Escaping the Island

Seleste and Gwendolyn walked along the port bars looking for a way off the island. "Are you sure it's safe here, Seleste?"

Seleste shook her head, "Outside of your walls there's no where safe. But I do have a friend with one of the smuggling ships. She started out as one of my mistress' trainees as well, but she didn't like the life of a thief...so she went into smuggling. She said the sea was in her blood. Excellent with a sword as well. Mistress taught me to steal, but Joa taught me to fight. I'm not as good as she, but if the feces hits the fan, stand behind me and make sure you have my back covered."

"Seleste, I'm a princess. I've watched my older brothers learn to fight, and I've picked up a thing or two." Gwendolyn said, reaching out to squeeze her lovers hand.

"I know, but...watching someone train, and even the training itself is very, very different from actual fighting. Your opponent is not trying to score a point, or follow rules, he'll be looking injure severely. In both our cases they'd probably try to **** us first."

"But I'm..."

"At the moment, my love...you are no higher than me. In this area you are fresh meat, and I don't want to see you ground down. When we are on the ship Joa is captaining you can be the princess again...out here please follow my lead." Seleste said, concern evident in her voice.

"Okay, no problem. We can't be giving ourselves away. What does Joa look like?"

"She's not that hard to spot. First of all she's a Norsewoman. Tall and fair of skin. Muscular for a woman, but still decidedly a lady."

"Big breasts than?"

"Before you, I never really noticed our gender in that manner. But...well...yes rather large."

"Bigger than mine?"

"Yes, my lady, bigger than yours, though you are shorter than she, so they'd look about that same size."

"Ah...and you say she's that captain? What's the ships name?"

"Changes weekly. She's a smuggler remember. But it's usually a flower of some sort. Last time I did business with her it was The Primrose. Perhaps today it is Dancing Violet, or some such..."

"How about The Rose Thief?" Gwendolyn asked staring at a ship that rode low in the water.

Seleste stopped and looked at the sloop. "Could be. Let's go see."

The pair walked up to the ship and were about to walk up the ramp when a voice stopped them, "Seleste! I've not seen you in two months! Where have you been?"

The two looked up the ramp to see a tall norsewoman standing with her hands on her hips, legs spread wide. Her ships tunic was undone to mid breast bone, and her tight white pants really didn't hide anything from an ardent observer. Which both Seleste and Gwendolyn were now.

"I've been around Joa. Around. I've a favor to ask of you."

"Anything, anything. Come aboard now!"