The king and his men stole the queen from her bed . . .

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Who: A nocorsetsplease and a seventeensir and anyone aboard the Britannia.
What: Elizabeth wakes up aboard a ship that isn't hers. (INTRO LOG~)
When: Backdated to November 8th
Where: Aboard the Britannia.
Summary: That the ship isn't hers seems to be the least of her worries. When wild assumptions regarding the ship's own gallant captain lead to misunderstandings,

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[seventeensir]

"Madam!"

The call is not unfriendly, but it is meant to command attention. The dress and manner of her arrival bear all the hallmarks of a New Feather. He himself woke on a strange boat without a soul but that strange book to help him. ...That she was bellowing orders and calling for a report, he noted, but there were other issues to be dealt with first. She might well be from some strange world, as others were, where women sailed and commanded vessels.

"You are on board Britannia." He had almost said 'His Majesty's Ship' but had, in fact, stopped himself. This ship was not a part of the British Royal Navy. It belonged to no king. Merely to a captain and a lieutenant. Though his uniform might have added the words for him. "I am her captain, Horatio Hornblower

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Elizabeth spun to face the uniformed man standing upon the quarterdeck. Never mind the pain in her back or that it was far cooler weather than it should have been in the Caribbean. Now was not the time for civil talk of weather.

For a moment, all she could manage was a look of haughty surprise. "I am Captain Swann, pirate lord of the South China Seas and king of the Brethren Court, amongst whom I sail and command for--"

Her speech halted as her eyes fell away from him and along the ship, taking in her surroundings. This ship was not out at sea, but moored. The chill of the air began to register as her skin prickled with cold and slow coursing fear. His uniform was different from that which she knew, and yet there was no doubt in her mind that it was that of an officer in an armed force.

As her eyes traced the rigging of the vessel, hoping to take away what hands she had been carelessly placed, she locked on the flag.

British Royal Navy.

Do not go to Shipwreck Cove. Beckett knows of the meeting of the Brethren. I fear may

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A pirate. A pirate on his ship. A pirate captain on his ship. A pirate lord on his ship. A "king" of some...

And this captain pirate lord "king"... was a woman.

On his ship.

Horatio braced himself, never quitting his position on the quarterdeck.

His voice is more strained than he likes, his posture more tense. "You are in Luceti now, Miss Swann."

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She could not name where Luceti was, but only saw in whose hands she had been placed that brought her there. She could see him tense, and she took a step back, feeling the wood of the deck beneath her bare feet.

Noticing that they were bare caused her too look down. Last she recalled, she had been completely clothed in layers of cloth from the orient, further guarded by leather armour with a jian and a cutlass for each hip. Yet the view that graced her seemed utterly bare. She was in no more than a slip! Her jaw dropped. What was she doing, dressed so indecently?

Her gaze flickered back and forth from her own body to that of the tense naval captain.

"I take it we're not in the Caribbean." Her voice was pithy. Her mind reeled as she retraced her steps.

Straight out of bed, out of the captain's cabin and onto the deck--

Out of the captain's bed, onto the deck.

Out of the captain's bed...

She narrowed her eyes and still took another step back away from him. Dear God in heaven, had she truly been abandoned, left to this?