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Steampunk Pirate Short Story (Teaser)

So, yes i do very well know Ive been a terrible bloggy boggster and neglected every inch of this, but i am back! (in black! {shout out to Glee!} watch it, its good!)  so Ive finally come back to my Lovely Pirate Capitan and his crew...here is a little teaser for it. I have improved considerably from when I first wrote it! Enjoy!

Olivia Deredus Pike

June 19, 1901

The Lady Marvelous careened left. I awoke in a sheet on the freezing hard wood floor of the captain’s cabin. I stood and rubbed the back of my head.

“Ow.” I yawned.

 Climbing back into the warmth of the bed I ignored how I came to be on the floor and concentrated on melting the icy pain that had taken up residence on my spine. I shuffled closer to the warm body on the other side of me and slipped my arm under his. I paused, my eyes widening, I jumped from the bed with my recently acquired sheet-toga. I swore in a whisper & tied up my cherry locks trying to recall the events of last night that landed me here in bed with the very person I happen to despise.

A boom echoed throughout the ship and resounded inside the armored cabin. The sheets had a spasm attack.

“Bloody hell! What was that?” Henry exclaimed, but thankfully at that very moment the door slammed against the wall.

“Captain! We’re being pursued sir.”

“Yes I think I’ve noticed!” he began pulling on his trousers.

Mary stood in the doorway, mortified at my presence and was pointedly looking away from Henry as he dressed. She didn’t speak to me, or make any suggestions that I was there. But as Henry shrugged on his fur coat and leapt through the door, she shot me a crippled look and left. I quickly got dressed, slipped on my corset and my leather pants, Strapped on my pistol holster. And by another explosion I had buttoned up my boots and slipped inside my coat, even though yesterday we had made port in mild Paris.

 I stepped off the last stair from the decks below. Another blast filled my ears. The cold sting of frosted decking flooded my nervous system. I peeled my cheek from the frosted surface in time to see cannon balls fly over the rigging. And end in a cataclysmic blow in the port side railing, barely missing the fore and main mast. I jumped to my feet; the landscape around the chaos was rocky and snowcapped with vast masses of evergreen below. I soon recognized the Alps in the distance. Another blast flooded my ears, I dropped to the deck. My attention was drawn to the smoking broadside engine; the main deck was over-run with crew members scrambling to repair the sputtering and now flaming engine. Others were hopelessly firing the cannons, we were far out of range, and unfortunately the pursuer had higher caliber artillery. It had not flown any colours, not of the military or Regime variety; this fact worried us the most.

 The Lady Marvelous had been on the run from the Regime for months. Henry had offended the Il Hakim While we had stopped in Syria. The Regime is the main Piratical Power in the Euro-Middle Eastern region. They have ports and spies all across Europe and trading routes that stretch to the Far East, Australia and back. The ship tipped to the right. A roar of startled screams and the grinding of cannon wheels. My vision tilted 30 degrees I was now sliding towards the railing. We had lost the Broadside engine and would soon lose altitude. I clasped a ratline and steadied myself against the daunting tilt of the ship itself. Shouting encompassed the slowly quickening blasts from the unmarked ship. I looked back, startled at how close it was, nearly 200 feet, and its colours were a mortifying sight.

A grappling hook landed with a murderous thud on the main deck railing. Silence filled the air as we slowly reached for our cutlasses, pistols, rifles and other weapons that happened to dominate the hand to hand combat scene. There was an up roar across the twenty-some feet between the Aeronaut Ship. Our pursuer wasn’t any old Aeronaut lord. This ship belonged to a most infamous Pirate, this was the ship of the merciless marauder Bloody Bill Roquet. More grappling hooks hashed their way into the weather beaten and frost caked railing. I drew, loaded and cocked my pistol. The Pirates swung across. Snow began to fall. I aimed. Bodies clashed. I fired. The world suddenly sped up; bodies mingled and danced in the way of death, men with spears jabbed, more shots fired, and the never ending stream of cannon fire kept me alert. Blood pooled at my feet. I ran forward to meet the frenzy.

I landed on the Foxhound, both ship’s crew encroached on either side.  You could be slashing at anyone, no, the crew of the Foxhound had mean grime about them their hair, teeth, clothes and even their speech had a gritty cruelty that marked every aspect of their character. I found a fallen cutlass and sliced through another group of enemy crew. An ominous crack loomed over the fighting.  I turned back to the Lady Marvelous she was in fact loosing altitude and would soon be lost to swarming sea of pine and mountainous rock. I was suddenly pushed to the bloody deck of the Foxhound. A foot landed on my back.

“Oi! Go’ another one! A raspy cockney accent filtered through the smart clang of metal and the ongoing ballad of death. I soon realized I was to be taken prisoner, or worse. I began kicking with all the might I could muster as they tried to shackle my wrists. My fear and personal resolve was the only thing keeping me kicking. I swung out with my borrowed sword and an uppercut was landed to my stomach. A pinch nipped at my wrist then a sickening clang, I peered down at my writs startled at the contrast of pale almost perpetual white skin against the black grime and wear of the irons.

