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All of the men had finally drowned and Charlotte was tired. So tired in fact she headed straight to her quarters before the sun had sunk below the waves into the watery graves. She dragged herself across the deck and into her cabin. Shutting the door behind her she let the darkness fill the space as she slumped into her bed.

The room was clean, with the exception of a pile of clothes on the floor. She glared at them before rolling over to face the wall. It had been a whole day since the raid began. She was starving, but she wasn't sure she wanted to eat, so instead she closed her eyes, letting herself drift into a gentle slumber.

It wasn't long before Charlotte's eyes flew open as she quickly regained consciousness. She heard something. She knew it. Staying completely still she looked around, trying to make out shapes in the darkness. Moving slowly now, she grabbed the pistol from under her pillow. "Who's there?" She asked. No response. "Anyone?" Then she heard a creak of the floorboards to her left. Charlotte leaped up and turned, facing where the sound came from. "Hello?"

"Boo!" Charlotte screamed and fired her pistol straight into the ceiling above her. And whirled around. There stood Elizabeth.

"Shit!" There was a loud crash and screaming above Charlotte. She must have accidentally shot one of her pirates.

"Sorry!" she shouted. There was a grumpy mumble for a response. Charlotte turned her full attention to Elizabeth. "What ye think yer doing here?" she asked. "Ye know better then to sneak into me cabin like that."

"You're right," Elizabeth replied. She had never been one for the pirate talk. "But I thought you said I was welcome here any time."

"I did, but dammit Elizabeth I didn't mean ye could just show up as ye please. Ye scared me! I thought ye were a stowaway coming to send me to me grave!" Charlotte was shouting now. Elizabeth's goofy smile slid off her faceas she awkwardly adjusted her gaze to the floor. "Please don't get mad." She pleaded in secret. "Ye know I don't mean it. Stay with me. I need ye."

"Fine fine," Elizabeth said. A smile popped right back on her face. It was the most annoying smile. "Guess I'll leave you to it. Not like you need me." She turned and marched with exaggeration towards the door, still smiling her maddening smile.

"Leave me to what?" Charlotte asked, hands on hips and fire in her eyes. "And ye be right! I don't need you.

"Playing hard to get are we?"

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes," Elizabeth sang. She marched right up to the bedroom door and locked it with a click. As she whirled around, Charlotte felt a bolt of fear freeze her heart. She had no idea what Elizabeth was thinking. No idea what she planned to do...

Charlotte tried to swallow, but she was far too nervous. Elizabeth, while Charlotte was lost in her thoughts, had managed to make her way across the floor to Charlotte and was now so close she could feel hot breath on her face. Hot breath that traveled down her chest as her shirt shredded mercilessly down the front in the hands of Elizabeth, eye contact never breaking.

"Why must you always be such trouble Miss Rose," she asked, softly. "You may be the Captain of this ship, but I rather enjoy being in charge. You knew that when you agreed to go out with me."

She continued to undress Charlotte as if Charlotte was her doll and it was time for dress up. Elizabeth was chewing hard on her lip in concentration. When Elizabeth finally broke eye contact to focus on a particularly difficult button, Charlotte found she was still frozen. Unable to speak and unwilling to ruin this moment.

"Damn, you're beautiful, my princess."

Tears welled up in Charlotte's eyes at these words. All those men used her for a toy, but this woman... Instead of craving love, and tenderness, she felt needy and greedy. She needed more.

Charlotte desperately swallowed and released the tension in her jaw as Elizabeth's body covered hers and she kissed her at last.

Elizabeth ran her hands roughly across Charlotte's sea stained skin. Charlotte grabbed at the air around her trying to find something, anything to grab on to. Something to keep her grounded.

Her hands found the soft fabric of Elizabeth's shirt. Charlotte desperately dug at the fabric until she found what she was looking for. Skin. Charlotte let out a sigh of relief as the fabric tore. "Yer turn," she whispered, pushing her fist into Elizabeth's enormous, and newly revealed bosom. "Better," Charlotte thought. But it wasn't enough.

Elizabeth, who seemed to feel the same, broke away from Charlotte who frowned, until she saw that Elizabeth was busy yanking off her own pants. Elizabeth blushed when she saw Charlotte staring. "Might as well have some fun, aye? Don't know when we'll have another opportunity like this."

"Aye," Charlotte replied, and the second Elizabeth was free of the fabric, Charlotte leaped at her, wrapping her arms and legs around her lover while the shocked Elizabeth steadied herself and put her hands on Charlotte's bum to hold her up.

"What do you want to do?" Elizabeth asked, between kisses.

"Whatever ye be up for, love." Charlotte may've been the pirate captain, but she loved when Elizabeth took charge. It felt scary at times making it all the more sexy, and currently, Charlotte felt as good as the queen. Or, as good as Charlotte thought the queen could feel.

And that's when an astounding crash on the deck above caused the entire crew to go ballistic. "I'm sorry, dear, duty calls." And with that, Charlotte, frowning, gathered her clothes, dressed herself leaving Elizabeth to entertain herself, and headed upstairs to find out what the hell was going on.

Omg I just want to thank you all so so much for 30 reads so far! We're not even at chapter 2 yet! That's so exciting!

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