Come What Mayflower

"Your majesty I feel I must advice you, her majesty the queen will be very upset if you depart." The nine foot tall woman hurried followed behind king James the sixth, her demeanor and pace conveyed ill ease and urgency. James of course had a more sure footed and angry posture. He stomped his foot and turned around startling his poor advisor, his stern expression softened

"Then that's her problem isn't it, Sandra!" James was still angry but Sandra could tell he wasn't mad at her. He turned back and resumed his walk down the road through the main streets, many women around him hard at work stopping to bask in awe of the king of England, rarely they got to see him, his wife Anne of Denmark fiercely protective of him, issuing double the normal number of royal guards to keep him safe. Though any man could tell you no man was ever assassinated in the history of the royal family, it was still expected of them to guard him with your lives. Many of the women tried to offer their goods to the king but he was determined to reach his destination

Sandra continued behind him, eying the crowds making sure no one tried to nab the king for herself. She adjusted her decorative glasses and composed herself "If I may ask... what is it that troubles you about the queen?" Sandra asked. Though it was considered out of line for her to question the king like this James cared not for such traditions and invited challenge to his legitimacy, craving resistance and the chance to prove himself. Sandra knew this was a safe bet to let her continue her part pursuit part protection of the man she swore her life to

James stopped and pointed to a sign on a rather large bar. The architects made sure to put a sign with a happy chicken on it along with the name "Why that's Ballsmith's butchery." Sandra said confidently. James pointed to another building this one a picture of a spool of thread and needle "Vera's clothing" and finally James pointed to a building with nails and a hammer "Elizabeth's building company" Sandra said feeling like she was missing something.

James nodded "Are you completely sure that's what those businesses are called?" James asked sounding genuine.

Sandra looked confused "Um... I believe so your majesty. Those are in fact what they are called." Sandra said trying to find what this had to do with the matter at hand. James nodded mutter with some noises of satisfaction

Then James shrugged and turned around continuing to walk "I suppose I can't argue with your assessment. As I don't know how to read." James said matter of factly

Sandra was floored by this "Y-you don't? Your majesty?" Sandra asked in shock, to hear her patriarch, the man sitting on the throne of her nation just admitted to illiteracy

"Of course. Men don't learn how to read. Why would the king be any different? Anne does quite like to read to me. If I'm the king of this country then why am I not free to learn what I wish?" James asked

Sandra scrambled for any kind of response she could make. She knew James was never made to labor or face hardship but this realization of his confinements baffled the endowed advisor "Y-your majesty if I may... I would be willing to teach you how to read if you so desire." Sandra said softly, it was quite different for her to be a position to offer something to James besides an opinion.

"You don't know you are the first to make that proposal are you?" James said almost bitterly "You think I don't know you're job is nothing more than to make me feel important? Do you really think I don't see my own "court" is a glorified daycare? Her majesty is the one who does everything. I'm simply there for her enjoyment. And she does not enjoy the thought of me being free of her." James sighed "Though if you'd like you make come with me, I really could use the gift of literacy where I'm going." James said pondering the matter over

Sandra followed still trying to find a solution till finally they reached the port. Sandra gulped hard. Right across from the street Sandra and James emerged there was the vast open sea. As with all docks there was a five foot tall rope fence built to keep boys and men from falling, gaps made for each dock and beside one such boat was a crew of seafaring women, but instead of working to load or unload their ship they were each on their very muscular knees as each sailor had a pair of disinterested royal guards with a blade to their necks. Beside the crew who faced at that moment there were also a number of men, each one held in the arms of a guard, though do to massive disparity of ability the guards simply held the men in their arms and spoke casually with them. And standing dead center in front of the dock was Anne of Denmark, even without her crown she was clearly a ruler, a mountainous twenty five foot tall woman with muscles to block out the sun. Looking especially imposing with such vast and dense muscles along with massive pert breasts heaving with a cool air of nobility. Her body adorned with shining plate armor with large pauldrons to make her already massive shoulders look even bigger, underneath she wore heavy chainmail. Her hands in front of her sitting on the hilt of her massive two handed claymore. Her eyes zeroed onto James in less than a second. James continued walking to the dock but before he even reached the bottom of the stairs from the street to the dock Anne lifted her sword and pointed with trained precision to stop James with a blade larger than he was "James, I have forbidden you. You will not set foot on this ship. I command it." Anne said solemnly. Sandra felt the color drain from her. James however stood defiantly returning Anne's cold gaze with an aggravated stare. Anne lifted her blade overhead and cleaved the road beside them "LEAVE!!!" She commanded before pointing the blade at him once more. But James remained unyielding. Sandra fighting all her instincts to grab James and rush him to safety, knowing he would never forgive her for that. James crossed his arms and it was subtle, Anne's sword arm was trembling. James tapped his foot before finally speaking up

