The Princess and The Pirate : Splash!

Chp 3: ...Sitting there, Jacqueline tilted her lips to the side, pulling hay out of her hair. He was so young, she assumed boys weren't allowed to play Pirate. "So where am I chained up?" Trying to be casual about the situation, not trying to let him smell her fear.


"In my quarters." He yawned, while pulling off his boots.


She curled back slightly, gripping the blanket. So much for hiding the fear. Why was he undressing!? Not having seen as much as a bare male toe in her short life, "For why, your whims? Spoils of war?" Jacqueline tried to keep her shriek to a minimum.  


Kyle looked over to her, raising a brow, while rubbing his own weary feet, "My door is the only one with a lock on it." His brown hair was a stringy mess. "I see you as a lost cat, something to be returned for a reward then wash my hands of it. M'Lady," The Captain said with a mocking tone,"You are much more interesting to my personal needs as a financial windfall, rather than a itch that needs scratching."


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I've been constantly super jealous of amazingly good literature art. I had never seemed to 'get' it. But finally, FINALLY! I was able to get a JacquelineXKyle down on ink and paper! I'm so ecstatic about this picture, I can hardly contain myself. Also, a moment of silence for the three pens that died in the making of this piece. Maybe I should do one of Lillian and Versette in the orchard...Oooh, ideas.


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The Princess and The Pirate prt 1.I
Rocqueburne was a kingdom on the west coast. A forest behind it, an ocean in front, really, it was a self sufficient place that rarely required any real attention from the Empire it was apart of. Now. But, it wasn't always so.
Bustling enterprise doesn't just happen. The King and Queen of Rocqueburne were implanted here by the Empire ages ago. Back when the town was held together by sticks, crime and even a whole different name, Capebluff. It was only by years of blood, steel and iron, did their kingdom become a great shining gem by the sea. The people became educated and were more prosperous for it. Crippling plagues were forced from the city, winter after winter, fewer innocents died. Each spring, a budding culture renaissance came closer and closer. A proud, civilized nation was forged from the once dilapidated mire.
And when Capebluff was washed away, Rocqueburne stood.
Problems were expunged but capitalism has always been fraught with troubles. As happiness and wealth came, peo