Dangerous Voyages (Closed)

[goldsoundz]

It was a good time to be a pirate. Too good, in fact. With Queen Anne's War settled, the cursed Spanish had been trying for years now to reestablish the fledgling colony of Florida, sending unmeasurable treasure to the southern American coast and into the waiting arms of any man who could manage a ship and a crew. But the end of the war also brought the end of employment for a slew of English privateers, and their run to piracy meant the seas of the new world now swarmed with murderous thugs.

It would have angered Jack Rackham, had he not been one of them.

So it was with a cold heart and suspicious eye that Rackham now regarded the slow barque with the flying Spanish colors as it lumbered helplessly towards him and his ship, the Serpent. Surely this was a trap. Surely some navy, English or Spanish, had set this decoy afloat, hoping to ensnare some poor, greedy bastard. It couldn't be this easy, could it?

The intensity wore on Rackham's grizzled face as he considered the problem, the calm rocking seas only lulling him deeper into thought. A dozen hungry faces desperately hung on the moment, the salt air and beating sun intensifying every desire among them. The ship's mate patiently waited at his captain's ear, anticipating the thought. He now urged his captain almost with a whisper, so as to not disturb Rackham's concentration.

"Low in the water, captain. She's displacin' 3 tonnes of supplies at least."

"Aye. Supplies...or loaded weapons."

But the caution was mostly for show now, a tool to whip up excitement among the men. He hadn't survived til now playing the pansy, and he wasn't going to start anytime soon. He raised his eyes to the crew, their expectant faces suddenly alive at the change in Rackham's body language. They knew what was coming, and they were reaching for their swords even before Captain Rackham raised his chin and bellowed for all the world to hear and tremble:

"PREPARE TO BOARD!"

 

[LizVegas79]

At the sound of so much commotion on the top deck, Maria put a ribbon in her hair and left her cabin to see what all the fuss was about.

At the sight of the black boat quickly approaching them butterflies started dancing in her stomach. She had learned a long time ago to always heed their warning and listen to her spirit guides when they tried to warn her of something.

Searching for her father and brothers on the crowded upper deck, when she found them she ran to them to share her warning. For the moment, she forgave them for hauling her away from her palatial home on the Spanish coast to marry her off to some old, fat merchant in far away Florida. They told her that her family was nearly broke. The merchant needed their good name, they needed the merchant's wealth to maintain their status.

But she had recently discovered the ways of love and was eager to try new things with as many young handsome men, and dainty pretty ladies, as she could before she even thought about marriage. Being married off to an old fat pig before she was even 21 years old was not her idea of the life she wanted to live and ever since they had left Cordoba on the big, smelly ship she had considered throwing herself overboard every single night.

But ever since the winds had changed and brought a green, citrusy zest in the air, she started to imagine things could be different. The butterflies in her belly told her that the fast approaching privateer ship might mean things could be quite different even sooner than she had hoped.

 

[goldsoundz]

The barque tried lamely to evade and reposition itself as the Serpent approached. So, it really was a merchant, Jack decided. A decoy ship would have lured them in closer. No, this was a desperate ship. Someone could just afford this run of supplies, but not the protection necessary to keep it safe. And such was the way of the Spanish these days, at the twilight of their colonial empire. For a moment, a pang of conscience dangerous for a pirate crept into Jack's soul. Someone was going to lose everything for Jack's intervention. It almost made him sad. Almost.

"Come around and prepare to be boarded!!!" His mate's call to the fast approaching barque brought Jack out of his thoughts. "If you love your life, you'll do as we say!!!" The station of captain brought Jack the privilege of silence. He studied the barque intensely as his hungry men made deliberately loud preparations, precisely to intimidate the merchant ship which was easily within earshot now. In moments, Jack assessed the barque with the uncanny exactness brought by years of life-or-death experience: About 20 men with pistols...some knew how to use them, most did not...a merchant family...not natural fighters or seaman...second or third generation, probably. Spoiled and naive. Yes, this was indeed a desperate ship...

