A pirate's life for me

[intriguess]

(been watching too much 'pirates of the caribbean' I think)

It's a pirates life for me, she sang wildly off key. She dressed plainly and sang loudly, everyone knew her, Black Marie. She had recently lost her crew, those that had survived had gone on to bigger/better things or jail or worse.

She was known as fair, and lucky, and right now she was drunk, very very drunk. She stumbled into the tavern and wondered who she might find to crew her ship. In good time those who wanted needed a ship/berth/way out of town would find her.

Right now she was trying to forget her last voyage and after getting another bottle of spiced rum she was well on her way.

 

[RolandOfGilead]

Marco O'Hoolihan

Captain of the Athena - A tall man, broad shouldered and tan - he enjoys getting drunk and berating his crew with incoherent ravings. Nicknamed "Hook" for his enormous cock, whose head is covered with scar tissue from a burn. the tissue acts as a natural enhancement to his cock, and ol' Marco has pleasured many a sally lass on many a voyage.


IC:

It was tenth glass of rum, and his eyes drooped a little. As always, his cock stiffened against his breeches at the thought of a woman, for it had been many a moon since he'd had a good lay this side of Singapore. He'd lost four men in a monsoon there, and had been plagued by ill portents since.

He spied Black Marie over the rim of his glass. Fair she was, aye, with a generous swell of bosom and a lilting, drunken laugh that screamed "FECK ME!"

He rose, unsteadily, and went to her table.

"I like the song, love - care to teach me and me crew the words?"

A feral glint entered her green eyes. "Aye, I'll teach ye - at a price."

 

[intriguess]

Black Marie

The line was so old and his come on so obvious, that were she not snockered and in need of a distraction she would have sent him reeling in the opposite direction. She gave a flippant reply and then countered with an offer of her own. "Hows abouts I just teach it to you and you can instruct your crew by yerself?" Private singing lessons now that wuz interesting she thought as she sized him up and the bulge in his pants.

"Perhaps yull tell me about how you got your burn...." her words were getting slurred and sloppy and she downed more rum and noticed that her normally thin white sailing shirt is torn, stained with blood and licquor, and showing far more skin than usual. Her britches were at least in good shape and her dark black hair was in need of a good cleaning.

 

[RolandOfGilead]

"Yar..."
He was as hard as the Athena's plank, and easily as elongated. He grabbed her arm hard enough to bruise. "I've got a room in yon brothel, if ye'd ken it. I share it with a fine bitch, if ye'd not mind. I'll tell ye about my boat - she's a pert one, aye..."

She stood up of her own accord, slightly bent over - enough to see the fine pale flesh of her tits, the pink of her nipples as they stood erect against the cotton shirt.

"And I'll even recall the tale of how ol' O'Hollihan's cock got...shall we say, enhanced...

What say you?"

 

[intriguess]

Black Marie

Normally she would mind but being deep into a bottle allowed her to not care a fuck after all it was just one night. Then each would be off on their on boats.

"Sure, but take it easy on me arm, or expect to get punched in the face." She was not one of the week willed women that would spread her legs and just lie there like a limp noodle.

 

[little_golden]

Maria Tangana

Maria was all of eighteen years old and the daughter of one of the wealthier men in town - the innkeeper. Though the village was a small island town, amongst many other in the Caribbean, her father was playing both the authorities and the pirates alike. He was growing rich and prosperous.

Maria like any good Spanish woman, was a beauty with her long dark black hair, darker tanned skin, thick lips, and a certain air of superiority. Since her father was so rich she almost expected to marry nobility - though she herself was of low birth. She hated that her father made her work the tavern serving the men. Some nights it was all she could do to keep their hands off her virginal body.....

OCC... If you would like a land adventure or kidnap victim. If you do not want her please advise and she will disappear.... Smiles!

 

[RolandOfGilead]

OOC:

She could be the whore Marco O'Hoolihan was going on about - the one in his room at the brothel.

Just a thought.

***

O'Hoolihan led his bonny lass by the ass, grabbing a palmful of warm flesh and giving it a squeeze. "Yo ho..." he hummed. Black Marie slugged him in the lip. Blood trickled from the split, and Marco laughed.

"You're in fine spirits, Missy - I like them fiesty and fresh, yar..."

 

[RolandOfGilead]

OOC:

She could be the whore Marco O'Hoolihan was going on about - the one in his room at the brothel.

Just a thought.

***

O'Hoolihan led his bonny lass by the ass, grabbing a palmful of warm flesh and giving it a squeeze. "Yo ho..." he hummed. Black Marie slugged him in the lip. Blood trickled from the split, and Marco laughed.

"You're in fine spirits, Missy - I like them fiesty and fresh, yar..."

 

[intriguess]

Black Marie

She might be small but she was tough from working a shipand her hands were callused, her skin was tan where it had been exposed to sun and salt water. Being drunk made her slightly more beligerant than usual.

But hell he rubbed her the wrong and right way both at the same time. Of course her tolerance for drink was high, but she had drank a lot, loosing ones entire crew to death, jail, other ships, or worse. She tried not to think about the worse part as she punched him for groping her roughly and in the street.

His room in the brothel was in worse shape, she had seen worse, but not many. The brothel smelled nasty, and the women gave her looks that ranged from curious to predatory.

 

[RolandOfGilead]

"Yar," O'Hoolihan said. "Yon bitch should be hear in a moment. Now tell me, yar in need of a ship, I ken?"

 

[intriguess]

Black Marie

Good lord he was going to talk business? and talking about his bitch.......she debated whether she wanted to share a bed so badly as to share it with him and his bitch.

"Perhaps, but I don't mix business with pleasure, I only mix pain with both...." she laughed heartily and wondered if perhaps she needed another bottle of gin in her.

 

[little_golden]

Maria, was a sultry she-devil at 18 years of age. She was anxious to experience life and resented her father's decision to make her work at the inn. During her younger years she had hoped that her father would send her off to school and maybe she'd meet some rich suitor and find herself living rich and wealthy. Instead her reality was that she was stuck in sweltering oven of an island with a small population, infested with bugs, and subject to visits by pirates and war ships alike. She never knew which ship would sail in - English, French, Dutch or Spanish. In her mind, she liked the Spanish the best - since they looked more like her and seemed more cultured and refined.

The men from the ships, were frequent visitors at the inn, especially the officers. She knew her good looks had enabled her to make a little extra in tips. The eyes she often got from the men made her realized how they were longing for the company of a woman during their long sea voyages. If it wasn't for the constant presence of her father, and his huge bulk of a body, and menacing ham-like fists, she would certainly have long ago lost her virginity to a sweet talker or one of the rough (more forceful) ship hands.

Maria looked out the second floor window of the inn and took in the evening breeze. She had finished cleaning the room and was taking a break so she stroked back a stray strand of her long black hair.....

As she looked out the window, she wondered about the rumor in town that a pirate ship would be sneaking in tonight under the cover of darkness for supplies, trade, beer, and wenching. If this were true, it would be a busy and dangerous night.