Avast Ye!

[Wolk]

The sight of her happiness put a smile on Rocco's face. He might have been a fallen gentleman, but he was raised as one and some things were deep in his soul where the perils of life that threw him so couldn't reach. He did still have plans for this pretty girl's beautiful body, but he also wasn't thinking just about that any longer. She'd make a nice companion for the long tip in other ways.

"Fighting spirit there in you, ah, Honey?" He grinned approvingly. "Good, ye'r a pirate lass now." He laughed and put his black mean-looking hat onto her golden-haired head, making for quite an amusing sight on such a pretty girl.

"Now, I was going here to get some sleep, and by the looks of it that's what you were doing too." Rocco noted. "Go on, get back in the bed for the night. I'll join you in a minute; just need to tell the captain of you."

With that he walked out. Finding the captain wasn't hard and in a few sentences told him what was going. He's found himself an assistant, a young pirate. She's a woman and with no experience at all, and unlike Sabre can't take care of herself if just thrust among all the men. So she will stay with him while she learns the ropes.

 

[Dragonlady]

Honey Jones

She looked at him and noddes as she took off her dress and hoped in bed leaveing room for him as she fell fast asleep in her underware .

 

[Wolk]

Returning to his cabin, Rocco blew out the lamp and undressed himself. He joined Honey, sharing the small one-man bed with her sexy little body pressed against him. For a little while, he tried to just fall asleep, but as minutes built into a quarter hour and those grew into a full hour, his body was only getting more excited, until finally he could do nothing more to contain his raging erection or ignore it.

He hugged her closer, putting his hand on her front, and began exploring her body, caressing it softly. He rubbed her chest, her firm breasts, her tummy, her creamy thighs and then, finally, he touched and caressed what was between them, feeling the soft and gentle hair tickle his palm and rise his cock even harder. It was now swollen, full, hard as the steel of his cutlass, and loaded like a cannon. It poked against her back, lodged between her buttocks, separated from her body by only a thin layer of his and her underwear.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre ran a hand through her hair, and smiled. He definitely will make a good captain... With a sigh, she turned around to lean against the rail on her front, and kept staring at Barbados' landscape. It looked so peaceful from the outside, yet so busy from the inside...

Sabre almost wondered what normal people lived like, but she decided she didn't care about that anymore, and walked off towards her quarters. In them, she noticed Jack had left the rum bottle in it. With a naughty grin, Sabre took it and her glass, and got back to the deck.

Sabre sat on the ship's bow, a few meters above the figurehead. What a better way to celebrate her new occupation, than getting a bit drunk the night before? Of course, not too drunk. Pouring herself a glass, she savoured it slowly, looking up at the moon, and its reflection on the water. She felt like writing a poem... but she didn't know how to. She had not been educated on that sense.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack woke up the next morning feeling refreshed. It was the start of a new life. He dressd quickly, throwing a top on and pulling his trousers on. He went and knocked on the door to Rocco's quarters, sure he'd be bunked up with the stowaway he'd taken in-tow. That might cause problems as the voyage went on, but hopefully Jack could keep the men in line. He sighed, the woman, Honey, had made the Blood Money's maiden voyage a bit more complicated. Oh well he thought, he had done the same thing with Sabre, but told himself that was because she would be a valuable crew member, and that he had no other motives at all. Right.
Rocco answered, looking like he'd had a long night, but Jack could still read the fire and alterness in his eyes, a good sign indeed. "Did all the men get onboard?" When Rocco nodded an affirmation Jack relaxed. "Thank God for that, well then, shall we prepare to cast off? Morning tide is fast approaching." He smiled as he headed up to deck, stopping to summon Sabre from her quarters. "We'll be casting off in a few, I need every hand up there on deck to make sure things go smoothly."
Jack sauntered out onto deck, surveying the crew he had, some still asleep on deck, others waking up and getting ready to start the day.
"ALL HANDS ON DECK!" Jack screamed, waking up the rest of the sleeping crew. "I HOPE YOU ALL KISSED YER LADIES GOODBYE! FOR TODAY WE SAIL! MAKE READY!" Jack looked over at Rocco. "Continue the preparations and sail as soon as we're ready, I'm going to go take a look at the maps and figure out where we can start making a name for ourselves."

