May the Father of Understanding Guide Us (Open)

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"Well I'll be coming with since I need to collect my things" Elizabeth said slightly saddened. She rose to her feet, hid Cow in her compartment, and led the way. She stopped to give a few orders to her new crew, and continued her walk with the Admiral.

"Please, look after yourself, Roger. And keep an eye out for the Siren. But I'll probably find you." Elizabeth looked around, and made sure nobody was looking before she placed a gentle kiss on the Admiral's lips.

He smiled down at her and scratched his head, not sure what to say. He stopped smiling when he kissed her. He cleared his throat and stood straight, and crossed his arms behind his back. He took a deep breath, and thought for a moment, before speaking.

"Ah expect... Ahem... I expect that you will... be comfortable, out on the waters. I hope we run into each other again; after all, I am one of the few great British Admirals on these waters. If you intend to act as privateer, you'll be answering to me in battle one day. Knowing you, to victory."

He smiled down at her, and went to leave - he stood still for a long time, unsure of what to do, before turning and making his way back onto the docks, and heading for a dinghy back to his own ship. He shuddered, and rubbed his head, already feeling sick.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth stood at the docks for a while, and watched with a heavy heart as the Admiral left. When she could no longer see him, she made her way back to her own ship. Elizabeth unpacked her things, and rearranged her room until everything looked perfect. A quarter of her crew had abandoned her, so she went around town, and recruited any person willing to sail under her command.

"Alright, men! Let's get this ship out of here! I want every scrap of duck on the wind!" The crew seemed eager to please their new captain, and they rushed about to obey her commands.

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After nearly three months, Elizabeth had captured nearly fifty ships. She had sent one of the strongest ships to Torres as he had requested, and she was heading to England to turn over some of her plunder. The galleon had a new figurehead, and the name had been changed.
"Captain Shay, we'll be reaching shore in a day or two."
"Perfect" Elizabeth said with a sinister smile.

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"God this place is grim" Elizabeth growled as she stepped foot on British soil. "Make sure everything finds its way to the right place. I'm going to check in." Elizabeth drew her hood, and put on her mask before she wandered further into town. She eventually found a place where it looked like she would find the information she required.

"Tell me, where might I find Roger Stodd, Admiral of the British Royal Navy" Elizabeth demanded as she burst through the doors.

The sound of rifles and pistols filled the room, before the owner of the tavern ran to the front of the room, waving his hand and shouting numerous crude yet somewhat comedic remarks at the men. From first glance they seemed normal, just a bunch of grumpy Regulars drinking and rowing, but when someone looked longer they saw the bandages, the bruises, the missing limbs. These men weren't here for a quick stop off. They'd been in a battle - and by the looks of things, not a good one.

"Calm yerself, lov'. These boys aren't too fond a' that name, not these days."

The tavern owner escorted Elizabeth outside of the tavern, holding onto her arm. He waited till they were out of earshot, before speaking up again, hushed and worried. It seemed as if simply speaking about Roger Stodd was a crime.

"The Admiral can be found in the pub, in the back o' the city. You'll find him, Dorset inn't a big place, and Bornemouth is smaller."

With that, he made his way back into the tavern, the applause of the drunken men within.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"Jaysus! It's no wonder why people leave this bloody country" Elizabeth growled as she wandered through the streets. Panther, who normally enjoyed eating rats, found the local rodents to be utterly repulsive. A group of children approached Elizabeth, begging for coins. Elizabeth chuckled quietly to herself, and lifted her mask sending the children running. "Never gets old" Elizabeth chuckled as she replaced her mask.

"Where are you, Roger" Elizabeth mumbled as she scanned the faces in the crowd.
"Well look at wha' we 'ave 'ere, lads. A saucy young minx ripe for the taking." Elizabeth shook her head, and let out a sinister laugh before she took out the group of men.
"Sorry love, but you're not my type" Elizabeth growled as she gutted the last of the men. Panther looked up at Elizabeth with pleading eyes. "Oh, alright. But make it quick." The black ocelot quickly ate what it could, and chased after Elizabeth with an eyeball hanging out of his mouth.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Elizabeth spied the Admiral.
"There you are, Stodd. I've been looking for you."

Roger looked over his shoulder, sitting on a stool outside of what could only be described as a plague haven. The bar was disgusting, the wood rotting and the paint pealing, and the dirt road was nothing more than mud, with at least four men laying face down in it. Whether they were there coz of drinks or fists was anyones guess. The buildings nearby had their rooves peaked and overhanging, and no light hit the area at all, except from the candles.

