The damp, clammy cells of Port-au-Prince were less noble than Jacques had envisioned before volunteering for the French Colonial Empire. The young recruit imagined a life of sea sailing from port to port; civilizing the noble savage; and fighting for the glory of King Louis. Instead he spent his days carving chess pieces with his crafty pocket knife and serving slop to scurvy pirates. Yet, with an almighty crash on his jailers door the lad’s monotony would be forever broken.

In the doorway stood the foreboding shadow of Dupont, the Marquis Cardevac’s brutish enforcer. The man was a towering shadow; more than a head taller to Jacques, barrel chested and with a heart darker than his ebony skin. Cradled under his arm, kicking and squirming, was a damsel of curled chestnut hair in a frock of the finest cloth.

The savage continued unperturbed, barely noticing the girls protestations almost as if she were merely a petulant child. He carried her around her waist under a single arm until his hostage was unceremoniously dropped onto the cold, damp stone floor of the nearest cell.

Jacques stood frozen watching the surreal scene with incredulity. Upon hitting the floor the girl immediately spun towards her gaolers. She bore such a pale and fragile countenance that the young jailor felt it were an angel before him.

“Oh, sir!! You scoundrel!! How dare you!! How dare you treat a lady so!! I am a lady and a noble! I am a political prisoner and deserve to be treated so. This imprisonment is unjust and unlawful. I demand you petition my uncle the Earl of Essex. For what crime am I tried?!”

The savage Dupont knew only the crudest rudiments of English and with a thick Gascon accent he stabbed the word “Piracy!!”

Contemptuously he spat at the foot of the girls dress and slammed the door in her face. Through the bars of the cell he foretold the girl’s fate.

“Three day, trial. Four day, hang.”

Before leaving Dupont gave Jacques strict instructions. The prisoner would receive no special treatment. Two square meals and no more. No visitors were to be permitted and under no circumstances was Jacques permitted to talk with the wench.

Jacques knew his duty, he needed no special instruction. Yet, as he carved his figures, his heart was solemn. How could such an innocent face be guilty of such a reprehensible crime? Surely there was a mistake.

After several hours of a sobbing which grated the boy’s heart, an angelic voice began to torment his soul. The girl sung in familiar hymns sung to him by his mother in the same Latin tongue. An English girl such as she would surely not be from the old religion as he was, would she? The English dogs had forsaken the papal nobility.

Jacques was uncommonly learned for the age and comprehended each one of her private prayers. They were as virtuously divine as her innocent eyes. She prayed for salvation, she prayed for patience and she prayed for the forgiveness of her captors. She had such a noble heart, thought the young Frenchman.

Jacques, determined to advance his station, had made a point of not engaging with the regular infantryman of his company. He ate most meals alone, drank wine alone and by-the-by fended for himself always alone. Yet he was compelled to find out more regarding his pearl skinned captive. So quietly he began questioning with his fellow infantrymen.

Surprisingly few knew such a maiden was being held hostage. When Jacques described her soft beauty many of the men wanted to know less savoury details. Like Jacques it had been many a long night since they held a woman in their arms. No one seemed to know the dame by the description except for old hardened Francois. He spat and cursed at her mention, “Blackheart!!”

The mess table at which Jacques had been gossiping suddenly became deathly silent and tense. To all but Jacques the name struck fears in their hearts. Many squirmed away in obvious discomfort knowing such a pirate was being held. Jacques managed to capture Francois to tell him who the girl supposedly was.

Francois was a hardened sailor of few words and offered little more than a few sour grunts. His tales were surely exaggerated thought Jacques. Eventually he unfurled from his sweaty rags a worn scroll of paper which he bore close to his heart. The tattered cloth was a wanted poster,

Captain Eleanor Blackheart, the cruelest wench on the seven seas.

It was true the sketch did bare a certain likeness to the girl in question. They both had the same curled locks, the both had the same large doe like eyes and a light dusting of freckles on the bridge of their nose. Yet the sketch was so crude it could scarcely have been called evidence. There was one piece of concrete evidence however.

The sketch portrayed the pirate in leather pantaloons, a tricorne hat complete and a white blouse. The blouse was buttoned low at the breast and tied high at the waist revealing her voluptuous, yet strong figure. It also revealed the Jolly Roger skull and bones in the blackest of inks above the bone of her left hip.

The young man considered for a day and a night. The evidence he needed could be garnered so easily. All he need do was open the cell door, ideally while she slept. He could easily attach her to the nearby shackles or overpower he if need be.

Yet the consequences if Dupont found out would be dire. He may find his own neck hanging slung within a noose.

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Hi All,

This is by far my most ambitious story so far and I'd love to find a partner to play it out with.

I'm looking for someone to play either Jacques or Captain Eleanor Blackheart in a GM style roleplay. I shall create scenes and scenarios with multiple options for a continuation. You will select whichever option most appeals and we proceed.

I'd like my partner to be a committed writer but not necessarily to match my own length. Adding depth and imagination to the story would be perfect.

I'm open to a wide ranging of kinks and fetishes. My own limits include ageplay, rape and extreme violence. There may be a few dub-con elements along the way however.

I'm happy to discuss the RP with prospective partners or amend some details. I'll only commit to writing unique addition once I've seen your writing though.

A few suggestions for the next stage in our advetinre could be:

• Jacques against his better judgement opens the cell door. He seeks the evidence on the girls hip. Does Captain Blackheart seduce him or Dupont intrude?

• Word of Captain's Blackheart capture reaches her loyal crew, who conduct stealthy rescue. Jacques inevitably gets caught in the middle. Will the captor become the captive in this daring rescue?

• Captain Blackheart's goes to trial and through her cunning is acquitted of all charges. Yet its only possible due to Jacques silence of the key evidence of her infamy.

Other ideas are welcome toi. Hope to hear from you soon.