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Ava and The New World Ch. 01

By: Piratess



The door slammed inches from her face, a menacing voice bellowed through the wood,

"Dinner is a six, and by god daughter, you will there and appropriately dressed!"

Ava suppressed an angry scream, tossing her long, tumbling auburn tresses back from her face, stormy green eyes glimmering. 

"This is ridiculous!" she hissed to herself, as she sat on her four poster, floral bed. 

She looked out and could see the snow begin to fall over the French fields, icy winds tapped sporadically at the window. A far cry from her childhood of Barbados.

Ava sprang up angrily and paced the small attic room feeling cooped up like a bird in a tiny cage, muttering

"Arrogant overbearing beast, lord knows I will make him sorry for this!"

Ava was furious. She flopped back onto the bed, tears brimming.

Her father, Lord Anton Moreau was making her marry for money and status, and the wedding was in three days to a complete stranger. And worse, he was a Spaniard. She was meeting her betrothed Mendoza, tonight at dinner. 

She had unsuccessfully escaped the night before. Ava had decided she could stow away on a ship headed for the Caribbean, or anywhere away from this arranged marriage. She had escaped the house to the docks early morning in hope of such luck. Unfortunately for her she was instantly recognised by some of the sailors who promptly returned her home to an angry stepmother and father.

Now she walk locked in the attic room, waiting for the dreaded meeting to come.

"Oh what am I to do," she sobbed desperately into her pillow.

All Ava knew was that this Mendoza, a well travelled Navigator for the Spanish Fleet was at least 17 years her senior, and the only life he knew was the sea. She assumed he was old fashioned, orderly and boring. She had pictured him to be greying haired, wrinkly and totally un-passionate about anything else but himself. How dare they arrange a marriage, she thought. 

"if only my mother were here too see this," Ava whispered painfully.

And what did this man know of her? This was not a life for Ava, who was fiercely head strong and independent, not to mention romantic and adventurous. She had plans to see the world and sow the world she was as good as any man. Marriage had never been high on her agenda, and if she had the choice she wouldn't ever enter into it. 

As a child she grew up in the Caribbean, surrounded with natural splendours, activity of developing colonies and free reign of her home. She grew up with tales of daring pirates, adventurous pioneer women and successful new settlers. Ava loved to out-do anyone especially boys on the islands. She was as good as any archer back in France, fished in the shoals around the islands, and learnt to shoot wild pigs. When she returned to France only 6 months earlier, her Father and new stepmother tried to change her dramatically. No more man style horse riding, shooting or archery and definitely no pants. Ava was not used to layers upon layers of restrictive undergarments, let alone crinoline skirts and billowing gowns. 

There was a soft rap at the door from the maid, "Miss Moreau, I've brought your gown for this evening." 

The door slowly creaked open as the maid peered cautiously around it. Ava rolled over to slowly sit on the bed.

"Its all right Alice, you can come in." Ava sniffed softly, fat tears rolling down her hot cheeks.

Alice shuffled over to Ava, "Oh Miss, don't be like that, everything will work out okay, just wait and see. No come on, let's get you ready."

Alice had been with Ava since she was a little girl, and knew Ava like no one else. She knew of her romantic dreams about love, about her wild streak and voracious temper. She also knew how caged in Ava must've been feeling, from where she lived in the Caribbean and the way she lived before, to this constricted way under her stepmothers guidance in France. But Alice had a feeling that this man was going to be Ava's match. She had heard many tales of this Mendoza from sailors, renown as great adventurer, courageous, and a powerful but harsh leader. 

Ava glanced over to the dress that Alice had laid out. It was stunning; deep V neck ball gown, a wild rainforest green colour with gold flecks through the huge skirt. She sighed; resigned to do her fathers will, but in the depth of her heart she vowed to fight to the end. 

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Mendoza waited uncomfortably in the foyer. It had been a long time since he had worn such a constricting outfit, or been around so called civilised people. He hated the caged in feeling, tight in his chest. He was only 35 this winter, and had loved his life, til now. God! how he wanted to back out on the open seas. To feel the sun on his face and the salt spray sting his skin, to be with his crew and to test the adventure. 

He had been told during the day by some old friends that his betrothed had tried to stow away on one of ships that early morning, and to be wary of her fiery disposition. From local accounts she was rather wild, and rumours she used to hunt and shoot, fish and take part in duels in her hometown. Mendoza wasn't amused for he found had no time for any woman while there was a world to explore, especially gold to be found in the New World. 

He had already defied his King's wishes twice, leaving women at the altar not wishing to enter in such a binding contract to a woman he did not know. To him, they were more trouble and grief than they were worth. There were too many things in this world to discover. But to enable him to discover more of the world he must marry into France, by decree of the King. 

Lord Anton Moreau entered the foyer, welcoming his guest with a sherry. 

"Ah, my daughter is just getting ready sir, she shouldn't be much longer, would you care to accompany me to the dining hall?"

"Certainly Lord Moreau, thankyou. You have a charming place sir, beautiful grounds."

The two men continued the small talk, and walked though to doors to the dining hall.

Ava haltered at the top of the stairs. 

She could hear Mendoza'a voice, echoing through the old house, it seemed to penetrate every fibre of her being, sending a shiver down her spine. She felt the fear uncurl in the pit of her stomach as the reality of what was happening sank in. 

"I can't do this..." She whispered, "I just can't."

"You must Mistress, you have no choice," Alice replied confidently straightening Ava's skirts, and knowingly how handsome he was she encouraged her. "Now go down there and be polite, you don't want to scare him away do you now."

Ava's mind started to tick. 

Yes actually, she thought, yes I do want to scare him away. 

She knew that being wilful and obstinate was not a desirable quality for most gentlemen, so she would be extra untamed tonight. A surge of confidence coursed through her, as she swept purposefully down the stairs.

She stepped into the room and graciously smiled at her stepmother, father and several other guests, friend's of her fathers, as well as many servants. 

She gazed around the room seeking this man she was to marry. She gazed over the guests, - His dark storm blue eyes met with hers glimmering green. Ava stopped in her tracks, her stomach fluttering and her resolve to be thorny quickly dissolved. 

Mendoza's face was cold as he assessed her appearance. Ava was almost breathtaking. Her hair was all shades of fire and autumn leaves; gold, orange and red shimmering in curls down her neck. Mendoza could not help but stare at this young woman. The green gown complimented her beautiful hair and warm caramel tanned skin, her fiery eyes the same green as the gown with gold flecks. Mendoza noticed that her arms were bare; showing beautiful sculpted but toned muscles, unusual for a lady he thought. He cast his eyes back to her face, lingering at her revealing neckline. He stood up, bowing politely at Ava.

He admired her slender but strong waist, the swell of her hips, and his mind raced, imagining her firm thighs beneath the skirts, glancing back at her breasts which were taught against the green bodice. Mendoza tore his look away briefly to still his imagination.

Her father's voice echoed around the room dragging them both to reality, 

"Ah, this is my daughter Ava, and Ava this is the best Navigator to the Spanish Fleet, Mendoza." 

Ava curtsied politely, "Sir," she studied him warily, but his deep ocean blue eyes were captivating her.

"Miss Moreau," he replied. 

Their electric gaze lingered a fraction longer, before he broke the silence.

"Shall we start?" he continued, gesturing at the dining table, a nonchalant look glazed his face. 

Still suspicious of him, Ava broke into a dazzling smile, her eyes sparkling making Mendoza stall in his tracks, his heart skipped and thudded in his ears. Feeling quick uneasy with this reaction Mendoza's face clouded over, as stormy as his eyes. 

They began to eat and drink, her father engaging Mendoza with polite conversation about the weather, politics and travel. 

Ava kept unusually quiet which was noticed by everyone on the house, for she was exceedingly taken aback at her future husband. She was intrigued to find he didn't have one grey hair. He was tall and well built with powerful shoulders that seemed to be bound in his coat, struggling to get free. He was rugged and weathered but very handsome. Chiselled features, cropped hair dark brown, almost black, and his eyes were like windows to the wild pacific the colours of dark stormy seas at night.

She shook herself away from thoughts of this man. Feeling quite fearful of her own emotions about him already, she sensed he already had some great power over her, and anything that was against her will, she would not have. 

The conversation turned the subject of her impending marriage, money and where they shall live. Ava started boiling inside, furious that they should talk about it and her as if she were not there. Determined to be part of the conversation, Ava went to voice her strong opinion.

Her blazing train of thought was interrupted, as piercing dark blue eyes burnt in her direction, putting her out of kilter. 

"Tell Miss Moreau, do you miss Barbados?" 

Ava glanced down, recollecting herself then lifted to meet his gaze her chin thrust up proudly, 

"Very very much, it will always be my home and holds a special place in my heart. I would do anything to be back there." Ava snapped, still angry about the entire staged situation and more so with herself as she felt a deadly and unstoppable attraction to this man. 

"And you sir, do you miss the...sea?" she awkwardly spluttered, blushing hot up her cheeks.

Mendoza's eyes narrowed, and darkened, "Yes Miss Moreau, I do miss the sea. But my time has come; to do my duty as a man and to my King, and..." he stalled.

Ava noticed his simmering frustration to her question, changing his eyes to a brighter blue. As she studied him, his answer reached her ears. .

"Produce an heir?" she forcefully stated, her eyes boring holes in him, her temper flaring. 

Shifting her gaze to her father, she met threatening eyes, stoping her from any further argument. Ava felt as if she would burst. 

Mendoza was surprised by her reaction and display of raw emotion, he thought that he would get a simpering, silly 18 year old girl, yet this girl was a woman, a worldly woman that had so much more to offer. He began to think she was more trouble than she was worth.

"Well yes," he cautiously replied. 

Ava huffed and stood up, absolutely seething, not knowing what to say or do, and not wanting to embarrass her father with her full temper she strode to the dining hall doors.

She sarcastically spat at them all, 

"Excuse me, I've had a tiring day doing my female duties, I think I should retire to think about producing some offspring!" She turned and ran out into the dark, to the gardens.

"AVA!" her father bellowed after her, knocking silverware as he leapt to his feet "Ava Moreau get back here!"

He turned to Mendoza with frustration, "I'm so sorry for my daughter's..." Lord Anton Moreau began, only to be cut off.

"It's all right, Lord Moreau, she is young and apparently discontented with the situation at hand. Perhaps I should talk to her." Mendoza coolly answered.

