"Portside, man overboard!"

The bosun's call stirred and scattered the crew of the Pompadour into action, leaving the captain and his first mate with their prisoner between them.

"Blimey! Well, the bastard's going no'ere in those chains -- shall we give chase, cap'n?"

"Nay" the captain replied without looking, his cornflower gaze affixed to his prisoner's pale face.

"We stay course, Jenkins. But we've got powder in the store to spare. Portside cannons hot and at will." With the order given a few of the men descended below decks while the rest kept portside watch. A blunderbuss going off punctuated the bustle a few moments later followed by a round of uproarious laughter. A rifle then unloaded, followed by a pistol, then several more thereafter: weeks aways from the mainland and starved of entertainment the pirates of the Pompadour aimed after the fleeing man overboard.

"Hells -- the vicar can swim, alright" the bosun exclaimed after a missed pistol shot, half-amused and half-irritated.

"Well, Ms. Painswick", the captain began loudly over the clamor of gunshots, turning to his prisoner, "would you care to join your friend for a little swim? I don't fancy your chances, mind you, but you're welcome to try. You just have to get past Mr. Bennett here."

Bennett, the first mate, slowly turned: a massive slab of a man who was easily twice the young, petite Painswick; ochre to her pale, pinkish complexion. Bennett's gleeful brown eyes looked down on the young woman's, as if daring her to make a run for it; the captain, however, was merely speaking in rhetoric.

"Bennett, tie the lass to the mast. Then -- " the captain ordered perfunctorily before being cut off by a loud boom. One of the ship's cannon's went off to the rabid cheers of the crew watching portside.

"Did we get our man, Jenkins?" the captain called over, a hand cupped his left ear.

"Nay, cap'n. We -- "

Another cannon shot shook the deck, and like the first it missed the man frantically swimming for his life.

"Missed again!"

"Well, shame that. Perhaps God was with his vicar, after all" the captain said to a few scattered chuckles. "Davy Jones take him. What say ye dogs to fleecing our pretty guest here instead?"

Heads turned at the insinuation, eyes on the young Painswick tied to the mast.

"I say: five tin for a strip of Ms. Painswick's skirt and corset. No touching, no groping -- not until at least we get her down to her pretties. What are you wearing, Ms. Painswick? Is it cotton, or silk? Nay, don't tell -- let's make it a bet, shall we?

Any of you dogs could guess what Ms. Painswick's got underneath that corset gets a first turn...in my private quarters, no less."

Cheers, jeers and catcalls erupted in the deck, followed by a final boom from the portside cannon.

"Tell me you got the vicar this time?"

"Nay cap'n," Jenkins confirmed deflatedly before perking up, grinning "but I bet you Ms. Painwick's wearing cotton under that skirt. And that I won't be missin' for any old vicar."

~

Hello! Just a little pirate prompt for those interested! I kept a lot of details vague so you can inject your own story/spin. But basically the pirates in the prompt got hold of two prisoners: an older gentleman who is a clergyman (the vicar who jumped and swam to escape) and your character, Ms. Painswick (only a placeholder; you can name her as you please.) The exact nature of your character's relationship to the vicar is something we could discuss, but here are a few possibilities:

• Painswick is a nun on a religious mission with the vicar overseas.
• Painswick is the clergyman's daughter
• Painswick is the clergyman's wife (or mistress)
• Painswick and the vicar are shipwreck survivors and are complete strangers.
• Painswick is an oblivious, air-headed aristocrat who got on the wrong ship together with the vicar

Of course, don't limit yourself to these and let your imagination run wild. As part of your response picture me your character in detail: her looks, her backstory etc. The more in-depth and imaginitive your take is the better your chances of getting my attention. As for myself I'll be juggling multiple characters, and you can too if you want, and if you have an interesting character(s)/story/spin in mind.

I know I kind of hinted a noncon take to the story with the ending of my prompt above but it doesn't need to be. With that said, please also provide me with a shortlist of your kinks and limits.

I've rambled long enough -- I'm looking forward to your messages and discussing the other nitty-gritty details of the roleplay :)

Until then, cheerio!

Kinklist: https://i.imgur.com/8waJVmt.png