And then he saw her. A freshly bloomed Spanish flower parading on deck for all the world to see. Well, she was very brave, or very stupid, or both. A palpable wave of lust swept through Jack's crew at the sight of her. Jack wouldn't be able to protect her, she'd have to fend for herself. Jack knew the doubts which lingered in his mind and heart would be grounds for mutiny and death if his crew knew of them. He had to allow their hunger to be satisfied, risks and all. But Jack would take no part, he was in this for the treasure, which he was sure now was substantial.

The first lines flew from the Serpent beginning the ensnarement process. Pistols and swords were out, men were frenzied, fear reigned on the faces of the crew opposite. The time had come for action.

 

[LizVegas79]

"What are you fools doing?" Maria screamed. "Don't just stand around like a bunch of statues in a museum back home! Cast off those lines! Don't let them board us you fools! We have to defend ourselves from these English rogues!"

Maria's eyes landed on the captain of the other ship.

Where did he get that gorgeous black and purple jacket? Was that velvet on his lapels? Green-eyed men had always been her weakness. Especially tall, green-eyed men.

'But not today,' she promised herself as she pulled a cutlass out of the sheath of the man standing next to her nervously loading his pistol.

"That powder looks wet to me," she said to the long-time family servant.

"No ma'am, I assure you it is not," he replied nervously.

Maria rolled her eyes and looked at the gaggle of her well-dressed but frail looking defenders. Then her eyes found the captain of the other ship again.

Surrender was not an option, even though she could tell by looking at him and his band of swarthy, muscular men that it wasn't going to be a fair, or probably even very long fight before she would be pleading for her life ... or worse, her honor!

 

[goldsoundz]

Interesting. So the young Spanish flower was the only fighter aboard the entire barque. Well then, Jack thought, let's see how easy this might just be.

His men might be spoiling for a fight, but he was still the captain. He silently raised his palm, his mate whistled, and his men froze. Jack paused for effect, eyes fixed not on the commander of the barque, but on the Spanish flower. The moment called for brevity.

"Half your supplies. Or we kill you."

A man named Jacobs, whom Jack had known since their days as privateers, spun his body around to argue. "But Captain! They're helpless as bab--"

Jack's pistol was out before the first words were spoken, and with the shocking BANG!, Jacob's head exploded in a cloud of red, his brain matter splattering on the stunned faces of his neighbors.

Order restored, Jack re-fixed his eyes on the woman without changing expression. The first speech, he decided, was too long.

"Half."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria gasped and felt her pulse quicken.

This handsome, roguish captain was the first man of action she had met in a long, long time.

She had grown exceedingly tired of all the fat, boring, privileged older suitors that had been forced upon her since she was 16. If not for a few able-bodied stable hands in her father's employee she might still be that doe-eyed innocent girl instead of the secretly wild woman that she had become.

Maria glanced at the faces around her. First her father, then her two moronic half-brothers and then the rest of the feeble crew meant to be her protectors.

"Half seems like a good deal, father," she whispered.

Her father nodded and stepped forward. "Okay. Fine, sir. You have a deal. Half our supplies but that is all or you will have a fight for sure on your hands!"

Maria bowed her head and rolled her eyes behind her veil of black satin hair so that no one, especially the yonder captain, would see her smirk at her father's audacity.

 

[LizVegas79]

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"I don't trust these English heathens, father," Maria whispered as she nervously watched the grappling hooks fly thru the air and pull their two ships closer and closer together towards an uncertain fate.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack nodded formally at the older man. No need to dishonor anyone; even rogues have standards.

"Weapons down, you'll get 'em back when we're through." Jack smirked and addressed the ridiculously dressed younger men standing next to the Spanish flower and the older man. "You clearly can't use them anyway."

The boarding party was almost glum as they set about their work in the hold down below. Jack waited for the words he knew would change that. He had to wait almost 15 minutes.