"Sir I don't think that is the best idea, she is extremely wilful, hot headed and untamed. You may but yourself in danger," Lord Moreau continued.

Mendoza looked out the doors, "I enjoy a challenge, I will talk to her, please excuse me." He stood up, and strode out after Ava.

Ava and The New World Ch. 02



Ava stomped her way through the sodden grass, wet from snow and ice. The clouds protected the countryside from the bright moon. Ava made her way to a towering oak tree, leaning up against the cold, damp bark.

Unconsciously she began to shiver from the crisp air, still fuming. Why did she have to marry this man? Why did she have to marry full stop!? She was right about him being stuffy, old fashioned and un-passionate. To add to the list he was over bearing, arrogant and just a beast! How dare he!

Ava's thoughts flew wildly around her mind, her fists clenched with anger. She must get back to Barbados! Her life was perfect; she hated France with a passion. Why couldn't she stay there, in her paradise? 

A hot thought started to creep in to the tangle of voices. 

"His eyes were..." she murmured thoughtfully, as she recalled Mendoza's appearance.

His eyes were windows to another world, and she felt a betraying attraction to him. He was so strong, harsh and hard. Ava began to wonder if he had been to Barbados, what he would look like on a tall ship in full sail, his strong arms brown from the sun, hair whipping in the wind. 

The grass and leaves crackled as footsteps approached. Ava's eyes widened, while her chest grew tight with anxiety. She leant back into the tree, holding her breath.

A deep, chilling yet commanding voice spoke, "Ava...?" 

She breathed out with little relief, it was Mendoza.

He walked around to the side of the tree where she was shivering uncontrollably. 

Mendoza gazed at her detachedly, in the dim light, 

"Here," he said powerfully, taking his coat off and arrogantly offering, "put this around yourself." 

"No thankyou," she stubbornly replied and began to stomp away from him.

Ava yelped as Mendoza grabbed her wrist tightly and swung her back against the tree, trapping her against it with his arms. He moved in front of her his hands pinning her shoulders, sandwiching her against the giant trunk. Ava gasped and struggled against him.

"For goodness sake! I don't want this marriage anymore than you do," he angrily hushed at her, "the least you could do is show some respect, and act like a lady." 

His voice was dark, but his eyes were dancing, alight with something else.

He continued, loosening his grip on her shoulders.

"I can guess what your feeling Ava, and how I may seem to you -- old, unattractive and boring, and you want some heartfelt passion with a blacksmith or other commoner, but I don't have a choice in this marriage either." 

Mendoza could feel the blood beat in his ears, he was so close to her and it was testing his strength. Surprised at himself for having such a strong attraction to a woman he had only just met, he let her go suddenly stepping back as if he were stung. Ava nearly fell forward onto him. 

Straightening up, Ava was incredulous, still angry she missed the lust in his eyes,

"Well, you sir could show some respect to me! You talk about me as if I'm something to buy and trade, and in front of me no less! I was right there at the table,"

She continued while getting closer to his face, 

"And making me out to be a chore, something you must do, and produce an heir? Ha! I'm a baby making machine then am I?"

Mendoza watched her closely, in admiration of the whole spectacle. It was usually him; he was the one to run away, get angry and make excuses. She was enticing, fiery and passionate. He watched her lips, they were trembling with anger.

Mendoza eyed her,

"Mistress Moreau, I don't have time for this. I have been through what you are going through, I have also seen the world in its splendour and in its darkest moments, but the King of Spain is trying very hard to make ties with France. You and I just happen to be those ties Madam, and as a woman there is nothing you can do about it. This is your duty."

Ava saw red, she hated that her sex held her back, and she was out to prove that she was as good as any man, and worth the same.

"Oh if I were a man I would run you through right now! You know nothing of me," Ava exclaimed,

Mendoza met her enraged eyes, 

"If you were a man I would have you for your outrageous behaviour!" he bellowed over her and interrupting.

Ava shrieked louder,

"and yet you will go through with this? Stand up for yourself, for I will not marry you! I will not marry any man on this earth for as long as I live unless it is for love!" Ava huffed and shoved her way past him. 

Her last words softened him.

"Love?" He jested after her. "Good god woman, people don't marry for love!"

Mendoza strode after the hot headed wench, grabbing her waist and spinning her around in his arms. A small gasp left Ava's lips and she stared into his wide, glimmering velvet dark eyes. Mendoza held her tight, not willing to let her go.

To Ava, his touch was commanding and dangerous, yet almost enticing. She was scared she might succumb to it.

Mendoza lent into her, 

"I have no desire to marry, but my life depends on it. It's survival. I will be going away very soon, for some 18 months or more on a new voyage to the new world. You can dismiss me as dead, and then be free to marry for love later on, but for now this is what is happening." He stated forcefully.

Ava hissed at him, 

"Sir, I have no desire to marry any man alive or dead. What I want is to go back to my home, to be free, to explore and have adventures of my own. What's more, I can match any man in this world. I can join the hunt for food again, to fish with my friends and to enjoy life. Not to be defined but my sex and status, not to live here submissively to either my father or your king! I will not do it."

Mendoza studied her with both horror and admiration, for woman did not behave in such manner, nor have such thoughts. 

"Fish and hunt?" his eyebrows lifted disbelievingly. 

Ava wriggled free from his embrace, stubbornly and proudly thrusting her hands on her hips,

"Yes of course! I fished and hunted, I would be quite self sufficient if I had the opportunity here. I told you, I am as capable as any man. The same goes for swordsmanship, if you care for a duel I'd be happy to oblige." She snarled. 

"Id very much like to see that..." Mendoza murmured, his eyes danced with amusement.

Out of the blue, Mendoza was momentarily distracted by her overwhelming spirit and stunning beauty. Never before in his years of travel, had he ever seen a creature so incredible as Ava. Before he could think further, he had pulled her again in his arms, crushing his lips against hers, meaning to tame and punish, but instead it sparked a fire greater than he could have imagined. 

Ava had never been kissed. The sensations were incredible but startling, and excitement mixed with fear overtook her senses. Mendoza kissed her slow, deep and deliberately. Ava melted under his burning touch, falling into a dreamy haze. Just as quickly as he had grabbed her, he let her go, stepping back in shock as if he had been slapped. 

Breathing heavily Mendoza gazed at the enchantress. 

Ava was still in a heavenly haze from her first kiss, as if in a dream. She blinked at him with wide green eyes.

Angrily raking fingers through his hair he cursed himself, not wanting to make it more complicated than it already was. Yet looking at her form, marriage to this girl wouldn't be entirely dreadful, it would at least be entertaining.

Utilising the moment that Ava was lulled into silence, Mendoza's mind started ticking over.

He looked away, thoughtfully and slowly paced around her in the sodden grass. The moonlight broke through the clouds, sending streams of soft light around them.

"Perhaps we could come up with some sort of agreement, Ava."

She shuddered when he spoke her name, snapping her out of her haze. He had just kissed her, making her feel vulnerable, wonderful and at the same time indestructible, and now he was pretending like nothing happened. Her pride began to rear its wilful head.

"Swords or guns?" she retorted spitefully, then shuddering again, realising she was still trembling from the cold.

He glanced at her with brutal eyes, "If you want this to work, you might want to be a little more civil. And put this damn coat on." He finished, while artfully flinging the coat around her.

Noticing the change in his eyes, Ava realised there was a lot more to this man than she first assumed. His kiss spoke of possession and passion, but his attitude, and his eyes cruel and dangerous.

"Thankyou," she mumbled quietly. 

Mendoza continued to slowly walk around her, "We just may be able to come up with a solution, if you are willing to grin and bear things for a short while."

What was he talking about? Ava thought angrily. Her patience was getting thin, 

"Oh I will grin Sir, as soon as I am on a ship headed for the West Indies."

He turned to face her, gazing at her sea green eyes blazing in the moonlight.

He loomed powerfully above her, fire started to flicker in the pit of her belly. She was uneasy with this new feeling. She couldn't work out if it was fear or attraction, perhaps both. His strong, sharp angular features were highlighted in the moonlight, Ava was mesmerised.

"How about a ship headed for the New World." he announced arrogantly.

Ava stared at him in disbelief, as anger, fear and excitement started exploding throughout her body.



Ava and The New World Ch. 03



6 Months later

Ava steadied herself against the railing of the solid galleon. She was still adjusting to the motion on the seas. Having travelled on ships to the West Indies before, it was not entirely new to her, but this was an extraordinary voyage. 

It still didn't seem real either. She was out on a real ship, an adventure to new lands, but still confined as a 'lady' she was not allowed to do much more than sew, walk and read aboard. Ava did engage with many of the crew members, as she was eager to learn and get involved. At every chance Mendoza would try and curb the encouragement as he still demanded she act and be treated like a lady.

5 months at sea to relatively unchartered territory to the new world with a man who was her husband. A man who terrified yet stirred her. She felt alive when he was near her, but he was still untouchable. The marriage was a charade sure, but her feelings and attraction to him were real. 

She began to feel at home on the ship amongst the crew, they were all polite and keen to do anything for her. She captivated the sailors' attention anytime she was around. Greatly appreciative of the gestures she felt guilty when she wished for more. Ava was dying to try her hand at sailing, she had asked to learn the rigging to get up to the crows nest, but the answer she received was,

"It's not suitable for a lady." Or "You might get hurt Miss."

Mendoza had navigated through the straits of Magellan several times before, but every time was unique. He looked up to where Ava was standing, her hair whipping and flowing like ribbons in the wind. He felt she was his greatest weakness, yet did not know how to surrender to it. Since their wedding they hadn't had time alone at all, so much planning for the expedition, the wedding itself, and Ava avoided him at every chance they had to be alone. They even had separate cabins onboard. What he learned of her he adored. He had never loved before, it was such a strong emotion, and he was unsure of his feelings. 

He continued his gaze down her fine, fit form. She was wearing a simple short sleeved dress in a royal blue, which showed her womanly curves and set her auburn hair off beautifully. She was much stronger both emotionally and physically than any other woman or man he had ever met. He desired her dreadfully, but his pride would not allow him to even venture there, not until she surrendered to him. He continued with his work, shutting her from his mind. He also knew that the crew were falling over themselves over her, sparking a new found emotion of jealousy.

