♥ The Slippery Gibbet ♥ Medium Aphro ♥

[mr_chekov]

She should have known that it was far too good to last for long and that her disguise wasn't good enough to last for long either. There was only so much on could do to disguise being a girl. Certainly she chest was strapped down and her curly hair tucked into a cap and she had long since swapped her skirts for britches. But there was no disguising

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[mr_chekov]

Oh hells teeth. This really wasn't good. Pasha, in a moment of not thinking, looked around for something to throw at him so she could...well she couldn't exactly make her escape on a ship full of pirates in the middle of the ocean in the middle of the Caribbean. "I was not lying. I never said I was not a girl." In fact, nobody had directly asked her about her gender so she just...hadn't told them. She was fairly certain that her Captain had known and had just turned a blind eye as long as she had kept up appearances.

[mr_chekov]

"And I do not lie." She retorted stubbornly, shuffling back and away from him. She did not like this situation one little bit. "You see, I have no intention of staying on this ship, so it's fine. Just drop me off at a port somewhere and we shall speak no more of this." Pasha attempted to negotiate with him.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha bit at the inside of her cheek. She should have known better then to get involved with seacraft, her mother had always told her if she didn't settle down and get herself a husband and child that she would come to no end of trouble. Apparently trouble had decided to come to her. But she was a smart girl. Very bright in fact. "And until then?" She asked, very warily, not moving from the spot although there was a scowl of annoyance written all across her face.

[mr_chekov]

Pasha...didn't do well with obedience. It wasn't that she disrespected authority figures or anything the like. It was just that they were so frequently wrong that Pasha couldn't help herself to correct them and ignore them when they were wrong in favour of the correct course of action. "What if I do not agree to your terms?" The young woman questioned, frowning at him

[mr_chekov]

Pasha very much so would not like the that. She even went slightly pale at the thought. She didn't want to be sold as some common slave and especially not for that purpose. She would have pitched a fit if that ever happened to her. Silently she shook her head, eyes large and round as she tried to stare him down. It was childish, but she felt she could indulge in a little childishness in a dire situation such as this.

[mr_chekov]

The navigator frowned darkly. "I agree to your conditions, but I will not undress in front of you." Ladies didn't do that. But then again, ladies weren't supposed to sail the seas either, where they now? She folded her arms over her artificially flattened chest, scowling at him. "It isn't proper."

[mr_chekov]

Her lips set into a thin line of disapproval at the command behind his words but she moved behind the screen as she was bidden, looking at the window in a moment of hope, wondering if she'd be small enough to wriggle out of it. The only problem was that she couldn't swim and she didn't fancy her chances in the waters that were so often infested with sharks. She frowned to herself as she started to pull her clothes off, she didn't like to think what on Earth she was going to be made to wear but it was probably best not to think of that. It took her a few moments longer than usual to rid herself of her breast bindings due to one particularly tricky knot, although she could breath a lot freer once they were gone. She frowned to herself as she threw them out the window. What a waste. "It's done."

[mr_chekov]

What type of an odd man kept women's clothing on a ship full of pirates? Oh Lord. Pink and a corset. She hated the damned things, it always felt like your ribs were being crushed when you wore them properly and when you didn't, they they just fell down. 'Better to breath and be looked at funnily then not to breath at all' She thought to herself as she put it on, a dark scowl writ all over her face. The shoes, she seriously considered throwing out of the window, but she had no doubt that would get her into trouble as well so on they went. being silently cursed to hell and back all the way.