"WINE! 50 kegs!" Once the cheer erupted from Jack's men, their work became happy and efficient. 25 kegs of wine would buy many days merrimemt and women in the first friendly port, and every crewman now looked forward to stuffing his manhood into some drunken wench within 5 days time. That was now the one thing Jack had better make happen.

The work was done within an hour. Along with the wine, the crew had loaded enough leather, glass, cheese, gunpowder, finished copper, silver table ware, and gold jewelry to keep the crew fat and happy for weeks. As the work progressed, Jack's eyes rarely left the young Spanish flower. She clearly didn't fit on this crew. There were many different kinds of slavery, Jack knew. Some kinds were just more cordial than others.

As the men finished reboarding the now heavy Serpent, the mate prepared to deliver the spaniards' weapons back to them in a bundle as the lines disengaged and the ships moved apart. Jack raised his hand again, and his mate froze. Most of the lines had already been cut, and the boats were straining to break free from one another. There were only moments left, it would have to be quick. Jack fixed his eyes on the Spanish rose.

"I'll deliver you to a friendly port within 5 days, then you can go where you like. You have my word. Decide now and forever."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria's eyes grew wide. She spun around to look behind her but there was no one there.

Was he speaking to her?!!

She stared back at him too stunned to speak. She looked to her left and then to her right. All eyes of her crew, including her father and her moronic step-brothers stared back at her. THEY all thought he was talking to her!

"Sir! I will not -" Maria began but then her oldest step-brother, the fattest, grossest one who had snuck into her bed chambers many many times with his two equally moronic best friends back at home and had their way with her as they pleased more often than she cared to count, stepped forward.

"Curtail your tongue you rogue!" he exclaimed. "Maria is mine. We are in love and to be married once we reach Florida!"

Maria's father stepped forward. "Marcus, you idiot! Maria is betrothed to the mayor of St. Petersburg, not you! It's all set! It's all arranged!"

"Tell him Maria. Tell him of our long nights of passion together and our never ending love for one another!" her brother gushed.

Maria stared at the moron as if she had never seen him before. Did he truly think raping her with his friends was love?

He was truly stupid.

The possibility, though shocking, wasn't altogether implausible.

"Is this true, Maria?" her father demanded.

"Is it true that I've pleaded for you to put a lock on my bed chamber door for the past two years, father? Is it true the bastard sons you adopted from that whorish second wife of yours have crept into my bed chambers late at night regularly and with their friends and had their pleasure with me?"

"Maria, darling, I had no idea," her father stammered.

"Oh to hell you didn't! And now you think I'm your pretty little piece of property that you can marry off to some old fat pig on the other side of the ocean away from my true friends and true family? Huh?"

Maria glanced at the captain of the other ship. Was he serious about his offer?

"Maria, I ... I had no idea you felt this way!" her father protested indignantly. "Come, we will speak of all of this below in my quarters. You ruffians leave us be! You've taken what you wanted. Now be off with you!"

Maria slid her cutlass back into the sword belt she had taken from one of her supposed protectors. She appreciated the fact that the captain of the other ship had let her, and only her, keep her sword while they plundered her ship. Perhaps she would be treated more fairly on a pirate ship than on her father's bloated gift wagon.

She certainly couldn't be any worse off she decided.

Grabbing a tackle line dangling above her head in the late afternoon breeze, Maria lifted herself off the deck of the ship that had been her home for weeks and let gravity pull her over the watery chasm between the two ships and land on her feet (to her surprise as well as everyone else's!) on the forward deck of the sleek pirate ship.

"Maria!" her father shouted. "Come back here immediately! I demand it! You are my daughter! You will do as I say!"

Maria took a deep breath for courage and marched to the center of her new home. She curtsied before the tall, regally dressed green-eyed devil that would serve either as her new protector ... or her executioner.

"Sir, I humbly accept your kind and generous offer," she said as she stood back up and offered her sword on open palms in surrender to him. "I am in your debt."

