The Boondocks~ A Pirate Fanfic

2) Requested

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Riley thinks of every plan there is, but  they all lead to getting caught. After all, they were chained in a ship with a guard literally watching at all times. They all spend a restless night on the floor of their cold cells. The next morning, another guard comes down with a bucket of gruel...or 'food' as they like to call it. He instructs Riley and his crew to hold out their hands through the bars for him to pour.

Well pft. I get were pirates, but were still human enough to use bowls, Riley thinks with a scowl. When the guard reaches him, Riley spits at his shoes and wipes the corner of his mouth. The guard glares at him and moves on.

Riley's stomach growls. Maybe I shouldn't have done that.

By noon, the ship drops its anchor im shallow water. Riley's been at sea long enough to know the difference. Its not soon after when a few guards drag him and the others out of their cells, up a short flight of stairs. Riley squints at the daylight, being stuck in his dark prison for so long. He frowns deeply when he realises where they are; Royal Port.

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Being the captain, Riley has the 'honour' of being first to receive charges.

A fat magistrate dressed in a black robe and powered wig hits his gravel and clears his throat. Riley presses his lips together. Here we go again. He surveys the courtroom and notices that he's been watched very carefully. Heh. Guess they're really upset about last time. 

"Riley Freeman. You stand in front of this court on the charges of theft, piracy, murder, arson, embezzlement, escaping imprisonment, sexual malfeasance, kidnapping, fraud and burglary," The old man looks up with his brimmed glasses. "How do you plead?"

The pirate fails to hide his smile. His crew watches in awe as he composes himself. "Your...honour," his voice drips with sarcasm, "The 'sexual malfeasance' was a complete misunderstanding."

His crew cackles at this and the judge bangs his gravel. "Order! Order!" He glares icily at him. "Riley Freeman, you are pronounced to be hanged! Sentence shall be carried out in daybreak! Next!"

"Hm. Well that isn't nice at all," Riley mumbles.

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A few red coats drag him out of court and to the Port Royal jail. Riley gets dragged through a narrow hallway to a cell. They only pause to open the cage and throw him into a cell of other men before shutting the cell door behind him again. "Real nice..." he mumbles under his breath as he brushes himself off. The wound in his stomach pounds again and he ignores the pain. He notices glares his way and returns them. "Fuck you lookin' at?"

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Cynthia gets thrown on the hard damp floor and feels the air rush out of her. She sits up and finds a dozen sour faced women watching her. Ignoring them, Cynthia stands, walks and sits in the farthest space from the women, thinking of a way out of her situation. Ugh. I wish they put me in a cell with my crew, but noooo, she's a woman so she has to be placed with a bunch of skinny--

A woman stands up and plants herself right in front of Cynthia, the biggest in the room with small hairs above her upper lip. This is probably the ugliest thing I've ever seen, Cynthia thinks as she scowls at her. "Can I help you, beasty?" She snaps.

"You're in my spot."

Oh of course it isn't about the spot. Its about status. So she wants to be the top dog, huh? Cynthia smiles and nods. She stands up and kicks her probably harder then she's kicked anything. Beasty doesn't respond to the pain, picks her up and throws her across the cell. "Whoa!" A group of women break her fall.

Cynthia stands up again and holds her fists up. If this is my last night alive, I won't go down begging. Beasty steps forward, but stops when they hear someone hitting the bars. They turn their heads to see the fat jailer. "Quiet down. Which one of you ladies is the pirate Cynthia McPearsa?

"That would be me, fatty," Cynthia says, lowering her hands.

"You're expected."

Cynthia cocks an eyebrow. "By?"

"A feisty thing, ain't ya, love?" He grabs her arm and hauls her through the door. Two redcoats wait in the hallway. The jailer pushes her to them and gets back to his post. The redcoats grab her upper arms and pull her outside where a carriage waits. "Wonderful," Cynthia sings sarcastically, ignoring the fact that she's not allowed to talk, "Where you taking me now?"

"Look smart, blondie," one of them respond, "You're having dinner with the governor."

The governor?

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The carriage takes them up a hill and stops in front of a two storey mansion surrounded by palm trees and gardens. The boy who was maneuvering the horses, steps off, rushes to the side and opens the carriage door. Cynthia sits in the middle. One redcoat gets off first and drags her out by her arm. She walks off with him up the steps to the porch, not really having a choice.

Opening double doors reveals a porter who looks ancient. "Why hello hello, Lady Cynthia McPearsa," Cynthia announces herself pompously. If I'm here I might as well have a little fun. "The governor's expecting me."

"This way, madam." Cynthia notices the way he says 'madam.' He leads Cynthia down a rich hallway and the guards follow. The porter leads her to a richly furnished dining room with a long table made of fine wood and a chandelier hanging above. Food decorates the table and Cynthia feels her stomach rumble. "Lady Cynthia McPearsa." Again, Cynthia notices his tone and refrains from punching him

The governor sits at the end of the table, dressed like the rich royal dick he is. "You must be hungry, Lady McPearsa. Please, sit down and eat."

Cynthia does without question and rubs her hands together.

"You must excuse me for the porter."

"Oh no biggie!" Cynthia doesn't hesitate to take his offer, grabbing the first item and stuffing it into her mouth. She goes for the pudding next and eats like a bear from hibernation. The governor watches nonchanyly with his goblet of wine in hand. Cynthia grabs her own goblet of wine, leans back into her chair and drapes her leg over the armrest. "You brought me here because...?"

The governor sets his drink down. "I have a proposition for you."

Cynthia sips her wine. "I'm not lying down and spreading my legs. Just pointing it out."

The governor smiles politely. "Nothing of the sort, my lady. I'd like to talk about your release."

Cynthia raises an eyebrow and sets her glass down. "I'm listening."

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