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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She herself was hiding her gender, but... she didn't work very hard at it. She said she was a male, and despite the girlishness of her ponytail or the femininity of her face, they accepted it as truth. The fact that her hands had no delicacy to them helped, harsh and calloused from years of hard labor and sword practice.
They believed her lie, but that didn't stop them from joking. Constantly. One could only bear so many jokes before it got hard to take, and finally she'd shouted something about proving her manhood.
She had expected a duel, perhaps. Or to be given a ridiculous amount of work around the ship. What she hadn't expected was to be shoved into a room with some captive, and she blinked in surprise and realization as she saw the curls of her hair. "You're..." A beat, as comprehension dawned on her. "Oh, God."
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"N-No! You-- You hawe the wrong idea! I am not a girl!" She insisted, holding her hands out as if to ward the pirate off, even as she heard the turning of a key in the lock to the door she backed up, a little afraid. "I just...I just hawe not cut my hair is a wery long time and-- and it makes me look like a girl." Obviously her voice had gone shriller as only a girl's could and the way that her eyes were rapidly watering wasn't exactly helping matters either.
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But... her mother. She bit her lip, barely even paying attention to Pasha's ranting, then taking a deep breath. "Calm down." She said, more to herself than the other girl, her own voice calm and a bit deep. "You aren't convincing anyone."
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"S-Sorry." She replied in a small voice, backing up and trying to make herself as small as possible. If she seemed weak then maybe the pirate would just leave her alone and not hurt her.
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She stepped after the girl, ignoring how small she was making herself look. "It's not your fault." She said in barely higher than a whisper. If anyone was standing near the door, she didn't want them to hear. "Now, tell me your name." She was already trying to think of a way out of this situation, but the first step was to make this girl trust her.
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"Pasha." She answered. "Pasha Andreynia Chekov." It was a long name but she was terribly fond of it.
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"Miss Chekov then." She said, politely. Even given her current circumstances, she was the daughter of a knight. "The crew call me Saber." Arturia Pendragon was her name, sure, but it was the name of a young, just girl. Not a pirate. "Now then, I am going to explain our situation to you. I am a pirate on board this ship, if that wasn't obvious, and you're the captive of our crew." Now that the blindingly obvious was out of the way, she continued. "They sent me in here to... take you." She might as well be up front with the girl, if they were both going to get out of here with their heads attached to their shoulders.
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"Take me where?" She asked in a moment of obliviousness. The girl silently prayed the pirate didn't mean to the plank because that would be the end of her, there was no hope for anybody who went into the sea, and especially not if they couldn't swim like Pasha. Then it hit her that Saber couldn't take her anywhere whilst the door was locked and that sent her mind racing as to the other meaning of being taken and her face rapidly went puce. "Oh-- You don't mean to take me to a place, do you? Y-You mean the other thing."
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She took another step forward, her loose fitting shirt billowing slightly. Her breasts were more than small enough to not need to be bound, a fact that she was honestly thankful for. Binds would just make fighting awkward. "As for you... you probably wouldn't want to know." Pass her around every pirate on the ship, likely. Then they'd either take her to the plank or sell her as a slave. Saber had seen it happen before, and it was with a great deal of self-loathing and willpower that she'd managed to keep herself from trying to kill every last dirty pirate on the ship.
"Now, Miss Chekov. We need to think of a way out of here that lets us keep both our heads and our dignity."
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"N-No! S-Stay there!" She insisted, the end part having completely gone over her head. "Leave me alone." Her stance was poor at the very best but that was more from panic then anything else, this entire situation was making her incredibly nervous. Pasha's face had lost all of it's rosy cheeked colour and she looked like a ghost, her pallor certainly matched.
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"I can't think of any ideas. Perhaps if we put our heads together? I'm not going to leave this ship with you, but I could try and get you off of it."
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Pasha gnawed at her lower lip- a bad habit of hers -as she thought. "How would they...know normally?" She asked with a bright red face. "If we were able to replicate those circumstances, maybe?"
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