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack couldn't contain his grin as he tried to muster all his will to present as a stern, heartless killer. "Keep your sword. You'll need it eventually. And this." Jack pulled a short-bladed dagger from his belt, flipped it over, and held it out to her. "For in close. Lady's best friend."

Jack turned his head and nodded curtly, and the final lines were cut. In the blink of an eye, the ships were 50 feet apart, then 100, the scream of the girl's father constant but fading fast. "Don't worry about them. They'll find some whore to pass off as you and marry her to the mayor. Your family will get paid, the wench will have a good life, and the mayor will get a woman who knows how to properly kiss his dingle. Everybody wins..."

At that awkward line Jack had turned to look at Maria, and his words suddenly left him. Only now was he really taking a look at her. Tall and lithe, olive skinned, eyes like fire, lips truly like a rose. Jack suddenly struggled for his next sentence as he gazed at her lips.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria grinned as she fastened her sword belt back around her waist and accepted the dagger. She enjoyed listening to him talk. He had a lovely baritone of a voice and positively reeked of confidence ... as weel as an unbathed manly musk.

She let an awkward pause grow between them for a few seconds as she weighed the heft of the well-balanced, jewel-encrusted dagger in her hand. "For in close, huh?" she purred as she looked up at him. They were almost eye to eye, but he actually had a couple of inches on her - another pleasant benefit on being aboard a ship of manly men rather than a ship full of soft, fat, SHORT plebes.

Turning her gaze to the center mast of the ship, she waited for his gaze to follow before she launched the dagger thru the air .... watching it stick in the center of the broad tar encrusted oak. "Handy at a distance too," she smiled.

The captain smiled and flicked his head at one of his men who scurried over to the mast, pulled the dagger out and scurried back to present it back to Maria.

She nodded gratefully and slide the dagger into her boot, catching the eye of every red-blooded man on the ship as her shapely thigh and calf peeked thru the high split seam of her long white dress.

"So, as I suppose you already guessed, my name is Maria," she announced extending her hand for a handshake like a man instead of a dainty woman of good breeding. "What may I ask is yours? Or do you prefer I just call you 'sir' or 'captain'?"

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack's eyes -- as well as his desire -- lingered on Maria's bare calf as she slid the dagger seductively into its new, soft sheath. He felt his manhood stir and his breath shorten a little. He had been at sea a long time. So had his men; they were all frozen in lustful stare at the dark young girl. "Back to work!" Jack barked at them. The crew suddenly jerked into motion, as if awakened from a trance.

Jack's eyes danced at Maria as he smiled at her. "You're a passenger, not my crew, so you can call me Mr. Jack." He took her soft, delicate hand and shook it warmly, but firmly. "Pleasure, Maria. We had a boy for a deck hand not long ago. Bad swimmer. His clothes are in my cabin, you might put them on. More functional than that dress of yours, and safer around my crew. Though I think you'll still...fill them out nicely."

Jack took a moment to confer with his mate, then turned back to Maria. "DuBois here will show you to my cabin and you can change. Dinner there in an hour; we'll be having your daddy's wine and cheese. With favorable winds, we'll be in Port Royal in 3 days, maybe 4. And I'll keep my promise, miss. Go wherever you want after that. Who knows," Jack winked at her, "maybe you'll make a fine pirate."

With that, Jack turned and walked away, for two reasons. First, he had work to do. But more importantly, he didn't want Maria or anyone else to feel the power she had already gained over him.

 

[LizVegas79]

"WAIT, Captain, sir!" Maria said as she stepped after him before catching herself.

"I mean, Mister Jack," she softened. "Thank you kindly for the more appropriate sea clothing but ...," she raised her voice so DuBois and several of the other men could hear too, "would it be too much to ask to crack open one of those barrels of wine right now before you store them all below so that I may toast my new found freedom with all you fine gentleman? You really and truly have no idea of the hell you have rescued me from and I'd just like to commemorate the occasion."

