Fury Like The Sea

Hey all, just a little something that came to me, If you all like it I'll continue it along with War. It won't be updated as regularly, but will give me a fresh breath of air from time to time if you all aprove of it. So plz tell me what you think!




"You had better let me go or I'll slice off your balls you ignorant ass wipe!"

The guard held tightly to Naomi's arm, despite her cries of fury. She had NEVER been captured, never. And this time had fallen into the hands of the King's Guards when trying to steal food of all things. She had pick pocketed nobles, broken into rich homes to take family jewels, was even hired by a very powerful man and killed his bastard son for him. But no she was caught stealing food. The guard dragged her to a post driven deeply into the ground. It was tall, too tall for her to even think of slipping her bonds over. Her bound wrists were tied fast to the wood and he left her there without a word. She knew he was angry from her name calling, she grinned and challenged herself to make him stop in his tracks.

"Hey dick-weed, you've obviously never had to handle a woman before!" His fists balled but he didn't stop, if anything he walked faster.

"You shouldn't be embarrassed by your dick! I'm sure your whore loves it!"

He stopped walking but didn't turn to face her; it was probably best he didn't. A wide grin spread across Naomi's face as she watched him take a few deep breaths and walk away. She laughed out loud and hoped he could hear her thrilled banter. The clouds overhead blocked out the sun, they had threatened the city all day and now decided to open up and let the rain fall. She sighed as the fat drops quickly went to work soaking her clothes.

"Karma is a bitch isn't it?" An old stable hand walked by laughing in a choked rumble. She grimaced at him, clearly not pleased with his words.

"Go jerk yourself off someplace else old man." He tisked his tongue at her and came closer to her. She lifted her chin at him and hardened her gaze. She wasn't going to be pushed around by some old bastard son of a fatherless whore.

"Such a mouth on such a pretty girl."

His hand reached out and stroked her cheek she clenched her teeth and waited for his hand to near her mouth. She smiled evilly at him and bit down hard on his fingers, when he finally tore them away from her blood was running down his hand. He stared at her with fury and she stared back at him with untamed wildness. Blood was smeared across her pretty lips and down her chin. Her green eyes held nothing but malice over her high cheekbones. Her long brown hair was soaked and sticking to her forehead and neck making a path for the rivulets of water now pouring over her. Despite her attitude and larger than life temper she was small for her age, her frame looked almost delicate despite her wardrobe. Her shirt wasn't really a shirt at all, but a long thick scrap of white linen wrapped tightly about her body, her middle showed but her shoulders were covered by a too long black leather jacket. She had the collar flipped up to hide some of her skin and the sleeves were folded up to accommodate her small frame. Skintight thin black leather gloves covered her hands up to the middle of her forearms. She wore a short green linen skirt that fell short of her long jacket that was actually a mans. Her boots were very out of place with the rest of her mismatched wardrobe. They were military boots of hard dark leather with metal shin armor strapped to her calves. The old stable hand glared at her with his teeth clenched.

"You little wretch, someone should teach you a lesson." She smiled at him, venom dripped from her words as she leaned towards him, unafraid of the man.

"Maybe you should pack a lunch and bring some help before you start throwing threats old man."

She lifted her chin at him as he drew back his hand to strike her. She closed her eyes expecting the blow but opened them when the strike didn't connect. She was thrown off tilt for only a split second. The stable hand that had been all anger before her only seconds ago was kneeling on the wet ground, completely terrified and at complete submission. A very powerful noble of the king was the cause of this reaction, standing before the man and showing no mercy to him. He was very finely dressed, luxurious jewels covered his waistcoat like the rain droplets. If her hands weren't tied he would be missing a few.

"You should know better than to pet the animals Julian, go inside and tend to your hand."

She glared at the noble as her previous tormenter left only to be replaced by a new one. And this one had help; two guards accompanied him, though that shouldn’t surprise her. Nobles very rarely ever did anything for themselves.

