Cast Off and Cast Out Part 1

[niankhsekhmet]

The latest Captain Jack and Aisha bit from 'Ile de Torture'.....

" What I see... " his fingers had closed around her upper arm and he moved closer to her, so close he could feel the sudden breath of air on his cheek as she looked up at him. His tone softened, lowered to a caress. "... is someone who is most likely cheating. " " I assure you, Qua'btan, I do not --" her words were cut off abruptly as he dragged her against him and covered her mouth with his. The kiss shook her to her core. His lips tasted of salt, of the wildness of the sea, and slightly of the rum they had shared. His body was warm, amber scented tinged with the briny salt of the sea. She fought to keep her balance as the whole of her world careened into the abyss of him. Sweet, heady and languishing, his lips parted hers tongue seeking her own. She answered him, breathing a small cry in the back of her throat that he consumed answering her only with more kisses. His eyes dark and dilated with his arousal. Her limbs felt as if they were shaking and in fact the aching in her belly and thighs was causing her to tremble. Every bit of training she had received in the harem had been brought into focus in a single moment. Her mind and body were only responding as it had been taught, instinct had taken over intellect. His hands pulled loose the silk turban that was wrapped around her head. As it fluttered to the floor, his hands plunged in to the softly scented dark waves of her hair, rough calloused fingers raking across her scalp sending sharp prickles of sensation across her awareness. Was it the ship that lurched suddenly or her own body, she wondered? It was not until she had the acute awareness of his deceptively graceful hands unbuttoning the buttons of her kurta shirt, brushing the sensitive underside of her breasts with the back of his hand that brought her back to center. Sensibilities overcame all animal instinct and she slapped him hard enough to cause herself to wince. "I deserved that, " he muttered, turning away. The Qua'btan rose to his feet and flopped onto his bunk, keeping his back turned in her direction, Jack finally spoke, " Sleep well Aisha, for tomorrow, you and the other women will be set free to make your way back home... " The tears stung her eyes as she re-wrapped her hair and crawled into her hammock. It took every amount of reserve for her to reist the overwhelming urge to jump down and cross the cabin to the Qua'btan's bunk, hold him down and kiss him in like fashion or scream at him - but the crew would overhear. 'How dare he?' she fumed. Her emotions were a jumble, her body still a mass of nerve endings that were stretched taut as she listened for seemingly endless hours for the telltale deep breaths signifying that the Qua'btan had dropped off to sleep, but they never came. Instead, just before sunrise he rose from his bunk and left the cabin, avoiding looking at her at all . Aisha did not see him again until she stepped out onto the deck and someone shouted, "Land Ho!" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The Qua'btan sat at the stern of the long boat that was filled to overflowing with the women captured from the Arabian ship. Aisha on occasion cast a sideways glance at the Qua'btan and would catch sight of him stealing a glance at her. Only once did their eyes meet. Once they had set foot upon the land, the Qua'btan reached into the pocket of his dark frock coat and handed her a sack of gold coin. " Find yourself a ship lad, buy passage and see the women safely back to your home shores," he said. " But Jack..." Mr Gibbs protested, his jaw dropping in astonishment. " Those are my orders, Mr. Gibbs," the Qua'btan's voice rose slightly, heading off his older First Mate's protests that were sure to lead into the many seamanship abilities of the cabin boy. Gibbs had become quite fond of Ali but the Qua'btan would not hear any of it. "These bedraggled wenches wouldn't bring much coin if we sold them." the Qua’btan continued, ,he then turned to face Aisha, " And we can't take them with us. Bad luck to have women on board, savvy? " his words stung. Had the trust and friendship that had built between she and the captain and the crew over recent weeks meant so little? " Aye Jack, ye be right on that one. " Gibbs agreed with a mild chuckle. The Qua'btan then turned on his heel and strode down the road with Mr. Gibbs alongside, most likely in search of the nearest tavern. Aisha went back to where the gaggle of women stood huddled, amazed that they had been set free. "Praise Allah, we have been set free! Truly, my lady, our prayers have been answered. Jasmina bubbled excitedly. Aisha winced inwardly as she fingered the pouch of coins that the Qua'btan had given her. "Indeed," she said numbly, feeling as if her heart was collapsing in on itself, "They have given us money to send you back home. Find Yamiv and the other men and get passage. I know that here there will be ships going back to the Kingdom." "But what of you, Amiree?" Jasmina gaped, "Surely you must get home, too! The Sultan will be relieved..." "No!" Aisha grabbed the old matron's arm, "find the Kizlar Aga. Make certain that you tell him and him only that I am safe. Tell my father, tell anyone else that asks you that you do not know where I am! En tip tif hami, Jasmina?" "Lah!" Jasmina began to protest, before she could open her mouth to continue, Aisha cut her off. "You know what awaits me back home. The trick of disguising me as a boy worked, Jasmina. Your cleverness saved me, it saved us all - but you know what will happen to me if I set foot in Arabia again." "Aiwa,"Jasmina nodded and looked at her feet, "I will tell only the Kizlar." the matron began to cry and pulled her cloak closer to her body in an effort to hide her emotions by any passersby. Wordlessly Aisha slipped the pouch of coins into Jasmina's hands. Planting a kiss on the elder woman's cheeks she squeezed Jasmina's hand tightly. Aisha then turned and went back in the direction that she had seen the Qua'btan go. TBC Glossary Qua'btan - Captain Aiwa - Yes Lah - No En tip tif hami, Jasmina? - Do you understand, Jasmina? kurta - A long shirt, usually made of cotton or silk that is worn by men traditioinally in India and the Near East.

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[senamun.livejournal.com]

Is this stuff just for reading or do you actually play this stuff in a group?

Sen is ignorant but learning the world of RPG :)

[niankhsekhmet.livejournal.com]

This is in a "novel" at one of the websites that I own called Pan Historia. The novel is called Ile de Torture. It is an interactive fiction site, and we just have a great time plotting and playing in the Magical Land of "What-If". Some think of it like RPG, I think of it more as interactive fiction, and a chance to exercise creative muscles with writing.

[senamun.livejournal.com]

Did i mention i was ignorant? :grin

[niankhsekhmet.livejournal.com]

Did i mention i was ignorant? :grin

Nah! It's all in good fun! I don't expect folks to pay attention to this sort of stuff. I am just posting here because I am having fun, and that is what my LJ is for!