The Admiral smiled softly, as he spotted Elizabeth. It'd been months since he'd last seen her, and considering the time he'd had since then, it was a more than welcomed look. He was wearing the same dark cloak he always wore when not on a ship, and though it didn't look to be bad condition, when he turned to face Elizabeth, she could see he was. His clothes were torn and resown, and stained with all manner of things. The jacket had a new sleeve sewn onto it, and everything he was wearing was battered. Not to mention the man himself.

Two fingers missing, a cut down one eye leaving it blind, and what looked like a scar just by the side of his neck; someone had tried to slit his throat. He let go of the bottle in his hand, letting it roll empty onto the floor, before stopping in the mud.

"It's guid tae see ye Elizabeth."

He looked himself over, and then sighed, his smile gone. How he'd managed to remain handsome with this mess, and with that look of utter defeat on his face, was something only God himself could answer.

"Ah wish it was guid tae see me."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth looked at the Admiral, and her heart sank. She removed her mask, and revealed the pain and concern that littered her face.
"It's good to see you too, Roger." Elizabeth pulled up a chair, and sat beside the Admiral. She knew that the Admiral's present state of grace meant that something had gone awry at some point during the last three months. Judging by his accent, something had changed. "What the hell happened, Roger" Elizabeth asked softly.

He looked at his hands. He wished he'd not finished the drink. He looked up, and tapped the desk three times. He was a regular here - that sign meant vodka. He looked to Elizabeth, and then away. He couldn't look at her, not now. He rested his head in a hand, and took a long breath, trying to compose himself to figure out what to say to her. He genuinely wasn't sure.

"Whit happened... Gods, let's see..."

He leant back, and bit his lip, as he remembered what happened. Every gory image rang through his head again, and every feeling he recalled vividly.

"Ah did some jobs fur th' navy... Spanish patrols near th' coasts... Gibraltar... Ah did whit Ah coods... th' Queen's Nicht was a menace tae them... Ah was a menace... Admiral Archangel, they called me. Th' Royal Wrath. Ah was feared, an' Ah was worshipped..."

He smiled for a moment, remembering the view of the devastated Spanish ships, the fleeing survivors... the sounds of rifles as every man swimming to safety was picked off... He smiled again, proud of what his soldiers could achieve.

"'en, Ah gart mah move. Ah shot doon some ships near th' Rock, an' 'en... Ah darted fur Constantinople... Mah men new, they waur braw wi' it, but..."

He saw them in his eyes, the flags fluttering. The Templar crosses, flickering in the breeze... And then, the mortars.

"Th' Templars kent. They waur waitin' fur me. Ye see, Ah... Eh'd killed 'at loon Torres hud... Th' a body wi' mah sword..."

He shuddered, as he felt that cold shiver up his spine, telling him he was on the edge of a breakdown. Everything that came back to him hurt as much as the last thing. It was torture to recall it.

"They burnt th' ship... Tair it doon... But they didne lit it jawbox... Torres took it, sae I've heard. Mah men waur throon overboard, killed, enslaved... Th' ones fa lived hated me... An' Ah..."

He looked at her and sat up, tapping the scar over his eye with the three fingered hand. The very same hand he held a gun in. The same hand he duelled with. The hand he used for most everything, now useless for what he was born to do. He moved his coat, showing off his sheath, fine and decorated, and without a sword. It wasn't hard to tell what he'd stored there.

"Tois weeks ago, th' Templars took everythin' frae me. Noo mah ain men tak' aw Ah hae left."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"Jaysus, Roger. I'm so sorry" Elizabeth said softly. Although she was at a loss for words, the expression on her face said everything. She ordered herself some rum, and smiled when she saw the label; it was from her own little island. Elizabeth sat in silence for a while as she thought of everything the Admiral had told her. She had missed him a great deal, and it hurt her to see him in his present state. Elizabeth gently cupped Stodd's face, and kissed him softly. "I missed you so much" Elizabeth whispered. She didn't care what happened to her; she hadn't cared in a long time. But she did care about what happened to him. "Look, why don't you come with me to the Siren? You can get yourself cleaned up, and have a decent discussion." She didn't know what else to do, but she was going to try her damndest to help the Archangel in whatever way she could.

Roger didn't talk. He took the vodka and drank straight from the bottle, before nodding. He already felt better, the warmth filled him up, and it didn't come from the spirits. Having Elizabeth with him made him feel so different, so invigorated. He couldn't tell her what had happened to him in the city, not yet. For now he was happy with how things were, simply by her side again.