 

[Dragonlady]

Honey Jones

Returning to his cabin, Rocco blew out the lamp and undressed himself. He joined Honey, sharing the small one-man bed with her sexy little body pressed against him. For a little while, he tried to just fall asleep, but as minutes built into a quarter hour and those grew into a full hour, his body was only getting more excited, until finally he could do nothing more to contain his raging erection or ignore it.

He hugged her closer, putting his hand on her front, and began exploring her body, caressing it softly. He rubbed her chest, her firm breasts, her tummy, her creamy thighs and then, finally, he touched and caressed what was between them, feeling the soft and gentle hair tickle his palm and rise his cock even harder. It was now swollen, full, hard as the steel of his cutlass, and loaded like a cannon. It poked against her back, lodged between her buttocks, separated from her body by only a thin layer of his and her underwear.

Honey was haveing a wonderful dream of someone loveing her, running their hands down her body and touching between her legs , She purred as she arched her back to each touch.

Rolling on her back, She moaned seeking the pleasure that was creating these feelings in her ...

 

[Wolk]

Rocco was delighted to feel the young woman's body respond to his touches like this. He could tell she needed loving, and if he played his cards right it was going to be more than just respect and adoration he would get from her. The nights at sea are long, and the two of them would find ways to spend them very, very pleasantly. Just not this night. It was too early to take her, he decided, this being only the first night they spend together. Honey seemed like an innocent type, if rebellious, and he feared she might get far too frightened if she work up to his lustful advances.

He kept stroking her gently, however, not quite enough to wake her up, but enough, he saw, to make her dreams turn into the erotic direction. She sighed so nicely under his tough, and her nipples hardened. Her pussy moistened, too, and he felt its wet desire on his fingers. Slowly, he massaged her clit, making the sensations overtake her. As he did all this, Rocco freed his large, rock-hard cock from his trousers and stroked it, as he played with her body. He wasn't going to wake her up, but it didn't mean he wasn't going to have his pleasure. He masturbated slowly, eventually bringing himself to orgasm and soiling her undergarments with his sticky seed. Then he fell asleep.

Jack's insistent knocking woke him up in the morning, and he went about his duties. The men got back to the ship just fine, even without his supervision. Apparently, once they saw her insides, they knew just like Rocco did that this ship was built for success, and none was eager to bail on this voyage.

"Been ready since last night," Rocco grinned as Jack told him to set sail when ready. He quickly went about to make sure all of the crew had everything they needed on board, and an hour later the ship opened her sails. The tough cloth filled with wind's power, and they moved out of the harbour, leaving a disturbed trail of waves and bubbles on the water behind them.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack surveyed his maps for about an hour before making his decision. Walking out on deck he approached the helmsmen. "Make your course southwest. We sail for Margarita. I want to start putting some fear into those Spanish merchants."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre groaned softly, and inmediately sat up on her bed. Compared to most places she had slept on, this was as close to paradise as she expected to get. Hearing Jack talk about getting ready for departure, she quickly dressed (it was definitely not a long time or great effort), and took her weapon with her.

Stretching, and with a deep yawn, she left her quarters and went up to deck. The wood under her sandals felt sturdy, and despite a numb drumming in her head (just how much had she drunk, anyway?), Sabre felt quite alive.

The sun almost blinded her, but the clean blue of the sky and the white clouds... was just ecstatic. Sabre felt this was the most beautiful sight her eyes had ever caught. Seeing the sailors hurrying around, though, she decided it was time to start learning. Quickly climbing the stairs to the stern, Sabre leant against the rail and watched with hawkish attention. She saw the men unfurl the sails, and she took a deep breath when the wind pushed them open, her lungs imitating their gesture. It was an awe-inspiring sight.

 

[gagonthis]

It felt good to be on the open seas again. Jack had gotten very lucky and he smiled at his fortune. "From a pauper to a prince." He said to himself as he stared out across the deck of his ship, watching his crew go through the paces. They weren't a half-bad crew either from what he could see. Rocco and the other veterans were showing the new sailors the ropes and no one had made any huge mistakes yet. Jack spared a glance over at Sabre and saw her bouncing between concentrating on the work below and wide eyed exuberance at the open sea. Jack had to admit to himself that something about this mysterious women had captivated him, and well, it would a long voyage. He smiled to himself as he thought about that.
"Listen up men!" He shouted above the wind. "We be setting sail for Margarita in the Southwest. I got a good tip in Barbados that the Spanish are going to be running a military payroll through those waters on a lightly armed merchant galleon, hopefully to keep it under wraps." He smiled evilly. "It's a pretty prize and one that should be pretty easy to take, and a good test of yer mettle, but don't let your guard down, they may be predictable sons of bitches, but we don't want to get sloppy."

