Dawg's Island

[BigDawg69]

Capt. Jimmy "Blackbeard" Teach

The sun had already made it’s way into the midmorning sky when I made my way up the stairs to my perch alongside the bar atop the roof of the Grass Shack. It was another picture perfect day in Caribbean. The sky was dotted with large puffy clouds; the warm sea breeze blew across the roof, rustling the thatched roof of the bar.

“Slide me over a glass of your remedy, Sam.” I uttered from beneath my sun-bleached cap. “You know the worse thing about not being in your 20’s anymore?”

“What’s that, mon?” Came Sam’s usual deep jovial Island accent from behind the bar.

“The hangovers. I just don’t recover like I used to.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much, Captain?”

“The Hell you say, man. If I didn’t drink this place’d go out of business. And Sam, don’t call me Captain, especially this early in the morning. You call me Captain and I turn around a look for my Dad.” I flashed his pearly whites at Sam as he slid my Bloody Mary across. “Mmmmm, two stalks of celery soaked in Sam’s Bloody Mary, world’s best breakfast.”

“It’s gonna a be a good day at sea today.” Sam remarked as he looked out across the marina to the open sea.

“Sam you ever gonna go out with me?”

“No, I don’t believe so mon. I don’t do boats.”

Ironic, this man had been born and raised on this island and to my knowledge had never stepped foot on a boat. He’s ridden out class 5 hurricanes rather than boat to safety. Islander my ass!

“You’ve got some early customer’s down there, mon.”

I slowly stood from my stool and wandered over to the edge of the roof and peered down across the parking lot where my customers for my boat charter service would gather. There were indeed a couple of tourists milling around down there. Early is right; the boat doesn’t shove off for another hour and a half.

“Ahoy there!” I called down. The tourists like that kind of shit. “The boats not going anywhere for over an hour. Step inside the Shack an have a drink or early lunch to wait!”

The woman I hailed down to turned to look up at me. Her face stopped the world for just a moment. Blinking a few times and shaking it off, I stepped back to my stool and saddled up to my liquid breakfast.

“Ahh haaahh, You’ll be going out today, eh Teach?” Sam stepped over to me with a big broad smile.

“You know, Tana doesn’t like it when you serve yourself.”

“I seen that look before, mon. You be going out today.”

I looked up at the large bartender with his beaming grin and rolled my eyes. “Don’t you have some glasses to clean, or taps to change or something?”

“Ha ha ha ha, mon you are so predictable.”

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Ripley Foster

I stood on the pier outside the Grass Shack gazing out at the water when a voice from above hollered down. Turning I squinted up into the late morning sun. I couldn’t make out the figure above. Who ever he was announced the tour wouldn’t be leaving for another hours or so.

Closing my eyes to the warmth of the sun, I filled my lungs with the salt air. I turned and started up the stairs to the Grass Shack. My small leather backpack hung off one shoulder, holding my days provisions. A light sweater, lotion, 2 packs of cigarette's, a little cash, and my camera. A warm gentle breeze blew through the opening of the men's tailored shirt that was loosing tied around my waist covering my deep green bikini top.

I took a seat and the end of the bar. The bartend came over asked what he could get me.

I glanced down at the over sized platinum watch on my tan wrist, it was a little early to be drinking, but what the hell, I was on vacation.

“Glenfiddach, please. Rocks with a twist.” His smile was quick and I caught a glimpse of his pearly white’s, a shocking contrast to his skin.

I reached for the drink he placed in front of me, swirling the golden poison in my glass, it was then that I noticed the man at the opposite end of the bar.

His face, a shadow of stubble, held the tan from a man who apparently spent a great deal of his days outdoors. His hair a bit long, he looked dangerous. Warning signs flashed in my head, but I ignored them as I picked up my glass and walked over to his end of the bar.

“Excuse me, but how do you know what time the charter leaves?”

 

[chanaud]

Tana Brooks

OOC: Tana Brooks, 34 yrs, auburn hair with deep brown eyes.

