate and mischief. He smiles and leans in close, I can feel his breath on my ear. Before he can do anything... perverted, I jump up and kick his face up, and then I spin, midair, and kick his face to the side. My blows are powerful and he stumbles back. He growls at me and reaches for his sword, only to find it missing. While I kicked his sorry ass, I skillfully pickpocketed his sword and used it to free my hands. I smirk devilishly.
             "GET ME A SWORD!" he growls at one of his crewmen. They all scramble to get him a sword. I free my captain's hands and he begins freeing the man beside him. "You miserable wretch. I'll show you who's boss!"
             "Oh, really? I'm sorry but I believe I've already kicked your sorry ass." I say coyly. "And if I'm not mistaken, I did it with two hands tied behind my back. I also took your sword."
Kirkland goes Red at this and some of his crew laugh.
             "SHUT UP YOU BLOODY WANKERS!" He roars. He lunges toward me and I jump up on the railing, and run on it. Everyone looks at me. A few mutter 'How can he stay up and not fall? Hell, how can he run on it and not fall?'. The captain follows me on deck, I'm successful, and my crewmates are getting away with my captain.
             "BLADE! JUMP! COME ON!" my captain yells at me. I nod and stop paying attention to the pirate chasing me. I sheath the stolen sword after cutting a rope on the mast. I grab hold of the rope and swing over the edge of the ship. I dive into the water, my bodies arched and I slip under the surface, only to be caught in the pirates net. I try as I can to get free. But I can't. As I'm pulled up the side of the ship, I yell to my captain.
             "SAVE YOURSELVES! LEAVE ME! PLEASE, JUST PLEASE, GET AWAY SAFELY! I'LL MEET YOU WHEN I CAN!"
             "NO! WE'RE NOT LEAVING WITHOUT YOU! YOU'RE MY FIRST MATE! WE CAN'T JUST LEAVE YOU!" My captain yells back.
             "PLEASE! IF I KNOW YOU ARE SAFE I WILL FIND A WAY TO GET BACK TO YOU! YOU'RE MY FAMILY! I CANT LET YOU OR WATCH YOU DIE!" My captain, along with the remaining crew look sad, and they know they can't change my mind. My captain, Captain William Sychelle, begins to bark orders at his men. They all obey, and I watch them sail away. I know deep down that I will most likely never see them again. I'm pulled up on the deck and dropped before the feet of Captain Kirkland. He smiles a victory smile and says a few simple words that send me back into slavery.
             "You're mine now. You belong to me." He sneers down at me. I bow my head submissively.
             "Yes, Master." Is all I say to him. My face is emotionless, my eyes show no emotion. I draw the sword I stole. They all go tense. I lay it at his feet, and kneel. He picks it up.
             "Take him to my cabins." He orders a dirty-blonde pirate next to him.
             "Sure thing Dude! I-I mean Captain!" The blonde pirate salutes and brings me to my feet. I get a good look at him. He's handsome, with tanned sin, and baby blue eyes. His dirty-blonde hair has a cowlick that obviously, won't stay put. He is loud and annoying, and taking my ear off. I swear if I hear the word HERO again I'm going to rip out his tongue. Thankfully, we arrive at the Captain's Cabins and he leaves me in there. I take a look around and find it to be somewhat orderly in here. His bookshelves are organized, and dust free. His desk is cluttered with maps, but it's still orderly. Even the bloody git's bed is made. His treasure is in a chest by the bed. The bed is huge, big enough for at least two people, maybe even three. His bed sheets are a reddish silk. There is a window seat, it fits me perfectly. I lay there and wait for my new master. I grow tired and soon, I fall fast asleep.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ England's P.O.V. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
             I think about my new slave. He has messy (F/C) hair, and the most striking (F/C) that I'd ever seen. His skin has been kissed by the sun, his tongue is sharp, and he's British, like me. His outfit was the classic seamen's outfit. Brown baggy pants, a loose, sort of white, long sleeve shirt, with the sleeves rolled up. He had boots on that, are probably stolen from a pirate. His belt had a place for a sword, and dagger. He also wore a loose vest, which was brown too. He obviously could swim, otherwise he wouldn't have jumped overboard. When I told him he was now my slave, his attitude completely changed. I wonder why. I walk to my cabin, thinking all these things. When I arrive, the young man is sleeping in the window seat. That tells me his height. The window seat is five feet and 5 inches in length, so he is over five feet tall, maybe five'seven". He is sleeping peacefully, his breathing calm. I take a collar from my desk. I place it around his neck, locking it on, but not too tight. He stirs, but doesn't awake. He must be really tired. So, I sit there and watch him. A few minutes later he stirs again. His eyes shoot open and he swipes a dagger at me. When he sees who it is he replaces the dagger in his vest, and apologizes.
             "I apologize, Master. I am not yet used to your presence, yet." He bows. He knows the collar is around his neck, yet he doesn't question it.
             "What is your name?" I ask.
             "Blade."