Random Perfections of the Day

Part 3: link

Tassja_g's turn again!


Port Royal, Jamaica, circa 1690

“Put me down you….you brute!”

“Sorry miss,” the voice belonging to the hulking body over whose shoulder Guinevere was unceremoniously flung sounded almost apologetic, “Captain’s orders. We’re taking you on board.”

On board?

She cursed the blindfold over her eyes. If she wasn’t a well-bred young woman, schooled in elegance and manners as befits the niece of Commodore Uther, Gwen would have cursed out loud.

She could hear men shouting, and the unmistakable clang of metal. Maybe her Uncle’s men would succeed. Maybe...