It was yet another wonderous day! The sun was shining, wind was blowing enough to chase the humidity away, and I woke up next to an incredible man. Who he was, I didn't have a clue. He had muttered something about being a fisherman from a nearby island, bought me a few beers, swept me off my feet on the dancefloor and bought more beers. When we woke this morning, we finished our dance. Afterwards, he muttered something about seeing me again. I looked at him straight in the eye and told him I was engaged to be married. That last bit was a lie. I didn't come down to the Islands to get married. Hell, I why do I need a husband when I owe my own business and always have a fresh supply of men. Gawd, I love my life!

Walking up the pier, I see two dark silhouettes behind the bar. I saw that one was Sam and after I squinted I saw that the other was Teach.

"Dammit, Sam! I told you to not allow any customers behind the bar."

Teach flashed his pearly whites at me. "Now Tana. You know I'm not just a customer."

"Teach, have you paid your tab yet? The last time I checked you were pushing couple bills."

 

[_precious_1__]

Josephine "Jo" Shay

The wind swept my thick blonde hair away from the back of my neck as I walked down the pier. The sun was already beginning to heat things up and the breeze felt nice. The morning had begun early for me, I had to go bail my Dad out of the local drunk tank. This was a fairly regular event. It happened about every three months or so, then he would swear he had given it up, and he would, for a few week, maybe a month, but then…

Nearly all day yesterday had been devoted to the maintenance of the boat, scrubbing the deck, replacing worn rope, scraping barnacles, stocking the supplies that would be used today. This morning I carried a large duffle bag over my shoulder. I was the kind of sailor prepared for anything. But this was a day cruise, should be a piece of cake.

I wore my usual uniform, a pair of cut off levis, a linen shirt knotted at the waist, and a pair of white deck shoes. As usual, the first stop is at the Grass Shack.

“Sam! What’s happenin’, Mon?” The big bartender and I went way back, he was a good friend. Many a night he called me to come pick up my Dad when many bartenders would have thrown him out on the street.

“Jo! Hey girl, you be looking good this fine mornin’!” He exclaimed, ignoring the sour look he received from Teach.

I gave Teach a friendly slap on the back. I could tell he was hung over. “Hey Teach! How they hangin?” I was met with another sour look.

“So Jo, you want your usual, girl?”

“Yep, Greyhound, without the hound Sam, thanks.” Sam poured a tall glass of grapefruit juice for me, hold the vodka. If there’s one thing I never do, it’s mix drinking and sailing.

I looked around the bar, there was an attractive young woman who was holding Teach’s attention, and Tana, she had owned the Grass Shack for a time now. I’d heard she had quite an eye for the fellas.

“So Jo, don’t cha know you’ll be sailing with old Blackbeard himself.”

I nearly laughed out loud. Teach had been quite a sailor in his day, but it seemed all he did now was watch the money roll in from the charters through the bottom of a bottle. That is, unless he saw a little action he was interested in. Then all he did was a dog and pony show to impress the tourists.

“That so Teach?” I was met with the faintest of nods.

Well, there were still things yet to do before we shoved off, so I pulled my hair up in a high pony tail, swigged down the rest of my grapefruit juice, gave Sam a wave, put on my sunglasses and prepared to board.

 

[Forrester]

Mark Caswell

I walked up the pier my duffel bag over my shoulder and a look on my face that was part anxiety and part excitement. Today would be my first day on my new job and I had heard much of my employeer. Some was good and some was bad and most of it was rumors or second hand tidbits. I always tried to hold off judgement until I actually met the person but that didn't stop me from being a bit nervous.

I walked up to and stood in front of The Grass Shack. This was where I was told Captain Jimmy Teach would be at this time of the morning. Setting my bag down I gave my white shirt a tug to straighten it out and brushed off my white slacks before running a hand through my hair to settle it back into place.

As I entered I almost ran down a very nice looking lady in shorts and white shirt. Flashing her an apologetic smile I said,"I am looking for Captain Teach. I heard he might be around here. I am Mark Caswell his new deckhand."

 

[ariosto]

Julian Steele

Steele joins a group under the cabana and looks dubiously at the boat bobbing at the pier.

"Is that our "Yacht"?
He says to no one in particular.

"Yes it is!"
A young man with a nautical air about him pipes in.
"And that's the Captain."

Julian looks over his sunglasses and spies a salty looking, swarthy, piratical fellow fussing about the deck.
"And I'm the crew!"