She eyed the crew and then bit her lower lip as she stared into the captain's eyes like a devoted puppy. "Just one little, teensie-tiny little toast? Please, Mister Jack, sir?" she asked as she pinched her thumb and finger together.

 

[goldsoundz]

Just what was this girl up to? She'd better be careful, Jack mused, or she'd find herself in trouble fast. Jack gazed at Maria a long moment, for the first time fully taking in the curve of her hips, the fullness of her young breasts, her lucious skin. Surrender.

Jack never took his eyes from Maria's gorgeous body as he shouted, to the cheers of his men, "Bring up a keg! Wine for everyone, but for the lady first!"

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria's face lit up with glee and she leaned forward and kissed the captain on his unshaven cheek (raising one leg up behind her as she did, which again, her dress could do little to conceal)

"Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!" she smiled from ear to ear as she swept her hair off her face so that he could see she was 100% sincere. "I'll run down below and change. Mister DuBois? Would you be so kind as to show me the way?" she asked as she offered the man her hand like a lady at a formal dance might do.

 

[goldsoundz]

Now it was Jack's turn. "Wait!"

"You can change later Miss Maria. Dresses are for parties after all. We should celebrate...properly."

 

[LizVegas79]

"Oh no," Maria winked and purred as she traced a finger across Jack's chest as she slide past him. "I want to get comfortable first because ... truth be told I may need to have more than just one teenie tiny glass of wine to celebrate my new freedom."

 

[goldsoundz]

As Maria disappeared seductively into Jack's cabin, his crew all turned to him in stunned silence. If "fuck" were a word in the early 1700's, more than a dozen faces would have been silently asking "What the Fuck?!?" at their captain. At any rate, Jack was certainly a hero to his men now. 4 hours ago, they were hungry and listless. Now they were loaded with food and drink and treasure, and captain had plucked a gorgeous, frisky little maiden (willingly!) into their waiting arms. He might as well be Jack the Sea God.

Jack shrugged back at his crew. "Alright then, get the wine! And hurry!" Surely Maria couldn't possible know how starved for female affection Jack and his crew truly were.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria re-emerged from below deck after fitting the boys' clothes and some shards of her former ridiculous dress on her body the best she could.

The cacophony of voices went silent and all eyes turned to her when she stepped up on the top deck.

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She sauntered across the silent deck trying to hide her smile as the boat creaked thru the warm Atlantic waves.

She had never felt so pretty ... and so desired .... in her entire life.

Accepting the half full tankard of wine offered to her by Captain Jack and raising it into the air the crew of men that closed in around her she grinned, "Let's get drunk boys!"

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack congratulated himself for keen instincts. He had decided the girl didn't want to reach that barque's destination, and was he ever correct! This was a young woman destined for far greater adventure than that of a colonist's wife. This was a indeed a gem in the rough.

His men could get good and drunk. Jack would have a tankard and be done, that was the captain's responsibility. He set the Serpent into the wind and provided general watch as Maria and his men made toast after toast to the ship, the sea, the wind, to Spanish wine, and of course to Hero Captain Jack Rackham. By the time the sun was setting to starboard in a glowing golden blaze, Maria and the crew were drunk as skunks and happy as clams at high tide.

It was a good time to be a pirate.

 

[LizVegas79]

After watching the pretty pink and orange, purple and blue sunrise, Maria bid adieu to her new best friends and staggered down below deck. She stumbled into the first empty cabin she found and disrobed down to her dainty white silk delicates.

No long after passing out, she awoke and found herself underneath a very large, very bumbling, very foul-smelling beast of a man. He had her knees pinned next to her ears and she could feel his substantial enthusiasm pumping in and out of her womanly crease faster and faster, harder and harder.

She screamed but quickly noticed they weren't the only two in the cabin. One of the other eager men waiting his turn stuffed a wadded up shard of her old dress in her mouth and grinned down at her. "I'm next," he said proudly.

