A small ripple. Rose paid no mind as she swirled her finger through the soapy suds. Another ripple, this time bigger waked through the bath water. She paused as it happened one after another. Frowning, she reached out for her robe as the whole ship suddenly lurched sending the copper tub she was soaking in plummeting to the floor in a resounding thud followed by an enormous splash.
Rose's naked form spilled out of the tub with the rush of bath water. She pushed herself up from the floor, digging her nails into the oiled wood, "Reaver" she said through gritted teeth.
Grabbing her black silk robe, she tied it securely around her and crossed her cabin to where her chest sat. She lifted the lid quickly, rummaging through its contents.
"Pants" she hissed under her breath, "where are my bloody pants?!"
Crash! She gripped the chest as the ship tilted dramatically to its side.
"Not my God damned ship!" She growled furiously.
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Reaver stood on the deck of his ship intently watching the Queen's ship awaiting her inevitable appearance. He ordered another cannon to be fired and watched as the heavy metal ball crashed into a sail, sending timber crashing around the crew below as they frantically pulled the ship around to face them providing a narrower target.
He had imagined she'd emerge from below deck wearing her battle armor to fight or perhaps her Queen's garb to inspire the men. What she did emerge in however, was what he had expected the least to his utter surprise and delight.
She burst out of the double door way that closed off the the below deck stairs to the deck sending them flinging open and causing one to break off its hinges.
She wore a thin, black silk robe and was barefoot. He had no doubt she was completely naked underneath. He mused that he must have interrupted her bath due to her dripping wet hair and glossy shine to her skin. It was strangely beautiful how unearthly she was when she was truly furious. Almost inhuman and animalistic in the rawness and honesty of it.
She held no weapons as she approached the front of the boat, striding foward, her eyes fixed on him in an angry scowl.
Reaver believed in nothing other than himself, but in this moment, staring at this raw display of anger, men scrambling to get out of her way as she pushed forward, he prayed he had made the right move.
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Rose flung the doors open causing one to break off it's hinges. She paid no mind. She had one taget...Reaver. Finally he had acted in open opposition to her and thus she was within her rights to deliver her ruling; death.
The chilly ocean air and spray kissed her bare skin and whipped her wet hair about. She wasn't concerned with the thin robe she wore or the crewmen that turned to look at her, their mouths agape in surprise. One man, a boy who couldn't be more than 18, stared at her unmoving. She turned her gaze to him briefly, "get to the back of the boat" she commanded.
He swallowed, but didn't move, his stare still fixed on her.
"Now, boy!" She barked, "and hold onto something".
He flinched and snapped out of his daze, running towards the back of the ship.
Reaver stood across the water, his stance wide and fearless. Foolish man. He should be very afraid. She was enraged, furious. He had tested her for the last time. She was not a woman, a queen, or a warrior...she was justice and he had evaded her for too long.
His inky black wisps of hair caressed the side of his face and waved in the air. He wasn't smiling though, which surprised her, his expression was focused.
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