"Ahh we're in good hands then.
Steele smiles trying to assess the deckhands's expertise.

The three women who are standing together at the head of the dock all appear to be passengers and all, at least from his backlit perspective, seem to be gorgeous!...Oh my.

"Excuse me my friend, I think it's time I met my fellow argonauts."
Excusing himself he joins the bevy of seabound beauties.

 

[_precious_1__]

Jo

I had just turned to leave the Grass Shack when I nearly ran smack into a tall blonde man, or rather, he nearly ran into me. He offered me a smile by way of an apology and said,

”I am looking for Captain Teach. I heard he might be around here. I am Mark Caswell his new deckhand."

I couldn’t help but size him up, considering that I would be working with him. He had the long lean muscles of a sailor, and the tan to match. Of course he looked like he could be a surfer boy for all I knew. I extended my hand.

“Jo, Jo Shay, it looks like we’ll be working together.” I jerked my thumb in the direction of Teach. “The Cap’s over there doing a little PR.” I hiked my duffle bag back onto my shoulder. “I’ll see you aboard.”

I boarded and began doing a final check of the ship.

 

[Forrester]

Mark looked at the woman in surprise when she announced that she was part of the crew but then smiled. This job might be better than he thought.

"Thanks, I look forward to working with you," Marks said and meant it.

Walking over to the man that Jo pointed out he said,"Captain, my names Mark Caswell. I'm supposed to start today as your new deckhand."

 

[BigDawg69]

"Well hi ya kid, welcome aboard." I stood and shook the young seaman's hand as he approached. "We'll be sailin' the Rachelle II, today." As I looked past him toward the marina, I caught the beautiful woman's eye whom I had spoke to earlier and winked. "She's the catamaran, Jo's headed for."

The Rachelle II is pobably my best boat. A 25' catamaran with center cabin and a pair of outboards for maneuvering in low to no wind. But hoist the mainsail an that beaut in full gust an she'll make 20 knots easy! It was a big boat for the day's fair of passengers, but I loved to sail her.

"As for you Miss Tana, you know I'm more of a resident here than a customer. If you have any doubts about my tab, then just ask you're greaseball landlord who's name was on last months rent check?" Oh how I loved to tease that woman. And oh how she teased me!

"Caswell, get on over to the boat and help Jo get her ready. I think we'll head out early today. I got a special island I want to check out, and it's a bit further than the normal course."

I wnadered back to the lovely lady at the end of the bar winking at her.

"Name's Jimmy Teach, that's my boat. For whom do I have the pleasure of sailing her?" I asked as I sat down in the stool next to her.

Tana moved over behind the bar and was speaking to Sam. I couldn't quite make out their conversation but heard Sam clearly say, "Yes mon, she must be sometin cause he even sat down beside the girl."

I shot those two a look and focused my attention back to the girl. She smiled a gorgeous smile and told me her name was Ripley.

"Well, Ripley, I think you should help me."

"With what?" She questioned.

I turned toward the snooping pair at the other end of the bar. "I think we need to convince Tana that Sam can take care of this shack for a day and she should come out to sea with us."

I stood smiled big at Tana and turned to Ripley holding out my hand, "Care for the 25 cent tour of my prized sail boat?"

 

[chanaud]

Tana Brooks

"Care for the 25 cent tour of my prized sail boat?"

"Ha! 25 cents is what it's worth!!!" I laughed off his suggestion. Something stopped me. Why not? All the years here, I've never been on any of Teach's escursion. Goodness he's asked many times and I've been on others. Yes, I will go.

"Have you checked out your crew yet?" He looked at me in bewilderment.

Giving him a course laugh. "You're gonna need me babe. Without me, you might get blown away and be stranded on a remote island. Sam, be a dear and pack some provisions for all, please."

Laughing coursely again, I went to my office to change to a pair of the tiniest red bikini, khaki shorts and white linen shirt tied in a knot in the front. I tied my auburn hair back into a loose bun and was ready to go.

 

[ariosto]

"I'd be happy to tag along on that tour too if you don't mind."
Julian Steele flashed a smile as bright as the new quarter he was holding up.

"Ahhh...yes. Sure come aboard."
Captain Teach looked a bit discomfitted by the switch from Tana to the Professor but took it with good grace and was soon escorting the newcomers around the big Cat.