Ava felt excitement but at the same time a smouldering disappointment. She was increasingly awkward with Mendoza. In the few months she had been married and out and about, she learnt a lot about herself and the power she could hold over a man. But it was Mendoza's respect and honour she wanted to have. Life on the ship was becoming drearier and more boring everyday. She had read all her novels, stitched and patched some of the crews clothing, helped out in the galley and walked the deck more times than she could count. But she wanted to be part of the crew, part of something bigger. She knew she could do it; it was just that she was a woman, and they wouldn't allow it. 

She glanced over to where Mendoza was working. His towering strong form had a powerful impact on her. He wore a golden brown belted tunic, with fawn pants, tucked into long black boots. He also wore a long cape, a deep royal blue with gold trim and a long sharp sword. To Ava he looked menacing and commanding, but always mysterious. Resigned, she returned to Mendoza's cabin to find more books to read. 

The seas calmed to nearly still over the afternoon, and Mendoza retired to their cabin for some rest, before the night watch. He had a big week ahead, 4 days and nights at the wheel.

He opened the cabin door swiftly and strode in, slamming it behind him. Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement.

"Forgive me I did not know you were in here," Mendoza said, a little startled. His eyes fell on her fine body; she was only in a thin cotton shift. 

Ava scrambled to her feet and shrugged on a dressing gown. She dropped the book she had been reading, part of Mendoza's navigation books. 

They both bent down to retrieve the book, Ava's hand on top of Mendoza's. It burned his skin.

"Sorry," Ava hushed, "I was just reading, I had run out of things to read and I..." she stammered, slowly standing up. Ava's cheeks burned, feeling angry that she let her guard slip.

Mendoza stood tall, burning eyes gazing down at her. 

"You are an intriguing woman Ava; tell me do you like navigation or out to prove you are better at it than me?" 

Ava sidled past him, away from the bed refusing to answer the question.

Mendoza continued, jesting her sarcastically,

"As navigator to the Spanish fleet I take it that I may be more experienced, No?" 

Ava glared momentarily before gazing down at her feet.

"Alright, I'll try an easier question, a yes or no answer. Are you comfortable and happy aboard the ship?"

"Yes I am happy." She said tersely, not meeting his gaze.

"Liar." Mendoza said gruffly. He watched her tense profile, poised as if she were ready to run at any moment. 

He sighed, "I know it is a long and arduous journey, but we will be there in less than 12 weeks my dear." 

"It's not that, I..." she stopped and turned around, away from his unrelenting gaze.

He stepped over to her, inches from her back. She could feel the heat radiating from his body through her thin clothing.

"I'm not asking to be the captain, but for goodness sake," Ava spun to face him, eyes pleading with him, "Please let me do something! I fear if I do not I will go mad."

Mendoza chuckled loudly; suddenly feeling relaxed in her presence. 

"So that's what's wrong? Here I was thinking that it was substandard conditions, married to an old and boring man and you couldn't wait to get off the ship for a new affair in a New World. You haven't been near me since the day we met, always finding something to attend to when I'm near." 

He smiled at her brooding expression.

It was true, Ava has purposefully demanded her own cabin, own bed, not wanting to let this man have control over her, but for many months her heart ached, and her body betrayed her mind when she thought of Mendoza.

"You are so dangerously beautiful, even when you're scowling Ava." Mendoza whispered. 

Ava's eyes snapped up at him, she drew a sharp breath at his remark. It was the first remark about her he had made since their wedding day. His eyes pinned her to the spot, her stomach flipped but she couldn't move. 

She suddenly felt light headed and trapped, "I think I need some fresh air" she stated, making toward to cabin door.

Mendoza moved swiftly was suddenly in front of her, blocking the exit. Ava stopped inches from his predatory stance. 

"Ava," his voice was dark and smooth, sending shockwaves through her.

Mendoza cupped her face gently, his thumbs tracing her jaw and chin. Ava's conscience reared up to do battle; he saw the change in her eyes, making them golden. 

Mendoza conceitedly continued, trying to push her boundaries.

"How many suitors had their hearts broken before me Mistress Moreau? I know you are not immune to passion, it flows through your veins...when will you surrender to me?"

Ava's eyes grew vicious; she jerked her head from his embrace. This was the first time they had been so physically close since their first meeting.

Mendoza reacted by forcefully pulling her to him, his kisses savage and demanding. Ava struggled and pounded at his chest, but his kiss started a deep heat burning inside her. Slowly she gave in, melting and moulding to him.

Mendoza felt her change, and then dropped his hands from her, gracefully stepping aside from the doorway, obnoxiously bowing to her waiting for her to leave. 

Ava was again in despair, why did she fall for him over again? What did he want from her?

She faltered at the door, not knowing what to do or say, and Mendoza stiffened. He waited for the icy reprimand.

Instead Ava looked down and around her unsure and timid still taken aback about what had just transpired, before whispering,

"Will you let me at least try to be part of this crew? I will not sit idle when I know I can be of more use. I am more than capable...you know it too."

Mendoza slowly stood up, folding his powerful arms across his broad chest. He eyed her with some amusement and intrigue. Where was the reprimand for his behaviour? And was she serious about working with the crew? 

"It's not up to me Ava; you'll have to ask the captain." Mendoza answered truthfully.

"Couldn't you ask him for me?" Ava appealed, eyes brightening at the chance. "I will prove I am worth my weight in gold." 

"Yes. I'm sure you are," Mendoza chuckled.

His smile faded, as he realised he was falling into her web of charms. She was a woman! He had vowed that no woman would ever have his heart, for it was too much trouble and woman were only useful for a few things in life. Another warm thought crept into his mind, he had seen passion and fire in her eyes, her temper was formidable, and she was courageous and outspoken. And there was the matter that she married him to save his career; this was a small consolation in return. 

"Wait here" he said gruffly, turning to the door, and slamming it behind him.

After what seemed like hours to Ava, Mendoza returned with books and sea charts, about celestial navigation, medicine, rigging and work on the deck. 

He gazed at her intently, his brow furrowed 

"These should occupy you and bring you up to speed. You start tomorrow, but Ava, this is highly unheard of and..." he stopped mid sentence.

Stunning sunshine broke through on Ava's face. Her eyes and smile were beaming; already her excitement mounting as she devoured the covers of the books Mendoza had given her. 

He watched her flick through titles and papers, she looked happier than a child at Christmas, but he knew there was more to this placid goddess underneath that innocent façade. Mendoza became uneasy with the new feelings that occurred in his heart. 

"Ill leave you to it," he murmured, Ava shivered as his voice rippled through her.

"Thankyou" she said shyly, turning away to sort the books. 

Mendoza left the cabin, his pulse beating wildly, his head reeling. She was so bewitching. It scared him. She was a siren, that of sailors tales. How did she work him so? What had he just agreed to? God lord if anything were to happen to her...?



Ava and The New World Ch. 04



Mendoza returned to the cabin hours later. The bright moon reflected off the unseasonably glassy smooth ocean, it streamed through the cabin window, its tendrils touching Ava's sleeping body. Mendoza opened the door slowly, to find her asleep slumped across the piles of books she had been so avidly studying. 

Mendoza slowly and quietly crossed the cabin to where she lay, deciding on taking her to the bed or covering her with blankets. Up til now she had been in her own little private cabin. Mendoza gently scooped her in his arms, and took her to the bed.

Laying her gently down, he placed some soft blankets and his cape over her before turning away to undress. Ava stirred and muttered, sighed and rolled over. Mendoza froze in silence, waiting for her to say something; instead she fell back into a deep sleep.

Mendoza finished undressing, blowing most of the candles out, leaving the ones closest to the bed alight in case Ava woke up. Ever so slowly he climbed in next to her and protected her with one arm over her. Unconsciously she snuggled in toward his warmth; he felt her warmth through her slip on his bare chest. They both fell into deep and fulfilling sleep. 

Early morning light began to warm the cabin room, and Mendoza woke with its brightness. He leaned over to pull the dark fabric across the window, and then looked down at the angel lying beside him. She still looked so beautiful. He couldn't fathom that after this long and through some un-agreeable times, she still appealed to him, even more now than ever. Never before had a woman intrigued or interested him for so long. His head was protesting; his heart bursting... he had to take her as his.

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The candles had burned all night, leaving short flickering stumps and pools of wax, the room smelt of beeswax and salt. The early morning light filtered its way through the cabin. Mendoza gently placed a feather light kiss on her cheek, and Ava stirred. Mendoza continued to kiss her face softly, before he hesitantly kissed her sweet, full lips. Ava sleepily opened her eyes, unsure if she was in a dream or not. 

Before she had time to decide or protest, Mendoza passionately kissed her, coaxing her mouth to open. He shifted his body weight across her, and Ava realised what was happening.

Tearing her raw lips away she said breathlessly, 

"Mendoza, stop! What are you doing?" She shrieked.

Her palms pressed up against his bare sculpted, chest, her efforts were in vain.

Mendoza was not in the mood for talking; he grabbed her chin and turned her face to his, 

"Ava, you've tortured me long enough" he growled, and began kissing her deeply, assaulting her senses, her body betraying her. Sparks flew through her body; she felt her conscience fade away, along with her stubborn pride. Of their own accord, her hands started skimming his skin, sending ripples though Mendoza. 

She did not know what to do, her mind was yelling at her to fight him, her stomach tightened and tickled as Mendoza burnt a trail of kiss down her throat. Ava tensed; she could feel her pulse race.

"Don't fight me Ava," he hoarsely but seductively threatened her.

Mendoza shifted his weight away, tearing her slip off and flinging the blankets away.

Ava gasped in shock, "You just ripped my..."

Mendoza silenced her with a demanding kiss, before Ava tried to cover her modesty. She was blushing furiously. Never in her life had she been naked with anyone, especially a man! She could feel his taut torso against her, his thighs skimming hers, and his proud cock straining against her mound. 

"Good god you're heavenly," he growled into her throat, and lifted as he looked down her exposed, slender body.

Ava began to struggle, her shame filtering in through the heat haze. 

"Ava, don't fight me, please," he whispered gently to her earlobe, stroking her brow.

"I can't do this, it's not right, you don't love..." she sucked in a breath, swallowing her fear.

Mendoza stopped abruptly, propping himself up from her, not wanting to talk of this tender subject for he himself did not know what he felt. His gaze narrowed and darkened.

"Love...?" He paused, his heart lurching from her words. 

He searched her face for a response. When she didn't reply, he descended on her again, kissing her fervently, his hands travelling around her shoulders, one down to her taut soft breasts. He delicately twisted a pink nipple till it was burning. Ava was torn between these sensations and her head. His lips followed his hand, burning a trail down her chest to the soft swells, nipping and kissing as he went.

