Chapter 1
Taken Hostage

Thistle had ordered his crew to hide inside the mist for a hidden attack. It always caught the enemy off guard. When "Poseidon's Maiden" was close enough to the "Muse's Voice" his crew charged. Thistle stayed back, watching over his men. He wasn't one to hurry himself unless necessary. He chewed the thumb of his glove in habit, He did this when excited or nervous. Right now his excitement empowered his whole being. While watching the happenings, Thistle's eyes seemed to glance ever so often at the commanding lady on the ship; she fought with so much vigor, that much he could say for her. She used a queer sort of spear; it was oddly shaped and made of a peculiar material. He continued his watch over the ship as the battle started to become intense.

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Siren was beyond pissed, 'How dare these filthy, worthless, vile brutes attack my ship!' she thought as her anger boiled and coursed strongly though her veins. She fought man after man to protect her ship and crew, her spear causing some fatal damage. Suddenly Jacob, who had been in the galley to fetch his most prized toy, a wooden sword, ran out on deck. He ran joyously towards Siren, naively ignoring the danger he was in. "Cap'n" his childish voice cried out, his hand clasped around the toy sword. Siren turned her head towards Jacob, fear in her eyes. "Jacob go back my bo-" her sentence was cut short as the pirate took the distraction as an opening. With his blade he sliced her side, Jacob stopped, his eyes wide in horror. As Siren fell to her knees, her hand clasping her wound, Jacobs eyes turned to the pirate that had stabbed his adoptive mommy. With his teeth clenched he ran at the man, starting to kick and hit him with all his might. “You ..You evil pirate man you killed the captain, you hurt my friend, MY MOMMY...DIE!” Jacob continued his assault as he started to hit the man with his toy sword that was tightly held in his little hand. The man soon became annoyed of this treatment and thrust his blade to the hilt in the fragile boys chest. Thus making the young boy stiffen and his hands wrap around his injury as he fell. Siren's head flew up at the sound of Jacobs gasp. She cried out and slowly crawled to her adopted sons fallen body holding him close to her breast. “Jacob ...please be okay ..my sweet child be brave.” Jacob smiled weakly up at her “ I am brave cap'n, I see my first mommy ......she wants me to come home ...can I go home cap'n ..can I?” His reply came out weakly as Siren tried to hold back her tears as she replied “ Yes my boy go home, be happy ...I love you ..my sweet Jacob.” She kissed his brow as his eyes drifted close, his passing sealed with a smile on his lips. Siren stood as her wound healed oddly as if it melted away. Her eyes turned to the pirate, her ocean blue iris' now a demonic glowing red, showing the pain and hatred she felt at the moment. Her arm lifted as she glared at the enemy, her spear flew from it's discarded place and into her hand. She grasped it tightly, glaring menacingly at the pirate before who seemed shocked from her sudden change in action. Without warning she plunged her spear relentlessly into the mans body, before moving through man to man killing them without a second thought. Empowered by her taste for a vendetta, to be payed in full with the blood of those who defiled her ship with their unwanted presence.

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Thistle at first felt pity for the child but that pity lasted no further when he saw the now crazed women, killing his men one by one without mercy. He sneered in disdain his golden eyes flashing in anger. “ How dare that idiotic wench kill my men, she'll pay for this act I'm sure.” He raced towards the ropes and, with one held tightly in his hands, swung across landing on the deck of the “Maidens Voice.” He searched for the wench, stalking closer and closer until her blood smeared face came into his view. When he got a better look at her she was deep in a battle with a crew mate of his. 'Whats his name....? Who cares she's distracted' He creeped closer towards her until his pistol was against her back and his arm secured around her neck. 'She's a fierce fighter...so she might either be an important member or the Captain of this ship's wench.' He smiled smugly at his own genius and leaned towards her ear, to speak his orders for only her to hear. “Concede and I let you and the crew live.” The woman squirmed in his grasp as she tried to get herself free “ Never in my lifetime!” she hissed at him. He looked at his surroundings and grinned “ You seem to have no other choice wench, my crew has yours pathetically outnumbered.” What he said was true the crew of the “Muses Voice” was dwindling slowly but surely, as each member were starting to lose their strength as well as their battles. Still they fought on with great determination until Thistle spoke “HALT! No one move! I am Captain Black Thistle and I wish to speak to this ship's higher command, your Captain if you don't mind, which one of you low lives is in command of this vessel?” A man stepped foreword his hazel eyes glared at Thistle in a domineering way. “ I, Antony Steels am in charge here, now what is your purpo ...” The man known as Antony was interrupted by the lady that Thistle held captive. “Shut yer Trap Antony and let the Cap'n speak for them self!” Antony frowned at her disapprovingly, “Siren I'm in charge while the captain is preoccupied and you my dear Siren seem pretty damn preoccupied to me.”
Siren scowled in contempt “A whee set back I assure you” she replied as again she twisted and turned in Thistle's grasp to escape. Her efforts were for not as Thistle held to her tightly. “Wait wait wait...” He looked at the lass in his arms with a cocked brow and unbelieving look to his handsome features. “You mean to tell me that...ye..a Wench are the Cap'n of this vessel?!” The lady Siren sighed and replied back, her teeth clenched tightly as if to bite a finger in two “Aye, I am the Captain, Captain Siren Marina to yer callin.” Thistle's grin grew at the sound of her reply 'A female cap'n this is to easy for me to bear.'