Steele was a wizard with weather. He always had been and at one time had considered meteorology as a profession, but then he'd found the cache of arrowheads in his backyard and archaeology had him hooked.
But there was something a bit odd in the long oily swells that rocked the craft at her moorings and though the sky was blue and cloudless, there seemed a strange metallic feel to the southern horizon.

He stood by the rail as Teach led Ripley about the boat and watched Tana and the other two passengers make their way down the pier with an unwelcome sense of apprehension that washed away as soon as he saw Tana break into a grin and wave at him. He'd been coming here on R&R ever since he'd begun the dig at Copan, six seasons ago. He knew the lady very well.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

I looked up at Jimmy Teach, noting the mischief that twinkled behind his eyes. He extended his hand towards me, "Care for the 25 cent tour of my prized sail boat?"

I graciously except his hand and let him lead down the marina.

Once aboard the Rachelle II, I half listened to Teach as he pointed out the detailing of his boat. My attention was drawn to his crew. I watched behind dark sunglasses as the blonde man named Mark and a striking woman did a run through on the boat.

It was impossible to take the sailor out of the girl, even on vacation. Mentally I ran through a quick check of my own. I chuckled softly as the woman’s movements in front of me matched my thoughts. She looked up briefly at me.

“Hi, I’m Ripley Foster.” I smiled extending my hand.

 

[Forrester]

Mark

Captain Teach greeted me and gave me instructions on which boat we would be taking. Following his instructions I picked up my duffel and headed out the door to catch up with Jo. Boarding the boat I said, "You seem to know your way around, where do I stow my gear?" A few minutes later I knew where my cabin was and was working side by side with my very pretty crewmate to get things ready to leave.

Pausing a moment to look out at the islands where we would be headed very soon I smiled glad to be back on the sea and on such a fine ship. My thoughts were disturbed though when the captain brought everyone on board and begin to show them around. It seemed we would be heading off sooner than planned and that was fine with me.

 

[_precious_1__]

Jo

Mark and I fell into the final check up working side by side, it came quite naturally. I was beginning to warm up a bit to the handsome newcomer. As I was checking the moorings one of the passengers caught my eye. She held out her hand and introduced herself as Ripley Foster. Before I could answer Teach piped up.

“That’s Jo, she’s just one of the boys around here.”

I shook her hand. “That’s right, except I won’t love you and leave you and never call.”

I smirked at Teach, then began shimmying up the mast to do a check of the ropes. Halfway up I noticed that Tana had boarded the boat wearing the shortest shorts I’d ever seen.

“So Tana, decided to come for a little cruise and leave Sam at the helm?” I called down to her.

She smiled and waved up at me. I shimmied back down the mast, finished my checklist and called out to Teach.

“Cap’n, ready to set sail.”

 

[Forrester]

Mark laughed at Jo's comment about being one of the boys and covered it with a fit of coughing but the smile never left his face. He was beginning to think he liked this brassy, very pretty woman.


As soon as she gave the ready signal to Captain Teach I could feel that familiar excitement come over me. As the cruiser slipped out of dry dock my feet adjusted to the feel of the water beneath me and I got that feeling again. The one that said I was home no matter how far away from land I was.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

Even in the late morning the temperature was on the rise. Untying the shirt knotted at my waist that covered up my bikini top, I slipped into my bag and quickly stowed my pack down below in one of the v-berths.

Back on deck, I took a seat at the bow, leaning up against the life lines, I watched as the woman from the Grass Shack Tana made her way around the boat.

 

[ariosto]

Steele new a lot about a lot of things, but boat handling wasn't one of them. He'd leave that to the experts.
He set down his small tote bag and watched the Lady high on the mast...a pretty sight indeed.
Maybe he was being a bit paranoid about the weather after all.

"Hi there."
He looked down and broke into a broad grin.
"Hey Tana!"
He gave her a hug and a kiss.
"I feel honored. Are you sailing with Ol'Teach today just to keep an eye on me?"

"Now, now, don't flatter yourself Julian. I just decided to go on a whim and you just got lucky."
She leaned on the rail beside him, her wonderful breasts nearly bared to the sun and not for the first time did he find himself in lust with the Lady.