Ava was lost in a sensory overload. She knew she burned for him, which was what she afraid of. 

A moan escaped from her moist parted lips. Mendoza welcomed the change in her and also relaxed. He shifted his attention to her other breast, and she arched against him, the liquid heat poured through his body.

"Mendoza..." she uttered, "Don't..."

"Don't what?" he huskily replied between kisses.

Ava placed her hands on his head and neck, pulling him up to her. She daringly lifted her head, kissing his lips ever so gently, delicately sliding her tongue in to taste him. 

She was thrilled when a throaty growl from Mendoza escaped his breath; she began tracing his cheeks with her lips.

For fear of losing himself, Mendoza pulled away, drinking her in her autumn shades of hair spread around her like a mermaid, her green eyes shimmering like the sea.

He moved down her body, kneeling over her quivering legs. She looked in horror and excitement at his manhood, not wanting to stare but unable to tear her gaze away. 

Mendoza caught her gaze, and couldn't help but smiling to himself with amusement. How it must have looked to her, an innocent yet beautiful enchantress.

"You have never lain with a man have you, Ava?" he growled, still holding her with his gaze.

Ava didn't need to answer, as her body answered for her.

His hands trailed down her belly, smoothing over the swell of her hips before tracing up her inner thigh. Ava squeezed her thighs tight, ripples of nerves shimmering up her body. Mendoza was overpowering, he gently pried her things apart, lifting his knee between her legs.

His fingers tenderly stroked her inexperienced pussy. Each time he delved a bit deeper in the soft folds, touching moist honeyed heat. Ava squirmed as the sensations began building deep inside her. She had no idea what was happening, but the feelings were sheer bliss to her.

Mendoza skimmed her clit, sending violent pleasurable waves through Ava, she yelped and writhed beneath him. He lowered his head to kiss where he had been touching, it nearly sent Ava over the edge and she moaned loudly while breathing his name.

She could feel a power build inside, that spread like wildfire through every nerve, delivering sensations beyond her imagination.

Mendoza wanted to her to melt in his arms, to have control over this wild, ever changing girl, but he could feel his resolve slipping as he craved to fill and feel her. 

Mendoza firmly licked and sucked at her pussy, while fingering her unrelenting and confident. He new she was close, earthy noises and moans escaping her parted lips. He stroked deeper each time, tasting her sweetness, driving her closer to the edge of reality. 

Without warning Ava cried out, while fireworks exploded through her core, sending tremors through her whole being. She could feel herself throbbing, her wildly racing heart thumping in her ears. 

Mendoza deftly slid back up to her side, tenderly kissing Ava while she shuddered in aftershocks of her pleasure. His giant arms encircled her body holding her to him, giving Ava support and protection.

Her eyes were filled with new found lust, that purred through her expression and she nestled into his embrace. 

There was an unwelcome and solid knock at the cabin door. Mendoza cursed as he struggled to get free from the tangle of sheets and torn nightdress. 

"What is it?" Mendoza bellowed brusquely.

A hoarse reply from the bosun was muffled by the door, "Mendoza, the captain wants to see you right away."

Feeling suddenly overexposed and shy Ava hastily covered herself with a sheet. She was supposed to be working today with the crew, her first chance to really prove herself, but was feeling quite the opposite. She was all woman now, she had tasted the danger of lust, it was insatiable and she was helpless to fight it.

Mendoza nimbly dressed, the sound of his sword being sheathed made Ava shiver. 

Mendoza looked helplessly at her, feeling anger and frustration that he must leave her like this, but he didn't want her to know that she was his greatest weakness. Ava wanted to say something to him, but had no idea where to start.

Mendoza spoke unsympathetically,

"I'm sorry, I must go, you should get ready -- there are some spare clothes in my trunk if you wish to wear something other than your dresses, you will get pretty dirty whilst working on deck,"

Mendoza slowly walked to the bed, tying his cape securely around his broad shoulders,

"That is if you still wish to join us." He finished, his eyes challenging.

"Do you need to ask?" Ava replied audaciously.

Ava refused to meet his gaze, not wanting to show her emotions. Mendoza swiftly left the cabin, leaving a trembling and meek Ava on the bed. She sat in stunned silence, not knowing if she was shocked at Mendoza and how dismissed her so cold heartedly or at her own willingness to let him take me like that. 

Ava sat on the edge, tracing her lips with her fingers, trailing them down across her collarbone still dazed.

Giving her more fire to prove to him she wasn't to be used, Ava determinedly got up to find suitable attire. 

Minutes later she joined the crew on deck; all eyes were on her as she was wearing slim fawn riding pants, boots that were a little too big for her, an oversized white shirt which she had tucked in, an old leather belt and a small but sharp dagger, a gift from her friends she had smuggled from Barbados. Her thick wild hair was pulled back and in a long plait. 

"My, she looks the part!" Chuckled the captain, "She's a spirited young filly Mendoza; you had better keep her on a short leash." He finished boldly. 

Mendoza scowled, "Yes, she may be more of a hindrance than a help Captain, give her a day or two, I promise she will be back in her dresses and in her cabin." 

His assumption was far from correct. 

Ava took all orders from the Bosun and other crew members swiftly and efficiently, keen to learn and help where she could. It was a long but uneventful day, clear skies and good winds. 

By the end of the first day as a crew member she managed the basics of rigging, the climb to the crows nest on her own, scrubbing and oiling the deck and other daily chores. In the evening she was invited to join the crew to eat and drink, as they rallied around her as the newest member. 

Triumphant but exhausted Ava ate her fill, and retired to her little cabin looking forward to a fitful sleep. Her hands and arms ached deeply; she hadn't ever worked that hard before. Rolling her head to stretch her neck Ava opened the door to the cabin. She was alarmed and slightly annoyed to find it was not empty.

Mendoza was sitting on her bunk, looking at her with dancing blue eyes.



Ava and The New World Ch. 05



"Most women don't look appealing in men's clothing, but you would be the exception to the rule dear Ava." Mendoza's voice reverberated around the small room, sending slithering chills through Ava's tired body.

"I'll take that as a compliment shall I?" Ava sarcastically responded, as she stepped inside taking her belt off, the dagger swinging close to her leg.

"Careful!" grunted Mendoza as he swept the dagger away from her skin.

The ship lurched into a wave throwing Ava off balance, the seas were growing higher and more menacing. She staggered as Mendoza expertly stood up to catch her. His arms gripped her, pulling her against his chest holding her steady. Ava automatically clung to Mendoza, grateful for his strength. 

Mendoza paused, holding Ava tight before letting her step back from his arms. 

"What can I do for you Mendoza?" Ava sighed, suddenly exhausted from the day.

Mendoza's stormy eyes darkened, "Well it's an important day dear Ava, your first day as a crew member, and dear lord I hope this news of you doesn't reach anyone we know, but you did well considering..."

"Considering what?" Ava blasted back, her hands on her hips defensively; her eyes flashing gold and green.

Their gazes bore into one another, tempers and wills battling silently. Ava began to unplait her hair, tousling it around her shoulders; it tumbled down to her waist. She lifted her chin, eyes burning into him, determined to change his mind on her once and for all. 

"Considering I'm a woman? Is that what you were going to say, Mendoza?" she purred, eyes sultry and darkening.

Ava slinked toward him, and alarm bells rang for Mendoza. He stepped back away from her, knowing her game, but was enjoying it while it lasted.

Ava continued in seductive tones, and pouted "I should really stick to what I'm good for, shouldn't I?" 

She stepped back a step, and started to unbutton the oversized shirt, revealing her caramel skin, and slipped it off one shoulder, pausing to look at him.

Mendoza kept her gaze, not once looking away. Ava's brow furrowed, this wasn't what she wanted, she wanted to get the better of him! Frustrated she shrugged the garment back onto her shoulders and Mendoza began to laugh. Ava's cheeks burnt red, "Get out of my cabin you brute!" she exclaimed.

Mendoza continued to chuckle, before smiling at her stormy face.

"Ava," he waited for her response and she looked away proudly, refusing to look at him and something on her bed caught her eye.

"Ava ...Happy Birthday." he finished gently, before he began for the door.

Ava walked to the bed, where a small brown box with string tied in a small bow sat on the pillow. Mendoza glanced back to her as he walked out, closing the door gently.

Ava thought that he had forgotten, and admitted she had near forgot herself. She was 19 today. Ava tentatively touched the box, as her memories of birthdays flooded back to her. Happy childhood, care free birthdays in Barbados, she smiled softly and tears stung her eyes.

Ava shook her head, as if to clear the memories, and studied the box with interest. 

"What an earth could he have got me? Why would he get me anything?" She asked herself out loud. "And how did he remember?"

Ava deftly untied the bow, and opened the box. Inside was a small but strong rope necklace made of beautiful gold. She sucked a sharp breath, eyes as wide as plates. 

Gently taking it out of the box Ava took it closer to the candlelight. It was a beautiful piece of jewellery. Ava had never been interested in jewellery, silvers, pearls and pewter but she had never seen a rope made of gold. 

Knowing how much Mendoza cared for treasure and gold, Ava knew this wasn't just a trinket, stirring confused emotions, part of her ached for a sign of love from him, part of her wanted to leave and not face him ever again. Despite her battle of sexes with him, she enjoyed her time with him, admired his knowledge and skills, and knew that he had a huge effect on her physically. 

Ava went to the small mirror, and slowly placed the necklace around her neck, the candles flickering shadows across the cabin. 

Staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed she had changed since she left home, older somehow and frightfully, in love with that man. 

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Mendoza sat at his desk, head in hands tired and frustrated. What was wrong with him? He had never been involved with a woman for more than a few nights, what was so captivating about this one? How did she control him? Why couldn't he just take her, satisfy his needs and be done with it? And why did her care what she felt? Mendoza knew it wasn't because she was legally his wife; everyone knew that was for show. No, there was something much more.

He couldn't admit to anyone, but he was so very inspired by her work with the crew that he felt great admiration and adoration for her. She was witty, fun, intelligent, challenging, stubborn and so very tempting. And for once in his life, he valued a woman's thoughts, opinions and ideas. And, he wanted her to want him. Badly. 

And he wanted her, even more. Tortured, Mendoza undressed hastily and retired to his bed, willing sleep to come swift. Relief was far away, his thoughts racing all the night.