The line of ‘loot’ stood against the railing of the enemy airship. Crew members stood watch over the bloodied, shivering, and battered faithful members of Lady Marvelous’ crew. The cabin boy was running errands; most others were watching us like the vultures I saw in Libya, waiting for a small wildebeest to collapse in the heat. I skipped from face to face of the cruel-looking beings. I have also noticed that I am the only person is shackles, I discreetly go down the line of my comrades, I check off Mary and Henry, somehow she had come out of this looking the least trampled on, Henry sportingly wore a black eye and had his own personal guard, who took great pride in beating the life of the poor man. The line of us kept steely faces, as the clunking of heavy boots traveled across the deck. A tall man with, a heavy brow, a long nose and a severe air of arrogance passed up and down the row, calling off orders in eloquent French. Behind him scuttled a dark featured man, His Inky hair was set in curls wildly about his brow and his rather pointed mustache and goatee resembled Satan himself, his step was off and unusually springy, but my attention was soon ripped from the man at his right when he stopped and turned on his heel to face us.

“Welcome, Aboard.” He stated in clumsy and accent heavy English. “I must inform you, I am not one to keep my spoils.” A wicked smirk crept up his lips. “But I do not neglect easily…” He trailed off into laughter and called to his crew in a line of ominously beautiful French  A cluster of leering crew members fell forward, shoving, prodding, and manhandling their way below to the brig.

I sat in a corner and tried to pull off the iron cuffs that still graced my now bruised wrists. The hum of the engines in the bowels of the Foxhound kept me awake. It was now about three am.

We sat in that bloody cell for days; it has been a week to the day since we have seen Henry. Mary almost cries herself to sleep every night; she won’t utter a word to anyone, let alone me. I ignore her insufferable sobbing, and try to calculate the time.  I wonder what has become of my small floating home since the attack, and it suddenly reminds me of my father. I say a short prayer to him and cross myself. I lost my father four years ago; I had received the news of his death at my aunt’s residence when I was 13. I see it like yesterday; my father was the center and soul of my universe. I remember the feeling when I read that dreaded telegram. Like someone had removed the floor and my stomach had leapt into my heart. I resurfaced into reality when the hatch door swung open with a screech. There was a jumble of French and laughter as they carried a man down the stairs and threw him into the cell next to ours. I only realized it was Henry as they opened mine. He Looked tortured, Clothes stained, cuts across his tanned skin, and bruised almost beyond recognition. Scooting over I leaned against the geometric outline of the bars.

“What in Bloody Queen Vicky’s name is going on?” I questioned the weary looking sack of potatoes that I usually consider my superior. He sent me a warning glance through his black eye. His high cheekbones were red and purple streaked and I noticed his nose had been hastily set, probably by himself.

“What Have I told you about taking her name-“

“-In vain? I am terribly sorry, I remember nothing, haven’t we discussed that?” he grumbled something unintelligible; I prodded him with my elbow. A hiss of pain escaped from his chapped lips....

And that is all I have edited so far, dear lovelys do comment for such! 

Happy Valentines!

Mona Lisa Marie

Mona Lisa Marie

The Prison gate.

FANTASTIC!

this is really fantastic.....the PTAD of course...hehe...honestly i need the picture for polyvore yay!

Abigail Adams
A Profound activist for Women's Rights.
and HBO star, hahah

-UP AND COMING- *STORY*

I am supposed to write a short story:
First thing my mind goes to: Sky pirates (yeah...i know)
2nd thing my mind goes to a name: Olivia Pike (protagonist)
3rd thing: *DANG IT*
SO i ignore my third thought (i know nothing of sky pirates)..but practice makes perfect right? and besides I'm now reading the Leviathan series by Scott Westerfeld...which is so much about steampunk and air ships its crazy *which is a good thing*
SO i have zero story..at the moment but i do have 4 characters:

Olivia Pike:
Played by: unknown
Age: 17

The story opens and she is on the sky ship...and it turns out she has slept (oh dear) with the captain, (In her eyes, a pompous and arrogant man) a drunk, who is prone to fits of rage and is labeled a dreamer. Olivia happens to despise him. I don't know yet how she arrives on the Lady Marvelous, but she comes from a middle class military family and has recently lost her father to war.

Hernando 'Henry' Caspian Guiltier:
Played by: Jake Gyllenhaal
Age: 24

The Aeronaut, Captain Hernando 'Henry' Guiltier is a notorious, for lack of a better word, pirate, even at 24 he rules most of the euro-Atlantic and an edge of the Mediterranean. He was brought up on the seas and in the air. Henry acquired the Lady Marvelous in and air raid off the coast of Spain. His crew is not typical in sort. They are in fact quite superstitious, but not one to commit mutiny. He knows little of his past. Only that his mother was of Spain and his father of France is deceased, but known the older piratical community as a powerful and rapturous man.

Mary Kathleen Rider:
Played by: Zooey Deschanel
Age: 21

Before Olivia came aboard she was Henry's main companion (very much like a sister to him) she is completely indifferent to Olivia's presence aboard the Lady Marvelous, so she says anyway, she is German but spent almost all of her life in London.She and Henry were thrown together at a very young age and they rather depend on each other. Sometime he more than she.

Name: William 'Bloody Bill' Roquet
Age: 38
played by: Ralph Fiennes



He is in his mid to late thirties or very early forties, Is the most infamous pirate in the Mediterranean. He grew up on high seas.....

Hope to enjoy!
-Admin