Regalia had been abducted by pirates the previous morning at around 8 o'clock. In retrospect, it seemed an odd hour for kidnapping, especially by pirates. One doesn't usually think of pirates getting up early, but then the sea never sleeps so she supposed that neither do pirates. What was more curious was that she lived in a land-locked area of Great Britain.
"But we're inland," she told the motley crew of pistol-toting, saber-wielding, gold-toothed ruffians.
"Dinna matta, lass," said their brawny leader, who was also--given the accent and the kilt--Scottish as well as a pirate."Ay, but you are a comely wench, aren't ye?" And gave her a wink.
Fortunately, just as Regalia was beginning to fear her virtue would be forcibly stripped from her by this brutish but strangely attractive privateer ("I dinna wurk for the Chrown, lass. I've me own code of honour!"), their post-chaise was held up by a conveniently placed gang of highwaymen, all in greatcoats, tricorns and masks! Good heavens! And she hadn't even had breakfast. How very unsporting.
"Yer money or your life, milord," rang out an impudent and deliciously baritone voice.
Uh oh, thought Regalia, looking for a place or a pirate to hide behind.
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