In less than two days they would be in the straights of Magellan. He could already feel the cool change in the air, the harshness of the waves intensifying, and knowing what challenges lay ahead of them all. He mustn't be distracted by her! Mendoza slept, haunted by her in his dreams.

Ava tumbled heavily out of her bed by the waves; the ship was tossing around the ocean like a toy boat. Slightly stunned she gazed around glassy eyed, before realising what had happened. Her body ached, her arms felt like they were lead, the day of work had taken it toll, and she felt great. She smiled to herself; ship lurched again, and Ava slid across the cabin floor. 

Her stomach dropped, fear began to uncurl as she had never been in such severe seas before. Ava scrambled to the cabin door, steadying herself against it and peeked out. The wind was violent, whipping spray from the sea across the decks; the ship creaked and groaned under the strain. Hurriedly she shut the door, and began to dress swiftly. 

Mendoza was already up, assessing their position and weather, consulting with the captain about the next few days of travel. He had already decided that Ava was to be kept in her cabin for safety and the captain agreed, but was ready for her protests. He left the captains' quarters ready to do battle with her.

His eyes were drawn immediately to the slender figure out on deck. She was with the other crew members, helping the bosun secure cargo and weaponry. He could hear his heart thud, his temples pounded and he didn't know whether to run away or to her. Turning away he cursed himself then composed, his face steeling over and a frown tugged at his lips. 

Mendoza glanced over his shoulder to Ava, his stormy eyes hard. The wind whipped up salty water and it stung his cheeks. He strode over to her and took her roughly by the upper arm. Ava snapped her head around, gasping at the harsh force that Mendoza held her with.

"You will stay in your cabin for the next few days, we are coming into the straights of Magellan, they are dangerous and the weather is ever changing."

Ava stood up, stumbling with the rolling deck, her eyes challenged his. Mendoza lowered his voice, 

"Orders by the captain Ava."

Ava looked at him indignantly, knowing full well that it would have been Mendoza's suggestion, not the captains. 

"I am more use out here and you know it, and you need every hand you can get Mendoza." Ava growled.

Mendoza spoke deliberately, "Orders by the captain. And that's final."

"No." Ava stood her ground, the wind was thrashing violently, spray saturating everything in its path. Tendrils of hair had escaped her heavy plait, licking her cheeks. Mendoza looked at her fiery eyes, burning green and gold. 

"Now..." Mendoza's voice was sharp.

The captain appeared over Mendoza's shoulder at the helm. He looked at Ava squinting through the spray, and then gave a look of understanding. Ava glanced back to the captain, her face pleading with him. 

Her eyes darted back to Mendoza's, which were as cold as steel. Ava shivered in the howling wind and water, and realising she wouldn't win this battle, and it would be better if she let it go. Her eyes stung from tears of pride. Ava pushed past Mendoza, scowling and stamping her way below.



Ava and The New World Ch. 06



Ava grappled with her wet clothing, angrily throwing it on the cabin floor. 

"Bloody man..." she huffed before wiping proud tears from her cheeks. 

She out on a dry pair of pantaloons, and another of Mendoza's shirts, before wrapping herself up in a fur blanket which had been on her bed. Up til now she didn't notice how cold it had become. The rain was almost ice like and the sea was just as sharp. 

Ava's pride and heart were hurt. How much longer could she survive staying at arms length from Mendoza? She wanted him to want her, she wished to impress and win him, but she would never admit how she truly felt about him. Not yet anyway. 

The ship was hurling wildly, scattering candlesticks, candles and books across the floor. Ava shrugged off the blanket and moved to retrieve the books. As she stood up the ship lurched into the air, slapping down against another huge wave, launching Ava across the cabin, cracking her head against the wall. Ava slumped in an awkward heap, blood oozing from her hair.

Mendoza had set course, the bosun and the captain also shouting orders above the growing winds and impending storms. The captain approached Mendoza with haste,

"Mendoza, perhaps you should see your lass, go and reassure her then be back on deck when you can, we have things in order here."

"Thankyou captain, but Ava will be fine, I'm sure." Mendoza replied stoutly. 

The captain nodded politely, and returned to the helm, but Mendoza had a sudden uneasy feeling in his gut. The battle between his heart, head and loins was starting to take its toll. Mendoza looked around the ship, the wind piercing his eyes and leapt towards Ava's cabin. As he got to the door, the bosun called for him, and Mendoza paused at her door, before hastily returning to the deck.

The seas became higher, powerful triangular waves incessantly pounding against the wooden galleon. They had reached the furthest part south of their journey, and now must head west through the straits. Mendoza would be on watch for the next 4 days and nights. 

The wind and rain was near perishing, and as nightfall approached the freeze began. They had sailed into the straits, and at present, were slightly protected from the wind by huge glaciers and piles of rocks either side. Mendoza took a quick break for a stale crust and some salt beef with some other crew, before returning to the freezing night. 

Hours passed, the galleon creaked and groaned slowly into the cold night, and Ava came too with a horrendous headache and every muscle stiff from the cold. Her fingers were numb and stark white. Pins and needles racked her limbs, and she fought to sit up. Her head felt warm, and something tickled down the side of her cheek. She tentatively touched it, feeling the thick warm blood on her cold fingers.

"ohhhh," Ava groaned, her head spinning. Slowly and carefully she pulled herself to the washstand which had also toppled at some stage trying to find some water and a soft cloth. It was dark, and she couldn't find any of the candles. It hit her how long she must have been unconscious. For a moment there she couldn't even remember where she was. The ship was gently swaying in the deep swell; the wind had slowed its howling. 

Eventually Ava cleaned the wound and as much as she could from her hair, and remembered the last interlude with Mendoza. Ava grew more determined to show him as she found warmer clothes to venture back out to the deck. She stumbled in the dark and finally found a stubby candle to light. Ava went back to the mirror to assess her injury, and brushed her hair so that it swept over to one side covering the dried blood. 

Stubbornly to show Mendoza that she was just as capable and important as the other crew Ava set out to be of some help. 

As Ava ventured out in the cold, misty night she searched the decks for Mendoza. Suddenly chills down her spine, not from the cold told her he was right behind her. Slowly, Ava turned and faced her towering husband. She caught his stormy eyes, and a shudder racked her body, sparking flames of desire through her belly.

"Your rebellious and insubordinate actions Ava will not be tolerated on this ship. Return to your cabin before..."

Ava masked her feelings, and coolly cut him off, 

"Mendoza, I understand your fear of being up staged by a mere woman, but you will have to come to terms with the fact that I am just as capable, brave and intelligent as any mere man..."

In an unusual moment of chaos, Mendoza grabbed her roughly by the shoulders, exasperated.

"Ava! For god sake woman, you are my wife! I bloody well care about your safety! I will not have you out here in danger, how much more succinct must I be?"

Ava's eyes were wide, glowing bright green both disbelieving and hopeful. 

"Please, please go back to where it's safer. I will walk you back to your cabin." He finished gently, his eyes penetrating hers. Ava swore she could see the heat begin to rise, and her belly flipped.

They silently returned to her dark cabin, where Mendoza stumbled over the scattered objects, before lighting a candle. He searched quickly for more and securely lit them around the room before tuning to Ava.

Mendoza saw the mess, and the blood stained strips of cloth near the washstand. Confused and worried Mendoza, glanced at Ava who was shivering cold, teeth almost chattering. 

"Ava..." Mendoza's rough voice broke through the silence. "Ava, what happened?"

Ava shook her head, not willing to meet his eyes, "Its nothing, just a little cut I'm fine."

He looked at her beautiful body, trembling with the cold, and images of her trembling underneath him flickered through his tired mind. Mendoza shook the image away, frustrated and tired of this battle between them, with his hands on his hips he stepped slowly towards her. 

"Ava... we've been married for over 6 months, and the most you've said to me is about three sentences. Don't you think its time you begin to trust me...?" Mendoza asked sharply.

Ava stared at Mendoza openly, her mind whirring with so many thoughts and feelings. 

"I know you are still angry with the choices that have been made for you, like getting married, and even perhaps coming on this journey," Mendoza continued gruffly, "I want you to know that I've come to, um.." he faltered, cheeks flushing red.

Ava crossed her arms across her chest defensively, but slowly asked, "Come to what?"

Mendoza gazed at her bold blazing green eyes, her soft skin, full pink lips, her hair damp and slightly curling framing her face. Ava shivered again from the cold, and he couldn't stand it. His mind was ordering him to come to his senses; his body was saying more inviting things.

Mendoza looked away, "I must go back, Ava I'm on duty for next few days. We will discuss this later. Please for once do as you're told and stay where it's safe. I can't afford to navigate this entire ship safely and watch you as well."

Infuriated at his remark, Ava thrust her hands on her hips, her chin proud, "I beg your pardon sir, I was unaware that I was such a hindrance to you!"

Mendoza's temper flared, "That's NOT what I meant Ava!"

Ava stepped forward to him, "Well what did you mean? I can't bear this anymore! You look at me one way and treat me another! I..."

"ENOUGH!" Mendoza roared.

Ava blinked in silence, and Mendoza stood impossibly close to her, his eyes boring into her. She opened her mouth to protest, but Mendoza had already claimed her lips. 

Mendoza pushed her swiftly against the cabin wall, as he plundered her sweet mouth. He had one hand behind her head, the other sliding up her torso before savagely squeezing her breasts. Ava whimpered with pleasure, heat spreading like wildfire through her belly. 

Mendoza continued to kiss her, deep and deliberate, Ava had no option but to surrender to him. The sensations were oozing through her, her stomach tightening again. He thrust his knee between her legs giving her no choice but to rub against his thigh, her body betraying her by grinding against him of its own accord. She could feel herself become hot and damp, her belly flipped in fear and yearning.

Mendoza roughly pulled her shirt apart where her corset had slipped down below her breasts; they grew taught with lust and the cool air. Mendoza nibbled and nipped his way down her collarbone to her tight pink nipple, then fervently licked and tugged at it, sending pleasurable shudders through Ava. 

As suddenly as he had taken her Mendoza dropped her and stepped back. He gazed at her intently, his breath ragged, before turning on his heel and leaving into the dark night. The cabin door banged loudly and Ava blinked slowly.



Ava and The New World Ch. 07



The cold blast of air had sharpened Mendoza's mind, he was astounded at what he had just done. Surely she was bewitching him. How strong he tried to be, how much he wished he wasn't in this position, it didn't change the fatal attraction he felt for Ava. He shook her from his mind, determined to focus for the safety of the crew for at least the next few days. He took off into the darkness of the ship.

