|No Man or Woman Left Behind
Author: julia stone PM
Pirate/royalty story. Some fighting, some romance, and some sea dogs. Have fun. Be kind, this is my first story on this site.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 1,461 - Published: 04-26-12 - id: 3017141
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"Okay, there will be four guards in front of the prince's chamber. Casey and I will go in, while you four distract the guards and get them out of the way," I said.
A chorus of "Aye, captain" came to my ears and made me smile.
"Alright, this will be our most famous heist. We cannot fail and we will not fail," I nearly yelled to get them excited, and I achieved that. They yelled in great excitement.
"To the long boats!"
My crew did as they were told. The amount of girls that were coming was enough to fill only one boat. We rowed in silence until we got to a sewer hole. This was our way into the castle.
The trash-filled sewer, though disgusting, was a gift. Going underground kept us from having to fight so many guards and warning every single person in the entire palace of our being there. A single ladder led up into the castle. Once inside, we were able to make it up four stories without being discovered; it took some time, but we managed. We finally turned a corner, only to four men, standing in front of one door: we had made it. But we still had to get past the guards.
"Everyone clear on the plan?" I asked. Everyone nodded.
My first mate, Casey, and I had to backtrack, to come back to the princes' corridor.
I heard one of my crew members yell for help, and the clanking of four men running in armor. Now it was our turn. The door unlocked, so we just walked in. The two eighteen year-old princes looked so peaceful in their sleep, but, oh well. We slipped pills in their mouths to keep them asleep while we took them back to the ship.
Some time ago, we found a secret tunnel from the princes' room back to the sewer. By then, the other four girls were back to help us, because really, two girls could not carry two men back to our ship. Even with the girls, we had to half carry, half drag them through the tunnel. It wasn't so bad through the musty old tunnel, but I felt a tiny bit bad for them in the sewer (trash went up the back of their shirts, oops). But after a long trip, we finally made it to our long boat. Then it was a straight row there.
As we steered the ship away, warning bells were ringing, but they were too late; they couldn't catch us now.