"You're in my way." He said not like he would a queen but a servant.

Anne dropped her blade and fell to her knees bowing her head, her massive crown falling off and rolling away from her "PLEASE DON'T GO!!! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!!! DON'T GO!!! I DON'T WANT YOU TO GET HURT OUT THERE!!!" Anne cried profusely. James rolled his eyes, he walked to Anne and kissed her brow as he walked around her, Sandra following behind him in befuddlement.

James approached the crew still facing the ends of blades "Release my crew and the rest of the passengers. Now." James said coldly. The guards of the crew with drew their swords with trained elegance, but the guards lucky enough to "arrest" the men looked wounded as they were to let the men free, feeling a piece of themselves leave with the men they were to relinquish. "Captain Rachel, this is Sandra, my advisor. She'll be coming with. Will that be a problem?" James asked

Rachel, a ten foot tall woman with long black hair stood back to her feet rubbing the spot the blade was resting against her as she spoke "Not at all, James." Rachel said casually

"K-king! James to y-" Before Sandra could continue her reprimand James put his hand on her thigh stopping her instantly

"I'm not going to be king where I'm going, Sandra. If you want to come you have to accept that." James said evenly

Sandra was shocked at the very idea bending down to look him in the eye to see he was deadly serious"But" James opted to cover her mouth with his hand

"Being treated like royalty is the reason I can't be free. I'd rather die free than sit in golden chains." James said casually

It was obvious just the mention of his bothered the women, Rachel stepped in "Well lets hope that neither of those happen. New world doesn't need regicide on its record am I right?" Rachel joked "Ready to go everyone?" The lot of them agreed and the women made quick work of getting the ship out of dock despite the royal army's attempts to anchor it. The measure of which weren't designed to hamper women from departing, as they'd have no trouble getting a ship back, these measure were to stop men plain and simple. As the sails caught the window and the boat creaked, the voyage was serenade by the cries of queen Anne, lamenting her husband's departure. James of course had his chin on the guardrails almost up to his neck, paying her no mind as the boat continued sailing

_"He's not even saying goodbye? I guess his Majesty has his own feelings about her but this just seems cold fo-" _Sandra's thoughts were interrupted as a massive splash followed by a wave shook the boat. Sandra and the rest looked back to their shock Anne had removed her armor and dove into the water, sobbing openly as she swam after their ship

"PLEASE!!! I'LL CHANGE SWEETIE PLEASE!!!" Anne cried, James rolled his eyes and smiled turning back to watch Anne's powerful body slice through the current to keep up with him

"Hon if you want to come fine. But I'm going with or without you." James said remaining aloof. Anne's sobbing pleads deflated into softly crying, bemoaning her current inability to show affection to her beloved.

Sandra looked concerned as she stepped next to James "Are you sure this is a good idea?" She asked worriedly

"What, Anne? Yeah she's swam for days, in her armor to. This is nothing for her." James said confidently. He'd seen (and felt) Anne exerting massive amounts of stamina and endurance in their relationship. But soon enough he saw another ship behind her

"YOUR MAJESTY!!! PLEASE GET OUT OF THE WATER!!!" The Queen's personal ship, which was much larger than the mayflower was following behind them and her crew were feverishly begging her to climb aboard as it was their duty to see her across seafaring expeditions, but their words were lost on her as she was too focused on James