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If you don't like this kind of art, shut up and click the back button.

Comments and critique are welcome!

Credit for the original line-art goes to SaburoX and his picture, [link]

Upon reading the rough draft of the story, Curse of the Black Rose, featuring my OC as her pirate counterpart, written my buddy I couldn't resist but slowly working out a drawing of her. ^.^ I'm currently in the process of editing the story and hope to have it posted soon. In the mean time check out some of Ziginz other awesome stories.

She doesn't have a need for an eye patch but I had to add it after watching the Mythbusters Pirate Special about wearing an eye patch for the nightvision.

Edit: Yes I know her right sleeve is too small around the wrist compared to the other side. xD I had it already inked before I noticed that problem.

Below features a sneak peak at the story to come;

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The sun shined brightly over the ocean as a single ship cut its way through the calm tides. On board and scurrying across the deck were a collection of young women dressed in simple marine attire. At first glance they seemed like your average sea-goers, but upon further inspection one could see these female mariners were armed to the teeth with swords, pistols, knives, and other light weapons. Some sported scars while others bore colorful tattoos across their bodies. Few would suspect this to be the ship of the infamous Dread Pirate, the Black Rose (of Styx). Her ship, The Ferryman, and her crew (nicknamed the Rose Pedals) were infamous for their raiding policy. No ship was immune to their treasure-hungry sights, be it the ship of nobles, merchants, or even naval vessels.

The Black Rose allowed only females join her crew and serve under the Ferryman's colors, for reasons she kept to herself, but as she has had to prove more then once, she fears no man and often enjoys humiliating these high and mighty men by leaving them nude upon their broken and plundered vessels. She was not without mercy however and often times left them and their remaining crew with a few days of supplies. She and her crew were swiftly making names for themselves and becoming the kings errr... Queens of the sea… despite their captain's “condition”.

A year and a half ago the Black Rose encountered an old woman whose son she had "killed" during a raid upon a port city. The son, as her land-based intelligence had told her, was a black-hearted businessman and corrupt city council member. In Rose’s mind, this man deserved no mercy and an "accident" had simply occurred during their occupation. The woman didn’t see it that way and placed a curse upon the Black Rose and her crew. At first the curse did not manifest itself, but within a week the curse’s effects were starting to show.

A young women strode across the deck of the Ferryman, barking orders to other women atop the ship's main mast and rigging. She had light blond hair, sea-blue eyes, and a healthy but slender physique. A simple blue bandanna adorned her head, keeping her short hair in order and out of her face. A short loose white top outlined the curves of her torso, a battered leather belt held up worn tan slacks and a previously nice pair of leather boots covered her feet. Hanging from her belt was a well-used cutlass and two flintlock pistols while two knives rested in their sheathes strapped to both her thighs. The final feature the Black Rose's first mate carried was currently shared by her captain and a few other of the crew. Leaving the main deck and entering the Captain's cabin, she let out a sigh of relief and gently rubbed the protruding bump of her belly. She appeared as if she were several months pregnant.

Lina: "Man, this thing really is starting to hamper my movement...”

Rose: "You? HA! Have you taken a good look at ME recently Lina?”

Slowly rising from her high-backed leather chair and desk, Rose moved to stand in the late afternoon light beaming in through the cabin's large bay windows. True to her name, the Black Rose was clothed in a black leather top, black leather slacks with a crimson sash, knee-high black leather boots, and a lengthy black captain's coat. If her outfit was stunning, her figure was even more so with perfectly rounded coconut sized breasts and hips to die for. Her fair skin had tanned to an almost gold tone from years on the seas and her crimson eyes were matched by her shoulder length blood red hair. The last major point of her physique was the mound of flesh that burst from confines of her black shirt(s). She looked as if she were seven months pregnant... with twins.

Description
If you don't like this kind of art, shut up and click the back button.

Comments and critique are welcome!

Credit for the original line-art goes to SaburoX and his picture, [link]

Upon reading the rough draft of the story, Curse of the Black Rose, featuring my OC as her pirate counterpart, written my buddy I couldn't resist but slowly working out a drawing of her. ^.^ I'm currently in the process of editing the story and hope to have it posted soon. In the mean time check out some of Ziginz other awesome stories.

She doesn't have a need for an eye patch but I had to add it after watching the Mythbusters Pirate Special about wearing an eye patch for the nightvision.

Edit: Yes I know her right sleeve is too small around the wrist compared to the other side. xD I had it already inked before I noticed that problem.

Below features a sneak peak at the story to come;

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The sun shined brightly over the ocean as a single ship cut its way through the calm tides. On board and scurrying across the deck were a collection of young women dressed in simple marine attire. At first glance they seemed like your average sea-goers, but upon further inspection one could see these female mariners were armed to the teeth with swords, pistols, knives, and other light weapons. Some sported scars while others bore colorful tattoos across their bodies. Few would suspect this to be the ship of the infamous Dread Pirate, the Black Rose (of Styx). Her ship, The Ferryman, and her crew (nicknamed the Rose Pedals) were infamous for their raiding policy. No ship was immune to their treasure-hungry sights, be it the ship of nobles, merchants, or even naval vessels.

The Black Rose allowed only females join her crew and serve under the Ferryman's colors, for reasons she kept to herself, but as she has had to prove more then once, she fears no man and often enjoys humiliating these high and mighty men by leaving them nude upon their broken and plundered vessels. She was not without mercy however and often times left them and their remaining crew with a few days of supplies. She and her crew were swiftly making names for themselves and becoming the kings errr... Queens of the sea… despite their captain's “condition”.

A year and a half ago the Black Rose encountered an old woman whose son she had "killed" during a raid upon a port city. The son, as her land-based intelligence had told her, was a black-hearted businessman and corrupt city council member. In Rose’s mind, this man deserved no mercy and an "accident" had simply occurred during their occupation. The woman didn’t see it that way and placed a curse upon the Black Rose and her crew. At first the curse did not manifest itself, but within a week the curse’s effects were starting to show.

A young women strode across the deck of the Ferryman, barking orders to other women atop the ship's main mast and rigging. She had light blond hair, sea-blue eyes, and a healthy but slender physique. A simple blue bandanna adorned her head, keeping her short hair in order and out of her face. A short loose white top outlined the curves of her torso, a battered leather belt held up worn tan slacks and a previously nice pair of leather boots covered her feet. Hanging from her belt was a well-used cutlass and two flintlock pistols while two knives rested in their sheathes strapped to both her thighs. The final feature the Black Rose's first mate carried was currently shared by her captain and a few other of the crew. Leaving the main deck and entering the Captain's cabin, she let out a sigh of relief and gently rubbed the protruding bump of her belly. She appeared as if she were several months pregnant.

Lina: "Man, this thing really is starting to hamper my movement...”

Rose: "You? HA! Have you taken a good look at ME recently Lina?”

Slowly rising from her high-backed leather chair and desk, Rose moved to stand in the late afternoon light beaming in through the cabin's large bay windows. True to her name, the Black Rose was clothed in a black leather top, black leather slacks with a crimson sash, knee-high black leather boots, and a lengthy black captain's coat. If her outfit was stunning, her figure was even more so with perfectly rounded coconut sized breasts and hips to die for. Her fair skin had tanned to an almost gold tone from years on the seas and her crimson eyes were matched by her shoulder length blood red hair. The last major point of her physique was the mound of flesh that burst from confines of her black shirt(s). She looked as if she were seven months pregnant... with twins.