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre smiled, the prospect of combat cheering her up even more, if that was possible. It was sad that she loved fighting so much, but she was not aware of this herself. All she was aware of right now was the movement of the boat, the occasional flurry of running from the sailors, and finally the calm peace that seemed to sweep over the boat when it was in open seas and the necessary hands to keep it moving was drastically reduced.

A sudden breeze caressed her side, lifting the lower part of her skirt a bit and revealing one of her tanned legs. Closing her eyes, she lifted her head, and let the breeze tease her neck like a lover's lips. Being mute, Sabre had lost many pleasures, but now she found them where normal people couldn't feel them the way she did...

 

[gagonthis]

Jack quietly observed his crew, as the sails went up, fairly quickly he noted, which was good. He just hoped they would do as well when it came to combat. "Rocco," he shouted. "Take half the raw recruits and run them through their roles when we find our prize." He turned away from Rocco just in time to see the breeze expose Sabre's leg and he closed his eyes to chase away the thoughts that invaded him. Walking over towards her he leaned against the rail near her, respecting the moment she was having by remaining silent till she opened her golden eyes again. "The next week or so will be like this, as it's a decent trip to Margarita from here. The sea really is beautiful isn't she? Teeming with a vibrant energy and so full of life." He pointed at a couple of dolphins swimming alongside the ship. "That's a good omen, the sea blesses our journey." He smiled. "So, do you have a grip on everything? Anything you need to know that you can easily express?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Dolphins? Sabre turned around, and then... then she bent over the railing, holding onto it. She saw the silvery animals darting under and over the water, swimming and jumping as if they were little kids racing, playing...

Sabre opened her mouth in astonishment, and bent even more, staring at this beautiful phenomenon. Their fins looked clean like a sword's blade, and they looked kind of funny... her face beamed with the kind of joy one can only experience when shown a previously undisclosed marvel, like an apprentice showed a magic spell by a powerful wizard.

Sabre remained silent, watching them, her golden eyes shining with the sun's rays like a jar of honey left on open air.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack stared at Sabre. She had more layers than his initial encounter with her suggested. Rather than being the consumate cold hearted assassin, it was clear their was more going on in her head as Jack observed her watching the dolphins with childlike innocence while hanging over the balcony. Jack laughed warmly at her. "Never seen a dolphin before?"

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre's smile broadened, before shaking her head gently so as to not lose the dolphins out of sight. She had been taught many things, but nothing she could consider beautiful or worth her time that was not fighting. Becoming a pirate had definitely been a very good idea... who knew what other things she might experience?

Sabre started considering the possibility of spending the rest of her life travelling from one corner of the world to another. There were so many things to discover yet...

Stepping a bit backwards, she rested her arms on the railing, leaning forwards to be a bit more comfortable. She intended to see as much as she could of those creatures.

 

[gagonthis]

"Aye there's much beauty out here," he commented reading her eyes "But this is a life of piracy which means will be seeing more than our fair share of bloodshed and carnage. Loot doesn't come easily and most people are loathe to part with it. Enjoy these beautiful images of the calm ocean, for someday this beautiful serene water may be our cold grave...." He said, shaking his head at the sobering thought.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre's smile toned down a bit. Yes, her dreams might meet a harsh, brutal end... but until then, she would do whatever she could to enjoy her freedom. Had she not heard such words before? That a pirate's greatest treasure was his own freedom?

She glanced at Jack, noticing his sombre mood... and squeezed his arm, grinning as she stared into his eyes trying to cheer him up. It simply made no sense to her to be sad or scared when the time was not right for it... and looking back at the dolphins, Sabre knew it was not.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack smiled as Sabre squeezed his arm, moving close to the railing so he could again observe the playful dolphins. "You're right of course, what do i have to worry about? I'm all setup to be the most fearsome pirate on the sea and luck seems to be on my side." Jack frowned again while looking around "Everytrime I've been on one of these long voyages I've had a deck to swab, cannons to clean, or potatoes to peel. Now I'm the captain and I have no idea what I'm supposed to do to pass the time." He laughed merrily as the dolphins leapt into the air, a sort of final salute before breaking away from the ship.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre closed her eyes when the dolphins left, imagining them moving around the water as the sea breeze played with her hair, ruffling it. She barely ever combed it, so it was good it was so short. Besides, that way it didn't hinder her in a fight.