"I'm not an animal, unlike some of your guards. Leaving me out in the rain like this, it's rude." He noble snorted at her words; if looks could kill he would be dead.

"On the contrary little girl, you're very much an animal. One count of murder, six counts of burglary, thirty-seven counts of assault, and countless amounts of other minor crimes. That sounds very much like a little dirty animal to me, a very troublesome one at that." He leaned in close to her and took a long drawn sniff. He wrinkled his nose at her mockingly as she hoped he would get closer, she'd bite his nose off in a heartbeat.

"You smell like the trash you are you little bitch." She smiled at him, almost kindly but something cold was underlying in her gaze.

"Really? Because I caught a whiff of you too and you smell like you've had that whore from the Tramp Inn, you know she has diseases don't you? The kinds that make your dick fall off." His lips tightened in a tense frown, she threw her head back and laughed at his hard expression.

"Don't feel bad, when it falls off you won't have to take herbs to make it larger anymore." His fists balled at her words but he didn't strike her, she snickered at his stiff features.

"Untie her and take her to the cart, I'm tired of looking at this garbage."

She stared at him, trying to challenge him with her eyes but he turned and walked away from her as the guards untied her from the post and took her arms. She didn't struggle too much but didn't make the trek easy for them either. She kept her mouth shut though, she needed to concentrate. She knew where she was going; she had to figure out a way out of her tight fit she had created for herself by being captured. There was no way she would go to Shark Island without a fight. The men took her to a small crude cart; she crawled in with some help, thankful for the protection from the rain. The guards locked the door behind her and climbed into the driver's seat. They were moving quickly, she decided they were in a hurry for some reason. Maybe the storm would cause the boat to delay another day? They flew across the city, she didn't bother to watch the scenery, she knew the city inside and out like the back of her hand. She had to in order to survive. She had been alone in the city since she was a child, Naomi couldn't remember the last time life was fair to her.

She decided that whatever had happened to her family was traumatic; her mind wouldn't let her remember before she was alone. She ran with a small gang of children for most of her young life. But as she grew older it seemed silly for her to share her findings with the others. She left the gang, as every older child does, and made her way on her own. She listened as the guards screamed their warnings to those they nearly ran over, never would they slow. It was thundering now, the storm was brewing itself up and they didn't want to have to keep her over night. She listened to the ocean slap against the harbor, the sound of the cartwheels hitting wood and coming to a stop. She could smell the ocean spray and the stench of dying fish from the fisherman's boats. The guards quickly unlocked her door and pulled her out into the rain again, she struggled lightly against their grip, testing their patience but they rushed her down the dock towards the familiar boat at the end. It was black, everything was black, the sails the wood the deck, everything. It was the prisoner boat, a funeral ship for those damned to the fate on Shark Island. Fear finally slipped into her, she wasn't going to have a chance to escape. Her feet froze and she stumbled as the guards dragged her along. Her spine went ridged and she pulled back but with her hands tied she could do little to break their grasps. It was time to get desperate. She jerked her elbow, alerting one of the guards to her rising panic as she lifted her arm as best as she could and stuck him across the jaw with her elbow. The other tried to restrain her when she kneed him hard in the groin. He dropped, his face turning a strange color as he vomited onto the wet dock. The other regained himself in time to catch her arm, she whirled and the side of her head connected with his nose. Blood spurted down his face as stars danced across her vision. She tried to run but her knees wanted to buckle beneath her, maybe it wasn't such a good idea to use her head. She stumbled and went to her knees as she felt a pair of large strong hands take her shoulders and pull her to her feet. It wasn't a guard, but a fisherman. She felt a cry of some sort float up her throat as he threw her over his shoulder and carried her towards her doom. She wanted to struggle, thought of a hundred ways she could get him to drop her, but her body didn't want to work anymore, her vision slowly began to fail until everything was black.

There u go! Now R&R pwetty pweese!