Quickly realizing she was outnumbered five-to-one, Maria masked the pain of not being ready for sex and began stroking and softly moaning into the ear of the man riding on top of her as if she was enjoying it. The act actually helped her more than it did him start to get lubricated enough to take his repeated, powerful and deep thrusts. As expected, he quickly exploded as soon as she started encouraging him, which helped her take the second man even easier.

Now that she was awake though, the men were taking no chances. Even though he pinned her knees next to her ears as the first man had, two other men waiting their turn held her by her ankles so that she could barely move.

She whimpered and pretended to like it enough that when she pointed to the wad of cloth in her mouth, one of the men removed it for her.

"Mmmm, that's better," she purred. "Harder," she begged. "Faster."

The man eagerly complied and quickly erupted his pent-up happiness deep within her. When he clumsily fell off of her, the other two let go of her legs and Maria propped herself up on her elbows and smiled at the three remaining men who were stroking their large and prodigiously swollen genitals.

"Who's next?" she grinned.

All eyes were fixed on her twinkling chocolate brown eyes, long black satin hair and her slender, completely naked young body in the tiny cabin, even the two men that had just taken their turns with her.

So it came as quite a surprise to the third man that mounted her and slid the full extent of his pleasure into her to realize her fingers had slipped into her boot that was hidden under the tiny bunk and found the dagger given to her by Captain Jack.

The man screeched in agony as the blade plunged into his liver - just as she noticed a curious sensation between her legs at exactly the same time. His already fat, long penis seemed to instantly swell to even bigger proportions as she twisted the blade and pushed the man off of her.

'That was odd,' she thought to herself before dismissing the curious coincidence.

Slashing the dagger in front of her in desperation as she sat up on the bunk and the other men lunged at her, the blade slashed one of them right across the tip of his erection cutting it completely off. The man instantly collapsed to the floor screaming and clutching what remained of his genitals.

Backing herself into a corner, Maria's free hand found her cutlass in the near dark and plunged it so deep into the gut of the lumbering giant that had first accosted her that more than a foot of the sword stuck out his back as a warning to the two other men.

By then the screams and commotions of the wounded men had attracted the attention of the rest of the crew, as well as Captain Jack. When the door to the cabin was thrown open, it wasn't exactly clear who was guilty of what in the room.

Maria stood defiantly in the corner with her bloody cutlass in one hand and the bloody dagger in the other. She did nothing to cover or conceal her nakedness and in fact tossed every strand of her long black hair behind her instead of letting it conceal her modestly abundant, full and heaving breasts.

The residual, gooey white happiness streaming down her creamy brown inner thigh towards her knee caught everyone's attention except hers. She could feel it. She didn't have to look at it to know that it was there.

"Who's next?" she hissed again just as Captain Jack's large frame heaved one of the crewmen aside and filled the doorway of the cabin.

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack was not surprised something like this would happen, just sad that Maria would have to learn the way so many women did. Now she was not as helpless as with her oaf of a stepbrother, but it still wasn't fair.

Jack's gaze alone sent the onlookers scurrying away, leaving DuBois, two naked men standing, one writhing on the floor with bloody hands covering where his cock used to be, and two down, unconscious, and bleeding heavily. Jack growled at DuBois. "Everyone on deck...these 3 in chains, the other two at the rail."

15 minutes later, the assembled men listened to their captain address them. He started by kicking the two unconscious men unceremoniously over the side. Then he spoke; the short speech: "Attacking my guest. 50 lashes." His speech was over.

The three men pleaded as the cat o' nine tails was produced, then took turns wailing as the punishment was meted out. Jack waited for the crying to die down. "The rest of you showed restraint and self-control. An extra ration of wine and cheese for you. But the next man who touches Miss Maria without her permission..." He looked up respectfully at Maria and nodded to her. "Well, you'll get what she gives you. And if she doesn't, I'll shoot you myself. That is all."