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Siren hated being in such a vulnerable position,'by an ass of a pirate cap'n no less, how humiliating!' She soon felt the warm breath of her captor near her ear. He spoke softly, his voice was husky and lulling to the senses, a shiver ran up her spine at the thought. His voice would have soothed her 'If I was a submissive simpering wench that is.' His words,unlike his voice was the real reason she stayed stern to him. “ Come with me peacefully and I'll be gracious enough to let your crew live, Resist and I'll blow your ship, crew and yerself to Davy Jones' dinner table,Savvy?” Siren clenched her jaw as she came to the conclusion that it was the best decision to make, 'I could never risk them dieing from such circumstance, I have already lost my son I can not risk losing my family and friends as well!' With this thought in mind she did what she had to , she declared surrender. “Very well I submit, now as promised let my crew go free.” Antony growled menacingly “Cap'n you better not be...” Siren turned her head and glared at him “Do not question this Captains orders Savvy, Now stand down Antony!” He kept his ground his mouth now in a tight line, Siren's glare intensified “I said Stand Down' now listen this shall be the last and most direr order I make,so please don't make this more difficult then it already is. This my dear crew is a surrender and as so I want all of you to pull away,this the last battle for this cap'n but I've had a good run,be good,be safe, and keep strong. Follow my orders and follow them well Captain Siren out.”

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Thistle rolled his eyes at the display “ Oh how touching Wah wah Boo hoo and all that drama, now hurry it up Miss Ca-pi-tan” he said mockingly. He pulled Siren to the ship's edge his grip never loosing from his captive. The lady turned her head towards him, her face in a blood chilling scowl. “You really are a heartless breed of filth are you not?” He just let the remark slide for now he would teach her better after they were off her ship and safe aboard his own. Stopping at the ships starboard side and grabbing both of Sirens wrists he started to tie her wrists , with a spare piece of rope that he had required from his person, together tightly behind her back with the bindings. He turned his head towards his crewmen to give them orders, as he continued to tighten and strengthen the binding to insure that she remained in captivity. “ Tie up the crew but leave the second in command to steer them to safety” as he finished his orders he wrapped his arm securely around her waist pulling her body towards his. He looked down into her eyes 'if looks could kill ' he relished in his mind and he gripped her tighter against his chest. “Don't you dare let go lass” he sneered as grabbed a hold of another rope and swung the both of them across the sea and onto the “ Poseidon's Maiden.”

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Siren held herself close to Thistle, scowling to herself 'why can't he just slit my throat and get my death over with?' When they landed safely on the ship Siren tried to tear herself away from Thistle, but he just pulled her flush against his body. Siren glared up at him as Thistle nonchalantly smirked back his golden eyes glinting in mischief, but as the sounds of groans reached Sirens ears her eyes became averted from Thistle charming yet irritating face to the bow of the “Muses Voice.” Siren watched in grief as her beloved crew were thrown carelessly into the life boats, then lowered down into the sea. 'At least they are safe ' she contemplated as one by one the crew of “ Poseidon's Maiden” returned to their beloved ship. When all were accounted for Thistle raised his arm, the crew paid close attention as Thistle swiftly brought it down, as if it 'twere an ax and he the executioner proudly cleaved it into the air. He then barked a word,one word that made Sirens blood run cold, his lips parted and Siren felt that time had slowed as she watched the word fall from them. “FIRE!!” he cried. The ropes that had held her wrists fell neatly to the ground, still tied tight as if untouched. Her arms now released from their bounds, fell rigid at her sides, her hands clenched in tight fists.

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Thistle pleased with the outcome of this day turned to his crew, his face wore a grin wide in satisfaction. “Gather what you can that remains of the vessel” He ordered. He then turned to Siren, his face reflecting that of a man who has tasted the sweetest of victories. He then assessed her now free self and seemed disturbed by the glare that she seethed at him, with a loathing as deep as the sea. He kept a calm face and nonchalantly cocked his brow as he let out a curious “What?”

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Siren scowled as her glare intensified “You..you..you vile.” she seethed but Thistle just smirked and brought his finger in front of her face replying “ah ah ah remember lass your words effect that of your crews fate.” Sirens lips sealed tight at his words but her glare held fast. Thistle just snorted and released her to watch his men in peace. The crewmen, as soon as they finished getting what they could of the remains of the “Muse's Voice” went back to their assigned jobs. Siren stared off to the sea and when she could no longer see her beloved crew, she spun on her heel and faced Thistle in a rage that hell could not have outshone. She stormed right up to him and pushed him up against the wall, prodding her finger into his chest as she spoke. “You sir, are the most disgustingly vile and in despicable man I have ever had the misfortune of laying eyes upon!!”

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Thistle at first seemed shocked by this sudden event, then he just calmed himself and stared her into the ocean blue's that she called her eyes. “oh really” he replied as he placed both his hands upon her fragile shoulder and smirked. Then without warning, Thistle kissed the lass soundly then threw her away from his person. He bowed mockingly and answered “Thank you kindly lass.” He straightened is persona and looked out at his crew “Now Cut Throat and Razor fish take the lady to her new living quarters.
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Siren seethed as the two men stepped forward and took their places at her side. She took one last look at the Captain and spat in his face. “I hope you burn in the seven hells you were reaped in , You monster!” Thistle scowled wiping the saliva from his face and raising his hand to slap her. Siren held her head high with a glare, that was daring him to lay a finger upon her again. He growled in disdain “Watch your tongue wench or else!” He lowered his hand as the two men grabbed her by the arms and led her away. Thistle then smirked wiping his hand on the back of a crew mates shirt. “She'll be fun to break” he said as he walked calmly to the wheel of the ship. “ Poseidon's Maiden” was in for the ride of her life!