Ava was breathing shallow, still leaning against the wall, thankful for its support. For what seemed like an eternity she stared at the cabin door, in shock of what had just transpired.

The passion she thought he never had in his soul rivalled hers; her body ached all over for more of him. Without knowing her own hand had crept to up her exposed breast, which was tender and tingling. Closing her eyes Ava began gently rubbing her chest; her breathing was still shallow her mouth dry, yet her sex was weeping hotly. 

Still dazed Ava mechanically went to her bed and undressed, and slowly lay down. Pulling the covers up around her shoulders she shivered, and she covered her still aching breasts with her warm hands. Closing her eyes Ava dozed and imagined Mendoza's rough hands on her, and she drew ragged breath with anticipation. 

As her fingers on her left breast squeezed harder Ava's tired mind started to play tricks. She could still taste him, smell him, but couldn't feel him. 

Fear and excitement filled her mind. God she wanted Mendoza! 

She moaned softly, and began to wriggle, her other hand smoothed its way down her own hip, and then brushed the crease of her thigh. Showers of sparks flew through her body, her pussy started to throb with need. Before she realised, her own hand had softly stroked her wet lips, delving gently in, then out again. Ava's fervour grew, and she brushed her clit sending sharp convulsions through her body, and she cried out. 

Tentatively Ava continued, shuddering every time she touched herself, but instead of sating her lust it increased, making it unbearable. His eyes continued to dance in her mind; she imagined his iron arms around her, his hot breath on her skin. Ava arched her back, writhing against herself, her fingers dancing in her hot wet folds, brushing the nub faster before a bold climax sent her into a near black out. 

The next morning Ava woke from a restless night. Her dreams were haunted my Mendoza, frantic and passionate. 

Ava shivered with the cold, and the soft cold light filtered into the cabin. Her stomach dropped; memories of what she had done last night flooded back, her cheeks scarlet with shame. Blaming it on Mendoza, Ava tried to reason with herself.

Ava quickly dressed, this time in her riding pants, her corset and camisole, one of Mendoza's shirts and a heavy woollen coat. The cut on her head was still heavy with blood, it gently and slowly throbbed. Her belly growled, and Ava surprised, realised she hadn't eaten for a day.

She stepped out onto the deck; a low grey mist was enveloping her surroundings, but as they groaned and creaked along the narrow strait, glimpses of awesome scenery appeared through the clouds. Ava's eyes grew wide with awe.

Misty, snow capped peaks plunged into the cold waters, narrow waterfalls tumbled down the sides, and ahead a huge stunning glacier clung to the rock face, threatening to break and tumble into the freezing waters. Ava had never imagined such a raw beautiful place. 

Ava had a swift feeling of nausea, and her belly groaned again. Resigned to leave the spectacular scenery Ava went to the galley, where the cook more than happy to oblige her with a warm meal. As she walked across the decks, she could feel his gaze burn into her back. Determined, she did not look back.

Mendoza had seen her come up on deck; he watched her eyes light up when she saw the surrounding mountains. He was irrevocably besotted with her. 

His belly dropped, and a shiver shook him to the core. A mix of frustration, pride and wanting filled his heart.

"I am doomed..." Mendoza groaned to himself. 

All those years of freedom, adventure and gold were overshadowed by a much stronger feeling. His mind raced as did his heart.

Glancing at the towering peaks, a menacing fog surrounded them. The weather was not going to be kind to them. Distracted by the welfare of the crew, Mendoza returned to the helm.

The day passed for them both; the temperature was falling, and snow fluttered gently, nightfall had come too quickly. Ava had been out with the crew, working while her small hands froze, and her body shuddered with a deep cold ache. But proud and resolute, she fulfilled her duties, exceeding the crew's expectations, and even her own. 

Ava had retired to the cabin, back to reading more charts and learn more about celestial navigation. She had been studying the straits, and realised how important Mendoza was to this expedition, as he sailed with Magellan on its exploration. Ava was almost scared of how narrow it was in parts; so close she could almost reach out and touch foliage. 

Tempted to go out to the quarter deck and test her new found knowledge Ava debated whether to face Mendoza or not, but she knew it was not her knowledge she wanted him to be interested in.

Many times during the day, Mendoza ached to hold Ava; he became angry when he saw how white she was with cold, her body trembling violently, also from the cold. But he knew her temper, she was not to be treated as if she were less than the others, her stubborn pride took care of that. 

When he finally returned to the cabin for a quick change of clothes and a meal, he found her curled up on the bed, surrounded with charts and books. His gaze narrowed, and he took a deep breath. He had to control himself! Quietly he took some clothes, and turned to leave the cabin. He froze mid step as a soft moan escaped Ava's mouth.

Waiting, Mendoza stilled his breath, and Ava's moans became stronger and she murmured his name. 

His stomach flipped; she had said his name. In a hot mix of lust and confusion, Mendoza remained still.

He closed his eyes tight, fighting the surge of lust through his body, determined to make the stubborn woman to him, but this siren lured him gently. He turned slowly to look at her writhing on the bed, seeing she was dreaming passionately. 

Mendoza was mesmerised. Her hair spilled around her like a halo, the bed sheets twisted and messy from her dreams.

His mind started to fire. What did he care of this! She was a young woman, he was a man -- shouldn't it be that simple? Not to mention they were wed over 6 months ago... But she wanted love. In fact, in the time he got to know her, he realised she deserved so much more than that. She was a brave, intelligent unique beauty, with a fire and passion for life that matched his own. But could he give her the life and love she deserved? He didn't know.

The urge to satisfy himself battled with his conscience. 

He faced her, eyes molten with lust, his loins raged with a fire he had never known.

Suddenly Ava's eyes flew open, her breathing ragged and her hair tangled around her. Their gazes met, Ava blushing furiously realising what her dreams had been about... How long had he been there? Had she said his name?

Ava tore her gaze away from his burning eyes, sitting up, while pulling the sheets high to her neck. Her head span, she was dizzy and confused.

She glanced at him again, her mouth slightly parted, dishevelled hair and eyes of desire. He could not wait another moment.

In a heartbeat he crossed the room, his look was predatory. He pinned her to the bed holding her down with his weight. Ava gasped but did not protest. She still felt dazed, and the whole moment was dreamlike. 

His gazed lowered to her full mouth, and he almost growled.

His kiss was hard, commanding and almost punishing. Relentless with his lips, his hands assailed her body, throwing away the sheets that covered her, before settling his weight over her trembling body.

He slowed, kissing keep and deliberate. Ava shuddered and began to kiss him back, her hands entwining around his strong neck. Of their own accord they continued moving around to the opening of his shirt where they slipped underneath the cotton neckline. 

Mendoza broke the kiss and took a moment to gaze at her before deftly removing his shirt and tossing across the room. He took the moment to also tear her chemise away, leaving her corset and riding pants.

Neither spoke a word, Mendoza slowed again. Moving down her body his fingers slipped inside the waistband of her pants and in one swift movement he had them down to her ankles, roughly tearing them away. He ran his hands up her bare legs, his mouth a breath away from her skin. 

He grazed her skin with parted lips, burning a hot trail along her inner thigh. Ava writhed, her arms outstretched on the bed, gripping the under sheets. The sensations rippled through her body, a fire storm was building deep within her, and she felt powerless against it. Ava's eyes fluttered open when his weight shifted. 

He stalked up her body, his dark stormy blue eyes were voracious and he skilfully drew a short dagger and sliced her corset in two. Ava's eyes grew wide in horror and excitement; she drew a sharp breath and let out a small yelp, before he plundered her mouth again. 

Ava felt as if her body would burst, every sense was heightened and heart was beating so hard, she feared it would explode in her chest. 

Mendoza's powerful hands settled around her small hips, his fingers biting into her flesh as he continued to devour her, his kisses burning across her tender skin.

Ava began running her hands up Mendoza's powerful and muscular back, sending shivers through him. Without knowing, she let out a soft whimper, her hips moving of their own accord and an ache began to grow strong within her that she had never felt before. 

Mendoza pulled away gently, taking the time to stare into Ava's passion glazed eyes before he deftly removed the last of his clothing, a temporary relief for his strained and ever growing cock.

Ava was suddenly hit with the full realisation of the situation. A look of panic flashed across her face, and Mendoza recognised it. 

"Sweet Ava, you are so beautiful..." he murmured, lowering his head to kiss her gently, before moving to her taut breasts.

Mendoza nipped at her skin, kissing and grazing her skin with hot breath til Ava couldn't take it anymore.

"Mendoza..." she gazed at him, eyes begging for something more.



Ava and The New World Ch. 08



Mendoza's sultry mouth travelled down the soft curves of Ava's torso, sparking fireworks to shoot throughout her body. His fingers lingered over the soft skin of her thighs, stroking upwards making Ava shudder, whimpering his name.

The pleasure intensified -- and Ava was melting in a haze of passion, her mind threatening to blacken, her body raw with lust when she realised Mendoza's kisses were deep on her hot weeping sex. 

Her eyes flew open is shock and disbelief. She tensed, her mind fighting with her body before the sensations took over again, and Ava's body betrayed her, her hips grinding against Mendoza's mouth.

Mendoza greedily licked and kissed Ava -- he delighted in her sweetness. Since their first stormy encounter, he had ached to do this, to be with her. His own lust reaching heights like never before, his body so tense and he craved to be inside her, as his body took over. He wanted to savour her, explore her and make her ache for him. 

Fighting the urge to take her hard, Mendoza slowed and deliberately teased Ava with his mouth, flicking his tongue across her clit, nipped gently and leisurely delving his tongue inside her. He gripped her thighs and pushed them as far apart as possible, leaving Ava completely exposed. 

Ava writhed and moaned; never before had she felt like this, her body so tense she knew she would burst, but flooded with exquisite sensations that she never wanted to end.

Mendoza continued to assault her senses, driving his tongue deeper while thumbing her swollen clit. He wanted nothing more than to make her feel heaven, for he was sure he had found his.

Suddenly Ava's world tilted; a tidal wave of pleasure crashed over her, sending stunning sensations to every fibre of her being. Shamelessly and with pure passion Ava cried out.

"This belongs to me." Mendoza growled hoarsely, while cupping his hand over her hot wet heat, and he swiftly moved up her body before plundering her mouth with hard desire. 

She could taste herself, musky and sweet, as Mendoza fiercely kissed her his mouth unforgiving and unrelenting. He gripped her waist, pinning her to the bed.