He stood up, and didn't stumble. In the last few weeks, he'd ensured his tolerance to alcohol increased, by being drunk nearly twenty three hours of the day. He'd grown used to the hangover, used to all of it. He looked down at her and pulled his coat up over himself tight. He'd follow her anywhere at this point, anything to get out of the dull darkness of England, and back to the warmth of the West Indies, the coolness of the water, and the indescribable feeling of Elizabeth.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth guarded the Admiral as she led him through the town, and back to her galleon. Panther seemed on high alert, and guarded both Elizabeth, and Stodd carefully. Some men were cleaning up the mess that Elizabeth created earlier, and Elizabeth laughed.
"They thought they could try have their way with me, but I taught them a lesson" Elizabeth said quietly.

The men bowed slightly as Elizabeth boarded the ship, and returned to their work. Elizabeth led the Stodd into her cabin, and locked the door behind her. The room looked largely the same as it did three months ago, but Elizabeth had added her own personal touch. Paintings of Templar battles had been replaced with paintings of her own battles, Assassin skulls lined the walls, the bed had been hidden behind deep-red curtains, and there were a few elaborate chests resting against the wall. Elizabeth removed her coat, and draped it over the chair behind the desk.
"I've missed you so much, Roger. About two weeks after I left Santiago de Cuba, I went looking for you. Couldn't find you anywhere, so I ended up reporting to some pillock called James Thompson." Elizabeth turned to Stodd, and smiled. "I'm just happy I finally found you again" Elizabeth said softly as she wrapped her arms around Stodd's neck. She smiled warmly before she allowed her lips to meet with his once again.

He looked down at her, and suddenly felt so much stronger, so much better. He felt like he did that first night with her. He held her close, he kissed her, and he felt invigorated again. He felt blood rush through his body, his heart raced, his mind filled with happiness. He hadn't felt this good in months. Even the cheering, the chanting, the applause of the British soldiers hadn't made him this good. He looked into her eyes, with his one working one. And then he smiled, as he whispered to her.

"A body guid hin' happened in th' lest thee months. A body stoatin hin'. Ah taught myself hoo tae access Eagle Vision. E'en wi' thes erse yak, Ah can see ye as ye ur. Bonnie as th' day Ah first saw ye."

He smiled down to her. He'd grown tanned with his time in the battles upon the Mediterranean, and he was certainly stronger than when they'd last met, back when being a Commodore had made him lazy. His muscles weren't hidden beneath a thin layer of nothing now, he was pure working man, with his time on the boat and in the slums forcing him to be. He grinned, and kissed her again, holding her so tight.

"Aam nae... gonnae lose ye again."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

"And you're still as devilishly handsome as the first time we met. I knew you would master the sight eventually." Elizabeth thought of everything she had been through since she met Stodd, and smiled. Sure she had lost almost everything, but it had made her stronger than she had ever been. She had spent countless nights thinking about him, and how she felt. It had started as infatuation, but seeing him before her, she knew it was something else; something more powerful than infatuation. Elizabeth's actions were soft, and gentle, and it was clear that she was pouring her emotions into everything she did. Elizabeth kissed Stodd passionately, yet softly, as she ran her fingers through his hair. "And I'm not losing you again, Roger."

He didn't hesitate to move, as he grabbed her and lifted her up, kissing her deeply, as if he'd never kissed anyone before, yet was a master at it. He felt every sensation in her mouth, every pressure of her body against his, and slowly he walked to the bed. Then, he stopped, setting her down and panting, as he took off his heavy coat and tossed it aside. He didn't need to say anything. The look on his eyes said everything he needed to, the four letter word that described everything about how he felt for her. He held her again, kissing her deeply, holding her before joining her on the bed.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth removed the black shirt she was wearing, and smiled as she looked into Stodd's eyes. Despite being a captain of a galleon, and all her years at sea, she was still as white as ever. Her womanly curves hid any hint of her true strength. Elizabeth closed her eyes as she held herself against Stodd, and gently kissed his neck. She didn't care about anything else except for him, and she never would. Elizabeth ran a hand up Stodd's back, and shivered slightly as memories of her time with him came flooding back. She kissed him deeply, tenderly, and lovingly before she fell back on the bed, and pulled him down onto her.