Hearing Jack talk, she couldn't help thinking his words had been too sad and pessimistic for someone so lucky. Turning around towards him, she could only shrug her shoulders with a smile. She would tell him he could do anything he wanted since he was the captain, but... she couldn't. Still, it was interesting just listening to him talk. Sabre wondered why people were so loud, when listening was so much better than yelling at each other.

Suddenly, Sabre remembered the bottle of rum Jack had left in her quarters. She decided it was about time to give it back, so she squeezed his arm again, and gestured at him to follow her, before heading for her cabin.

 

[gagonthis]

Jack's curiousty was piqued, and he followed her in silence, sensing that maybe he had been talking a bit much. He couldn't really help it, as he seemed to subconciously feel the need to feel silence with conversation. "I'm sure a smarter man than I could explain why that was." he thought to himself as he worked his way back towards Sabre's cabin. The truth was Jack thought himself too lucky. After being cheated out of his freedom six years ago and living nothing but a hard life from ship to ship Jack kept expecting the other shoe to drop on what was an incredible streak of luck for him.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre opened the door to her cabin, and invited Jack in, then gestured at the bottle of rum. It was half-empty, when she looked closer...

She blushed, embarrassed. What a way to repay Jack for hiring her, emptying half a bottle of his best rum. Leaning against the wall, she lowered her head, ashamed, and blushing fiercely...

 

[gagonthis]

Jack looked at her and laughed. "Aye.... I'd be a bit ashamed as well.. leaving perfectly good rum undrunk." He winked at her, his good spirits returning as he grabbed two glasses and poured them each a strong helping. He walked over to Sabre and put his hand on her chin, tilting her head up and handing her a glass. "Don't worry about it, between you and me, I've had better." He beamed at her, taking a strong pull off his drink.

 

[Katamari Roller]

Sabre shuddered at Jack's touch, looking down shily. She was not accustomed to... being treated this kindly. It was a foreign attitude to her, as kind as she was herself. But... not being brought down hard, hit, tortured...

Those memories brought a tear to her eyes, but she didn't want to appear weak, she had to be strong, always. She downed her glass of rum at once, and stared into Jack's eyes, trying to discern his intentions, his true self... what was that lay dormant inside him? What was his dark side? Why was he being so kind to her, what did he expect from her?

 

[gagonthis]

Jack frowned slightly as he stared into her eyes. He recognized those eyes. They were the eys of someone who had seen pain, been abused. You couldn't be a pirate without having seen those eyes or without being the cause of them. Jack had sailed under many different captains with many different codes of honor, but he'd seen those eyes on every voyage. Sabre was tough, the fight in the bar had proved that, but if Jack had to guess she wasn't tough by choice, she was tough by necessity. Someone had forced her to be tough. Probably the same someone who stole her voice. Staring into those eyes he was almost engulfed with the need to kiss her. He instead pulled the rest of his drink, blinking away from her gaze.
Jack sighed softly. For all the nobility and charm he fronted he really was quite awkward, never really being allowed to fumble into romance like most children his age. He had a silver tongue it was true, and had tumbled his fair share of dockside wenches but knew very little about the way the fairer sex thought. And while he knew that he could be all kind and nobel, he was not a good man. He was the captain of a crew of bloodthirsty pirates looking to hijack a military payroll from the Spanish Navy. Blood would be on his hands. His instinct to be kind and gentle to a beautiful, if deadly, woman like Sabre waged war in his head with his need to be a ruthless pirate captain like the ones he'd sailed under, leaving him confused when he stared into those gold eyes.

 

[Katamari Roller]

The insecurity in Jack's eyes...

Sabre was just as confused, if not more, as him. Jack was a pirate captain, why was he being so kind to her? What had she done to deserve that? The sheer confusion... the sadness for not understanding or even knowing this kind of behaviour... more tears swelled in her eyes. And she could not explain any of this to him...

Sabre choked in her emotions. She again lowered her head in shame, crying. She didn't want Jack to see her like this. She didn't want to be taken for a weakling, a good-for-nothing, for someone useless... worth less than a human being... she didn't want to be rejected like a piece of dirty cloth and tortured and humiliated again. She had had enough of that. Had she not suffered enough? Now Jack would punish her for her weakness, remind her she was nothing but a slave, even less than that, as the firebrand on her lower back clearly stated...