She felt him shift his weight, his knee sliding her thighs apart, and in one swift movement her hot soft flesh seized his. 

Ava gasped sharply -- her breath refusing to come back, before a searing heat scorched through her belly and thighs. She couldn't even utter a sound, the feelings stunning her. Mendoza stilled, he felt a surge of primal triumph, knowing he was the only man Ava had ever had, and he would make sure the only.

"Ava...?" Mendoza searched her face, and he saw the flash of pain in her eyes. The incredible feeling of filling her was more than he could have ever imagined. She was so hot, so wet so very beautiful, and he was so very close to loosing himself. 

He slowly grazed her lips with his, coaxing her to open to him. She felt so perfect, a soothing yet scorching heat enveloping him; he wanted to stay there forever.

Ava's body began to heat impossibly, her belly was fluttering and she shivered with a mix of raw fear, pain and ecstasy.

Mendoza began to move deep within her hot satiny depths; ever so slowly he moved, reigniting the craving and ache that tormented Ava's body and sending even more powerful sensations throughout Mendoza. 

"Ohh..." Ava shuddered. She felt so stretched, so full, but impossibly she craved more. 

Gazing up at his exceptionally bright eyes, Ava's breath caught in her chest; her whole being screamed his name with lust and love, and she knew that he was the only man for her. 

Her hips moved of their own accord, as she matched his rhythm and passion. Her hands wound around the thick corded muscles of his neck, and one hand splayed through his hair. She drew him to her mouth, kissing deeply before her hands moved to his shoulders, where she felt his powerful muscles tense and release with their movements. Ava could feel her tension rising again, this time the feeling flooding her body with molten lust.

He had never felt such bliss. Triumphant and terrified; finally she surrendered to him but now more than ever he was in fear of loosing her, hurting her or worse not being able to protect her. In that instant he vowed to protect her til death. Satisfied with his thoughts, Mendoza's primal instincts took over.

He gripped Ava's hips, pulling her impossibly closer and tighter around him, before swiftly running his hands along her thighs, pushing them up to hook her ankles around his neck. Ava cried out, and she arched back as he plunged deeper.

Mendoza suffered to contain his lust. Groaning her name, his chest shimmered with sweat, muscles rippling; he began driving deeper and harder with each thrust. She was so wet, burning hot -- he buried himself over and over again.

He couldn't tear his gaze away from Ava, hair spread like a halo, writhing in pleasure and begging him for more. She had one hand on her left breast, softly squeezing and stroking it the other arm up above her head on the pillow. His gaze shifted to her rosy mouth, parted and moist, breathing his name. 

Ava couldn't believe the sensations; he was velvety soft yet demandingly hard, she adored how it felt when he entered her over and over, the fullness and the satisfaction. She wished she could be with him like this forever. 

Mendoza's hand slipped down her thigh to softly stroke her folds as he continued to pound fiercely into her depths, brushing the sensitive nub he caused Ava to shudder violently before sending her into a near blackout of ecstasy.

The fire and explosive passion claimed him, and he strained to cry her name as he felt her come; Pulsing, throbbing, squeezing exquisitely around him. His almost felt paralysed.

Sinking deep into Ava, Mendoza held her tight as they both struggled to breathe, the aftershocks still pleasuring them. He rolled gently to his side, bringing Ava with him then to his back, while her limp body draped over him. He kissed her temple, trying to calm his heart he could feel hers beating just as hard. 

Ava's head nestled on his broad chest, still straddling him she dozed in the pleasure haze. Mendoza feather lightly stroked her hair, before resting his hand on the sweet curve of her neck. 

Many minutes passed before either spoke a word. Mendoza broke the sated silence. 

"Good god Angel, look what you do to me..."

Ava turned her head to blink at him, eyes wide and bright, her cheeks still flushed. 

In that innocent look, Mendoza's body incredibly reacted. Unbelievably he wanted her again. He could feel himself stir, his cock already throbbing and growing.

Ava felt him twitch, as he was still deep inside her. She tensed at the feeling, and involuntarily wriggled on him.

"Ohhh" Mendoza groaned, almost painfully. 

Intrigued by his reaction, Ava moved her hips again, their gazes clashing green and blue tainted with lust. 

Suddenly, Ava sat upright -- causing Mendoza to moan again, and in return he gripped her hips, anchoring her to him.

Ava's mouth opened to protest, but no words came. As if in a trance, she gazed down at the intimidating powerful man who she had now captive. 

In return Mendoza drank in the stunning sight of this siren. Hair tangled and tumbling golden red shades of autumn around her shoulders, pert and taut breasts sitting proudly, slender curves of her waist and that gorgeous mouth slightly parted, he was convinced he was in heaven. 

Holding his gaze, Ava daringly sent him a slight smile, eyes dancing with wicked desire before giving him the most seductive gaze, as if she was an experienced courtesan. 

Ava shifted her weight again, this time rolling her hips slowly in a circle. She brazenly held his gaze, ignoring the fierce blush that sweep over her cheeks. She watched Mendoza's eyes shut tight, as if he were fighting to resist.

Ava rolled her hips again, grinding herself a little harder each time against his hips. A throaty growl from Mendoza reverberated around the room, the sound sending electric sparks through Ava. 

Encouraged and craving more, Ava grinded and rolled her hips harder ever slowly increasing speed. She loved how full she felt with him, but she wanted more. 

With sheer lust and a new found confidence, she grabbed his hands firmly grasping them to her breasts, moulding his hands firmly to her skin. Mendoza willingly obliged, twisting her taut nipples, cupping the swell, kneading and rubbing making Ava sigh loudly. 

Another whimper escaped from her lips as she changed direction with her hips. 

Ava began to rise and fall on his swollen cock. Sliding herself up and down slowly she felt how deep he was and she delighted in the sensation. In return, Mendoza's hands slipped to her waist, gripping her possessively. 

Sighing with shivers of pleasure that shimmered through her, she arched her head back, her breasts thrusting forward, swaying heavy with her movements. 

Mendoza firmly grasped her right wrist, and deftly moved her hand onto her own sex, pushing her fingers into her saturated and throbbing folds. Ava's moans were huskier and richer, as she continued to pleasure herself, still luxuriously grinding and sliding on him.

He had never seen anything so sensuous, so entrancing. He struggled to contain himself, wanting her to take her pleasure, but the sight she presented was proving too much to resist.

Gripping her hips, Mendoza began to lift and drive into her as she came down on him. Ava let out at yelp, and started to ride him harder. Her skin glowed and glistened with the shimmer of heat, and Mendoza could feel his sweat trickling down his sides.  

Throwing her head back again, crying out Ava rode hard and heavy, taking Mendoza as deep as she could. She palmed herself while Mendoza plunged deep before an explosive and unexpected shudder overwhelmed and consumed her. 

Almost instantaneously, Mendoza filled her, so powerful that he too cried loud in passionate exhilaration. 

Ava collapsed onto Mendoza's heaving chest, her body humming wildly as was his. 

Ava fell quickly into a sated sleep, Mendoza still wide awake and still comprehending how he had ended up with such an angel, one who tested him and herself, one that as much as he would never admit he admired greatly and had a great urge to be with her almost constantly. 

Hours later, drifting in and out of sleep, Mendoza was aware of the noise that seemed to be growing from the deck. Wearily he gently shifted Ava and covered her with blankets before silently sliding out of the bed. 

An uneasy feeling swept over him as he heard to fearful sound of swords being unsheathed; swiftly he dressed, and armed with his own sword left the cabin to investigate.

Ava stirred with the noise of the door being shut and bolted. Still in a dreamlike state, she wondered who was making all that noise.

Suddenly Ava woke with a start; sitting bolt upright as she heard the sound of gunfire and the roar of a man in excruciating pain. Her head spun from the quick movement of sitting up, and for a moment she was disoriented. Her throat closed with fear, blood running cold as it sunk in that she knew that voice, the throaty roar.

Trembling and holding the sheets close to her chin she whispered to him, "Mendoza...?"



Ava and The New World Ch. 09



Mustering up her all her strength, Ava slowly began to move her stiff joints still paralysed with fear. She was sure her heart would explode for it was beating so fiercely, and a cold sweat had replaced the ardour that had enveloped her only moments earlier.

The muffled sounds of a struggle made her freeze again momentarily before she deftly rose from the bed, sweeping a sheet around her, tying it tight across one shoulder, and then back again over her chest. 

Ava's eyes hastily searched the cabin for a weapon, and she saw her dagger on the floor amongst her clothes. As she bent to retrieve it, the cabin door ferociously blew in off its hinges.

Ava stopped dead in her movements, still crouched to take the dagger she slowly lifted her lashes to meet a pair of the coldest, ice blue eyes she had ever seen.

The huge man filled the doorway, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his hard mouth while his gaze did more than just sweep over Ava, it devoured her. 

Panicked thoughts were ricocheting through her head, her body also beginning to tremble with pure fear. Unable to move Ava stayed low, her eyes wide and gazing at the stranger.

He was so big, powerful oversized arms, long dirty dark hair with an untidy beard and many scars. 

"What a fine treasure we have here boys!" The man bellowed to his crew. 

He continued in a low murmur, "One that will bring either a good price, or better pleasure." 

His devil smile sent chills throughout Ava's already trembling body. In a surge of courage, Ava rose to her feet meeting and challenging the mans gaze.

With a confidence she did not feel Ava spoke loudly, 

"I will not be sold for any price, nor taken for personal pleasure sir..." she paused awkwardly, not knowing what else to say.

The man chuckled with satisfaction at her efforts, 

"Ahhh! A woman with spirit is exactly what we need; I do love a good fight..." His gaze travelled down her body suggestively before meeting her shocked face again. 

He stepped back from the cabin doorway, before turning and nodding to someone on deck.

Ava's heart slammed into her ribcage. Her thoughts filtered through; she was not going to get out of this anytime soon. Before she could make any move, two pairs of filthy hands had seized her, roughly dragging her from the cabin.

Ava found her voice and shrieked, while desperately trying to wriggle free of her human cage. 

Mendoza's head was foggy; through the dark he could hear his angel's cries. Struggling to fight his way through the dark fog he managed to open his eyes, in blurry vision he saw her being carried across the deck, the bed sheet trailing along the boards, flapping in the morning breeze. 

His side began to ache unbearably. His head too, pounding with excruciating pain and the warmth of pooling of blood underneath his body made him realise the situation. Anger and fear for Ava started to hum through his veins. A new found energy consumed him, and the pain faded into the back of his mind. 

