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-----------------------------------  A beautiful island girl is abducted by a band of murderous pirates and taken to the 'Stormy Witch,' the ship of the infamous pirate Edward Derrington. She soon becomes involved in their many adventures and finds that her life has become filled with excitement, danger and romance.
----------------------------------- The legend of the dreaded pirate Edward Derrington was known from one corner of the ocean to the other, everyone holding this human in awe and fearful reverence. Men growled and gnashed their teeth when his name was mentioned. Women sighed and smiled a secretive smile. It was spoken that he was quite a dashing rogue, firm and tan with eyes as blue as the skies which formed a roof above his ship 'the Stormy Witch.' He was said to be the greatest swordsman ever known, defeating all who dared to cross his path. It was a fearful time when I was dragged aboard his ship by some of his crewmen, three drunken pirates with a lustful glint in their eyes. I fought like a tigress, kicking and clawing as they, ill-mannered dogs that they were, laughed and made lewd remarks. "Unhand her," a stern, yet quiet voice spoke from the bow of the ship. I looked up, and my breath caught in my throat, for there was the infamous Edward Derrington staring at me. I stared back at him, noticing the braid that hung over his right shoulder and the gold hoop earring in his left ear. His white shirt was open all the way down to his waist, revealing a tan chest covered with golden hair. His shirt was tucked down into tight brown pants, and his boots scarcely made a sound on the wooden deck as he slowly came toward me. "This will be my wench," he informed the three pirates, his eyes never leaving mine. "Understood?" The pirates' laughter died to faint growls, and they became silent, knowing that they must obey their master's wishes. And so must I, for now the pirate Derrington was my master as well. Edward closed the cabin door behind him and stared at me. "You are a virgin, are you not?" I tossed my long mane of black hair from my face and glared at him. "That is not for a lady to divulge." He smiled and crossed over to me, gently taking some of my hair into his hand. "Aye, you're a virgin. That is why I could not let my men have their way with you." He sniffed my hair. "So that you could have the virgin for yourself." He let my hair fall from his hand and crossed over to a table where he poured some rum into a glass. "You cannot go back. No decent man would have you since you have been taken by pirates." "You could let me go," I told him, nearly dancing in excitement. "They would never know." He drank some of the rum and studied me from head-to-toe. "Do you think that no one knows? Yours' is a small village, aye, and a poor one. Look---" He pointed his glass toward the porthole. "Do you see them fighting for your release?" Running to the porthole, I looked to shore. There was no one there. No one. "You are right," I said. "No one cares what happens to Neitana. I am nobody." "You are somebody," he murmured into my ear and slipped his arm around my waist. "You are the woman of the pirate Derrington. Everyone will ask, ''Who is that beautiful woman?' People will reply, 'Let her be. Do not touch the woman of Edward Derrington.'" I found myself trembling in fear, wondering what would happen to me. "Do not be afraid, Neitana. I am a gentleman, though if you tell anyone, I shall deny it and prove you wrong before them. When you are ready, I shall have you as a woman." He turned me around so that I would have to look into those intense, blue eyes. "I must warn you, I am not a patient man." "Nor I a compliant woman." He laughed loudly. "Oh, my Neitana, we shall make a wonderful pair! We shall never have a boring moment!" He was right. Life with the pirate Derrington would never be boring. Neitana was no longer a nobody. Neitana was a woman who commanded respect. I also laughed. His eyes grew curiously gentle, and he smiled. "What do you find so amusing, my Neitana?" "The fact that I have been rescued from my boring existence by a band of drunken pirates---then rescued from the drunken pirates by one who promises me the world." He winked. "Aye, and you shall have it." That evening found me on deck, leaning against the rail while contemplating my circumstances. True, I was aboard ship with a crew of murderous pirates, but I knew that Edward would protect me if anyone dared lay a hand on me. After all, I was the woman of Edward Derrington, and he would fight to keep his rightful property. That is why the crew remained a respectful distance from me, staring at me as if they had never seen a woman. I revelled at the wind