He fell with her, and was quick to take off his own top. When they'd last met he wasn't too badly scarred, and he was quite light, for a sailor. Things were different now. Scars littered his body, some from simple wooden shrapnel, some from blades, some from bullets. His skin was darker, and his body was chiseled. He panted like an animal, growling as she kissed at his neck, and he kissed at her chest. His hands were by her sides, feeling the soft flesh he'd yearned for. It was driving him crazy, being like this again, but it was better than the insanity he felt not being like this.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth moaned quietly in wanting as she ran a hand up Stodd's back, and felt the scars from their previous adventures. She pulled him closer to her, and savoured the sensation of his body against her; it was a sensation more wonderful than any drug she had ever dared to use. Elizabeth quietly kicked off her boots, and smiled against Stodd's lips before she kissed him yet again. Her breathing was deep and steady, and he body warm. She felt as if everything was just a dream, and he would disappear when she opened her eyes, but she knew it was real, he was real, and he was there. She could feel the soft silken sheets below her; the luxurious fabric gently caressing her skin. Everything seemed to pale in comparison to his touch, the touch she had missed.

He leant back, sitting up and pulling Elizabeth into his lap, as he held her and let her body and his entangle, his hands hunting for hers, and when he found them he held them, their fingers locking together, their lips pressed tight, their eyes on each others. He didn't want to risk losing her, he never did, and even now he feared the possibility. He could feel her very heart beat, his touch impacting hers, and her touch impacting his. He didn't want this to end. He'd never let it end.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth smiled softly as she felt his heartbeat and how it altered at her touch. He was everything she wanted, everything she needed. She had been searching for him for three months; three months filled with agony. Now that she had found him, she was never going to lose him again. Elizabeth gently worked at her pants, and slipped out of the last piece of her clothing. She pressed herself against him as she kissed his neck, and gently worked at his pants.
"Roger" Elizabeth breathed softly before she kissed him yet again.

He breathed back, looking at her and letting her undress him. He couldn't speak, he could barely even think. He felt tired, invigorated, cold, warm, overjoyed, and terrified. He kissed at her neck, as he held her and their naked bodies clung to each other, his own rubbing against hers, his growls turning more primal with every passing second, his movements getting rougher, yet more skilled. He didn't let up, he didn't slow, he did what he could, and what he wanted; to please her.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth smiled warmly as she finally removed the last of his clothing. Her old instincts were finally returning to her; she had been a phantom for so long, the demon within her had surrendered, and reserved itself to its quiet suffering, but now it seemed like the demon had been given new life. She gently welcomed him back to her as she took him in, and trembled as the familiar sensation washed over her. That was all that was needed for the demon within her to finally break free. She longingly pushed herself against him, her body arched into his, her lips pressed against his, and she began to move her hips seductively. It was clear that she had really missed him, and if she weren't caught up in the moment, she would have told him so.

There was no hesitation in his body, nor in his mind, as Roger moved like someone who had been denied everything he had so wanted, and now finally had it all back to him. He moves with vigour and intensity, his body like a machine as he feels her around him, keeping him moving and empowered, his heart and mind unison with the simple goal of feeling Elizabeth forever. He looks into her eyes, and groans with pleasure.

"Elizabeth... I love you..."

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Upon hearing those three little words, Elizabeth looked down at him, and smiled warmly. She didn't think he would ever say it, but she was thankful that he did.
"And I love you... Roger" Elizabeth purred softly before she buried her face in the space between his neck and shoulders. It seemed as if her movements changed slightly after that. While she used to be rough and wild, she was now a bit more passionate, and a bit less rough. Elizabeth kissed him so passionately, and held herself so tightly against him, it seemed like she was afraid that she lose him again. She still moved her hips in a large variety of movements that would put any dancer to shame, but now there was genuine emotion poured into everything that she did.

He met her passion with his own, his growls and lust filled moans slowly fading, as moans of love and tenderness took over instead. He held her, he didn't squeeze her. He felt her, he didn't touch her. He made love to her, he didn't fuck her. Every movement was coordinated to match hers, every moment was acted out to its fullest. Though time and again she would get the upperhand and nearly push him to breaking point, he would come back and do the same, his motions filled with emotion, with fire, both warming yet comforting, washing through him and onto her. He'd forgotten what it felt like.

Elizabeth "Demon/Satan" Shay

Elizabeth trembled with pleasure, and moaned quietly in ecstasy. She held him against her gently, and kissed him passionately as she felt waves of pleasure wash over her. She hated having to quieten her moans of pleasure, but it had to be done. She felt herself tighten around him, and she continued with her quiet moans of pleasure. She had almost forgot how good it felt to be with him, but now she remembered everything perfectly. Not once did she slow or alter her movements. She was so lost in the moment, and so madly in love with him, she had lost control of herself. Elizabeth gently kissed his neck, and trembled at his touch. She was still trying her best to pleasure him, and she wouldn't stop until she knew that she had given him her all, and pleased him.