Painfully, and awkwardly Mendoza stumbled to his feet, patting his sides to find his sword. Grasping the hilt firmly Mendoza adjusted his sights on the other ship where in a flurry of sheets Ava was being taken away. 

He did not recognise the ship, nor its colours. As quickly as they had come aboard the pirates had left with valuables, charts, weaponry and his most priceless possession -- Ava.

"Mendoza!" the bosun yelled out to him, running up the deck to stop Mendoza from following Ava.

"Mendoza, we will get her, I promise! Right now you need a plan; you can't just go out and get her." 

Mendoza's gaze was fixed on the ever disappearing ship. 

"How many injured?" Mendoza gruffly asked.

"Only 4, 5 including you." The bosun replied sternly, "The captain is down below with the ships surgeon, Mendoza, I beseech you, focus on fixing things here first, we will get Ava."

Mendoza's fury erupted, 

"Every damned second you waste talking is a second further away from the pirates! Hoist the mainsail, hard to starboard and get this ship going!" he commanded to the dishevelled crew.

"Get the lifeboat and my guns bosun..." Mendoza hurried to the helm.

"NOW!" his voice bellowed across the deck.

Aboard the pirate ship, Ava continued her hardest to get away from the greasy groping hands of the pirates, and to their delight the bed sheet had finally come loose and fallen away.

In sheer embarrassment and fear Ava stood naked against the main mast, where she had backed up to for some cover. Hot red stains glowed upon her cheeks, the flush continuing across her chest. Glancing around at the growing pack of wolf like expressions, Ava moved to retrieve the crumpled, soiled sheet.

The glint of a sword stilled Ava, her arm still outstretched for the little protection she had. The long sliver blade poised below her chin ominously. 

The pirate's deep voice startled Ava,

"Stand up." He ordered threateningly.

Ava slowly stood up, avoiding his eyes, crossing her arms across her bare chest. Her cheeks her flaming, her pride nearly destroyed. A single fat tear escaped her dark lashes, rolling quickly down her pale face.

The man walked around her, as if assessing her. 

"Such fine beauty shouldn't be hidden by cloth, nor by anything miss," he continued, the crew murmuring and chuckling in agreement.

"Such beauty should be admired, tasted... and tried." His devil grin was wide and hungry. 

Ava's eyes lifted to stare in horror at the man. 

His menacing hand moved towards her face, where Ava flinched and side stepped away.

"I don't plan to use violence on you miss, unless you force me to..." His dirty crew gathered and grew rowdy.

"How dare you..." Ava spat out at him, "You will cease this vile behaviour at once, and give me that damned sheet!"

His ice blue eyes danced with amusement, he gazed at the brave beauty before whipping the sheet away from Ava's reach. 

Ava gasped in anger and revulsion,

"I would rather die than be touched by you!" She snapped bitterly.

Ignoring her, he turned away.

"Tie her up men!" he bellowed the feral crew eager to get close to Ava and fought over who would tie her to the mast. The entire crew were behind her wrestling to hold some rope, or touch her skin.

Seeing the smallest glimmer of hope, Ava darted from reach, deftly moving and crouching through the wild arms and legs of the crew. She sprinted to the ships rail, desperately searching for an out.

In a lightening quick move, Ava launched herself from the ship and disappeared into the freezing blue waters below.

From the small lifeboat battling in the swell, Mendoza saw the goddess figure plunge into the sea.

"Good god!" He exclaimed, terror moved through his heart.

"Bosun, paddle faster, Ava is in the water!" 

The bosun glanced worriedly at Mendoza who was pale and clammy from the loss of blood, now greying whilst watching his love disappear into the ocean. Mendoza's brow furrowed his eyes full of anguish.

"You distract them, fire some warning shots away from her to draw them away, I shall swim to her, come back for us!"

"Mendoza!" Bosun berated him, but it was too late, as Mendoza leapt into the icy waters too.

Ava broke the surface, gasping from the pain and shock of the cold water. She began to swim wildly away from the ship, not daring to look back, just trying to put as much distance between them. As a child she used to dive for shells, holding her breath for minutes before needing air, and swam with the best of the boys on the islands.

Gritting her teeth, she sobbed between strokes. The cold was creeping in through her veins, and she slowed her swimming.

She could hear above the water the shouts and cries of the pirates, and the splash that followed her. Adrenaline flooded her body again and Ava continued to swim hard, not wanting to look back.

Taking a deep breath she dove beneath the surface, her whole body flowing in haste.

Mendoza saw the pirate dive in after Ava. He momentarily panicked that he wouldn't reach her in time. His side screamed in pain, the salt water seeping and stinging the open wound. In the water the blood was running freely from the gunshot wound. Growling in pain, Mendoza continued with large sweeping strokes, pushing him further toward them.

Ava broke the surface with a strangled gasp only yards away from Mendoza. Relief swamped Mendoza's heart, but he knew they weren't safe yet. 

"Ava!" He called to her.

Ava's eyes were wide and terrified, as they locked gaze with Mendoza's. 

Not believing what she was seeing, Ava just bobbed in the water, her hair now dark and bedraggled, clinging to her face and shoulders. Her voice cracked, 

"Mendoza?" 

Mendoza swam sharply to her fragile, trembling body, his arms swamping her, holding her to him in a crushing embrace. He frantically kissed her head, her cheeks and her mouth. 

A panicked voice from far away alarmed Mendoza, the pirate was catching up to them.

In a harsh voice he begged her, 

"Ava, you must keep swimming, just a bit further til the bosun comes back to us..." 

"Don't leave me!" Ava sobbed; her small vulnerable frame clung to his strong shoulders. 

"Ava, just swim! You will be safe I promise." Mendoza finished his eyes sad and desperate. 

If only she knew how she looked to him -- so delicate, vulnerable yet still so intoxicatingly enchanting. 

Ava nodded at him, and it took all her courage to let go of the man she loved. Diving below the surface hot tears stung her eyes, and she choked back her fear.

Mendoza turned toward the pirate ship; the pirate was slowly swimming his way. Mendoza drew his dagger, ready to finish him off. His wet shirt was now stained with seeping blood; the water around him too had a tinge.

Looking past the pirate, he noticed the ship slowly turning away. Mendoza narrowed his stormy gaze, were they coming towards them or away? He realised they were setting sail to run away. Boosted with a surge of confidence he yelled out to the bosun, who too had seen the change in the pirate ship's direction.

The pirate turned to see his ship moving off, he bellowed furiously, his face burning red his voice harsh and hoarse. Looking back at Mendoza he decided against following. He turned toward his ship and frantically swam away.

"Coward!" Mendoza roared, still poised to strike.

The bosun had paddled his way to Ava, hauling her out of the freezing waters, quickly wrapping her in whatever they had.

Mendoza turned over to float on his back, taking the chance to breathe and rest before swimming to the boat. The sun was getting high, must be nearing midday he thought to himself, not realising how long this ordeal had taken. His side began to throb incessantly. 

Turning back over he saw the bosun paddling only feet away.

"Mendoza!" the bosun called out.

He reached out to help him into the boat, not before nearly tipping the small vessel over.

Mendoza slumped in the boat, his tired gaze fixated on the angel at the other end. All he could do is breathe painfully, and stare at her.

Ava sat huddled in layers of shirts, a coat and a blanket. Unable to move from the cold, Ava returned his gaze, her eyes warm and longing, bursting with love. 

Both dazed, the trip back to the ship was a foggy haze, and once on deck Ava crumpled into Mendoza's arms. 

The ships surgeon was waiting for them both, hastily tending to Ava with blankets and warm food, before taking Mendoza below to seal his wound with a hot iron. They both were given laudanum and send to bed for rest.

Mid morning the next day Ava dreamily snuggled into the warmth behind her, shifting her hips against it before realising where she was. With another jolt she realised she was naked. Her whole body tensed, she felt his strong arm about her waist, reassuring and tender, and Ava sighed softly with relief. Shifting again, she turned over to face him. His stormy blue eyes were smouldering, his gaze holding hers before dropping to her full lips.

Ava's belly fluttered, a hot ache began to burn deeply and her green eyes brightened with her lust. Without saying a word, Ava knew what they both wanted.

Daringly, Ava slowly moved, her lips grazing his softly, before gently nudging his lips apart and kissing him deeply.

Instantly Mendoza grew, he had never seen her look as desirable as he had this morning. More ethereal, more of a woman than any he had ever known.

Having no patience he throatily growled and swiftly rolled her underneath him, kissing her fervently.

Ava was slightly startled at his aggression, but it sent her further into her own passion as she felt his thighs shove hers apart quickly. 

He continued to kiss her, while reaching down between them he grabbed his straining, proud cock and began to slowly and softly stoke it against her, racking her body with shockwaves as he brushed softly against her clit.

Ava instinctively moved her hips, aching to have more yet delighting in the sensations that enveloped her. Crying out each time he brushed against her, Ava felt she couldn't take much more. She too reached between them firmly grabbing his hand around his cock and sliding it slightly down.

Firmly, and swiftly Mendoza drove into her, the incredible heat scorching his skin, nearly sending him over the edge. 

Ava cried out again as he filled her completely.

Mendoza was struggling to breathe, the pain in his side was strong, but the ecstasy he felt with Ava was thrilling. His dark hair fell across his shimmering eyes, and his muscles rippled across his chest and back. He slipped his arms beneath her knees, lifting her legs to lock over his shoulders and continued to thrust deep into her tight hot depths.

Mendoza thumbed her clit erratically, and Ava writhed and arched beneath him passionately. 

Ava's arms were outstretched above her head, her glorious autumn hair splayed out around her, and her eyes were the brightest Mendoza had ever seen. 

Unrelentingly he thrust his aching swollen cock into her; he could feel his own body tremble with the exquisite sensations before he felt her body shudder fiercely and close tight around him. Ava cried out his name, her eyes shut tight as she arched her back, taut breasts thrust upward. 

He too couldn't help but cry out, as he sank deep into her, stunning sensations assaulting his body. He scooped her in his arms, the aftershocks still sending blissful waves throughout their bodies.

He held her tight, and settled his weight beside her, not letting her go. The pain in his side was burning and screaming throughout his body now. Trying not to groan he slowed his breathing.

He gently kissed her temple, before nestling his lips against her ear; he managed to whisper between his last breaths,

"Ava..."

He lifted his head to look at her.

"... I love you."