blowing through my hair, the setting sun a beautiful orange glow on the horizon, and that big ship coursing its' way through the salty waters. "They stare at you because you are beautiful. You should not tempt them so." Edward had appeared beside me, leaning against the rail as he looked out over the waters. "Am I to be kept locked in the cabin, then, never to enjoy the beauty that surrounds me?" He smiled, his eyes still scanning the horizon. "Aye, it is beautiful." He turned his gaze to me, and the intensity of those blue eyes caused me to catch my breath. In my village I had never seen one as handsome as Edward, not even travelers stopping by the Inn where I served them their meals and rum. "What do you think of the 'Stormy Witch,' Neitana?" "She is a beauty. She is the biggest, fastest ship I have ever seen." "Aye," he proudly agreed. "And you belong on her deck, my love. But you must obey me. When I tell you to stay in the cabin, it is for your safety. And you may only go ashore if I am with you. Do you understand?" I nodded my head. "But you must understand that I am accustomed to taking care of myself. I am an orphan and have always been quite independent." "You did little good to help yourself when my men attacked you." "I was not prepared," I informed him, then drew a large dagger from my boot. Edward grabbed my wrist and grinned. "You little thief. You took my dagger." "You should not have left it hanging on your cabin wall." He forced the dagger from my clinched fist. "You will not need this while I am with you. And I do not plan to let you out of my sight." "You have to sleep sometimes." He smiled. "Aye, and when I do, I will be holding you tightly in my arms." I felt myself shiver, but it was not in fear. The thought of being held in his arms gave me feelings of pleasure. We had eaten supper in the privacy of his cabin, and he told me of the many islands that we would visit. "When we next stop at an island," he informed me, "I will get some pretty clothes for you." He looked at my blouse and skirt. "You deserve much finer than that." How dare he insult my clothing! "Well," I commented between clinched teeth, "your men did not give me time to pack a trunk. They grabbed me behind the Inn where I was dumping the dish water, then dragged me all the way to the ship." Straightening-up in his chair, his eyes flashed in anger. "I am sorry for the way they treated you, Neitana. They will be reprimanded." Looking down at his plate, he murmured, "But I am not sorry they brought you here. Please excuse me, I must see to the ship." Pushing back his chair, he shoved his pistol beneath the red sash around his waist. "Drakon will get you what you need. You may trust him." He pointed toward a chest. "You may sleep in one of my shirts. I will be back later." My heart pounded as I remembered that it was nearly time for bed. What did the night hold in store for me? Drakon, a small wrinkled man with a balding head, entered the cabin as Edward left. I wondered if he had been guarding the cabin. Nodding to me, he began clearing away the dishes. "He had me bring out the good china for you, Miss Neitana." He grinned a nearly toothless grin. "Captain Edward is a gentleman at heart." I smiled at him and prayed that he was right. I was not ready to give myself to Edward and wondered when I would be ready. I had known very few men in my nineteen years of life, and Edward was the only one who had been kind to me. Perhaps he really was a gentleman.... I was prepared to remain awake all night. After bathing (Edward had barrels of fresh water in the hold and ordered Drakon to bring a small tub to the cabin and fill it with water), I slipped into one of Edward's shirts and crawled under the covers of the bunk. It was large enough for two people, but too small to allow for much moving about. I left the lantern alight and lay in bed staring at the cabin door. I would wait for him and fight him if necessary. Soon my eyes began to droop, and thoroughly exhausted from the day's events, I fell asleep. Upon awakening, I found the cabin to be dark. The only sounds were the creaking of the ship and the quiet breathing of Edward. True to his word, he was holding me in his arms as he slept. And I, the independent Neitana, had my arm across his stomach and my head on his chest! Immediately raising my head, I attempted to move away from him. "Are you all right, Neitana?" he sleepily whispered. I halted my movement, my heart pounding in fear. "Yes." Pulling me back into his arms, he sighed. "Go back to sleep." I lay my head back on his chest and whispered, "Goodnight, Edward.""Goodnight, my love." copyright 1999 Keneta K. Kinney Email: Pirate Queen Kenobi 
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