Jack walked slowly toward his cabin, the sniffling moans of the whipped men trailing him. He paused at Maria. "You'll be invited to stay in my private cabin the rest of the voyage, but the choice is yours. You can protect yourself, no doubt."

With that, Jack stripped off his purple and black coat, revealing his tanned, muscular arms and shoulders. He laid the jacket on the ground before Maria, and silently walked into his cabin. The crew of the Serpent knew very well (in their stunned silence), that Jack would henceforth kill for the Spanish flower named Maria.

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria glanced down at the gorgeous jacket shocked that anyone would ever lay it on the ground - especially at her feet!

She had taken a little time to get dress to come up on deck to watch how the captain would deal with the men who had accosted her, but had not bothered to pull her boots back on so she felt a little like a barefoot princess.

She glared at the other men on the ship. "What he said," she informed them before skipping off after the captain on her tippy-toes.

"Cap- I mean, Mister Jack, if you please, I do not wish to inconvenience you in anyway at all. I'll be happy if you assign me to lesser quarters, sir."

Maria marveled at his chiseled arms and chests and even though she had just been accosted by five men, was shocked to find herself longing for the comfort of his embrace. But she knew it was too much to ask. Plus, she was barely clothed and certainly didn't want to incite another riot as she had earlier.

Plus, it hurt terribly down there. The men had been rough with her and exceptionally enthusiastic. But it hurt in a good way, or at least a way that felt better than it ever had with her step-brothers. Men were easier to control before they got your clothes off, but she was learning. Albeit slowly.

"I really do appreciate what you did for me back there. I mean, standing up for me. I truly can take care of myself - when I'm not so foolish and drink too much. Are you sure it's okay for me to sleep in your cabin?"

One of the crewmen called over to the captain before he could answer. "Sir, I think Jacobs is dead. He lost a lot of blood because of having the tip of his - his pride - sliced off. He fainted under my lash and now is not breathing. What shall I do with him."

Maria glanced at the wake of the boat and noticed a commotion in the water. Were the men that had been thrown over still alive?!!

No, the red water and countless blue-grey fins thrashing in the area told of a different reason.

Maria tried to wipe another thick stream of cum still leaking down her soft bare thigh before the captain could notice. She could tell by the look in his eyes her timing had been off.

"Personally, I'd like to see all three of thrown overboard, sir. Even the two that tried but didn't get to have their chance with me."

 

[goldsoundz]

Jack regarded Maria, not with lust, but with tenderness. "You are my guest, Miss Maria. And guests receive guest quarters. We're a criminal vessel, so the best I can give you is my cabin."

Jack now stripped the old Spanish lace blanket he had obviously once looted from his bunk, and laid it out on the floor. He knelt on the blanket, then lay down. He spoke facing away from her. "And for what you've been through tonight, you take my bunk. For tonight. Goodnight, Miss Maria."

 

[LizVegas79]

Maria grinned to herself and let the white towel she had wrapped herself in to watch the proceeding up on deck fall to floor of the cabin once he turned his head away from her.

She slid her long nearly naked except for a pair of boy shorts body under the soft cotton sheets of the captain's bed.

"Thank you for throwing those other three men overboard," she whispered as the frantic screams of the two that were still alive slowly disappeared in the wake of the fast moving ship.

"You owe me five crewmen," the captain answered without turning towards her.

"Five? Don't you mean four? Surely I've proven I count for at least one of them - at least in a fight," she added.

"No, five. Unless you plan on staying aboard Miss Maria."

"We'll see, Cap - Mister Jack," she smiled to herself. "We'll just have to wait and see. So where are we going?"

"Don't you need to get some rest, my lady?" he asked.

"A girl is always curious about where she's going, Mister Jack, no matter how tired she is."

"You're still a little drunk, aren't you?"

"Maybe un poco," she smiled. "But, I'll let you get some rest now. It's been a long day ... and a long night ... for the both of us."