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

OOC: Dawg is out of town...He will post either Friday evening or Saturday.

 

[chanaud]

OOC: Thanks for the heads up, Morgaine!

My eyes closed, face pointing to the sun, I leaned against the rail, oblivious to the crew and other passengers. A dark shadow interrupted my basking, I knew it was Steele. I leaned further again, allowing the rail to push my breasts forward, exaggerating my cleavage and my stance. I can hear his breath quicken.

"Where've ya been, Steele?" My eyes remained closed.

In the background, I can hear Teach yell out, "NO! NO! Don't raise the jib, yet!!!"

 

[ariosto]

"Playing in the dirt, like always."

She smiled, closing her eyes and letting the tropical sun warm her face, her body. It would be nice to lay in the sun and bake like an iguana.

"Oh, I have a present for you...from Copan. Keep your eyes closed. Don't move."
She heard him rummaging in his back and then something cool was placed between her ample breasts.
"There, now you can look...Be careful!"

She opened her eyes and jumped back. She saw a beetle with glittering obsidian eyes just before it dropped into the red bikini top.

"Uh OH! Here I'll get it for you."
He reached, but she was faster and pulled the bug from it's resting place.
It was about an inch long and carved from a brilliant piece of turquoise. Jet black stones were inset for eyes, a small piece of the thorax was missing.
"Julian. You know you can get in BIG trouble for stealing this stuff."
It was beautiful.

He turned around and leaned his arms on the forward ventilator hood.
"I didn't steal it dear, I found it in the airport lavoratory in San Padre . It'll make a nice neckless"

She laughed and put her arm around his shoulders.
"How many small treasures have you found for me there?"

"A few, I think...a few."

 

[BigDawg69]

The “Rachelle II” is a beautiful 30’ catamaran with a nice cabin area a midship. Leading the lovely Ripley aboard, followed shortly by our final passenger, I gave them the tour of the boat. It didn’t take long for me to see the attraction between Tana and our last passenger. He was over to her, the instant she stepped aboard. Of course why wouldn’t he be. There was much about Tana to be admired and she had her fair share or more of admirers. Unfortunately, or fortunately by the look on some of the poor schmucks’ faces after an evening or two with her, I have yet to be “admired” by or of Tana.

I lowered the outboards into the water off each hull, and cranked up the engines. ”Cast off the bowline Jo. Mark send off the stern. It’s high time we head to sea!”

The boat gently eased through the marina toward the open waters. I had a hard time focusing on the navigation to the reef for the lovely distraction Ripley provided by removing the top of her skirt. Oh my I could see this would be a good cruise.

”Greetings to you all. Welcome to my boat, I’m Capt. Jimmy Teach. We’ll be headed though the reef soon and turning south.” I could see the slight surprise from Jo as she heard the course. Not the normal course, but I had a particular destination in mind and with an good breeze blowing in from the northeast, I knew we could really get boat singing. ”Your crew is Mark Caswell here, and the lovely Jo. Jo, Mark ready the mainsail, and prepare the jib. We clear the reef I’m turning down wind and we’ll open this baby up. Pull out the spinnaker, we’re in for quite a ride!”

 

[_precious_1__]

Jo

Once Mark and I set the sails, I headed over to Teach. I smiled at the passengers gathered near him, as I took him aside for a moment.

“Teach, where the hell are you going?” I whispered. “There’s nothing south, how far are you intending to head?”

Teach gave me a wry smile. “The island, I’m heading to the island.”

“Teach, are you crazy? That’s a fable, a myth! There IS no island!”

“But you’re wrong my dear…” Teach then drifted away to the lovely woman who had captured his attention.

There was a story of a island to the south. It was supposed to be beautiful, a sort of heaven on earth. It was told to have the finest, whitest sand, a waterfall that emptied into a beautiful lagoon, and fresh water to boot. There were all nature of exotic fruit trees. The island, if it DID exist was so far off the map that no one who’d been there could ever find it again. There were tales of some mysterious magnetic field the made the compass and radio useless. It was all rather Bermuda Triangle-ish, and a complete hoax if you ask me. But, why should I rock the boat? It’ll be Teach’s ass when these passengers don’t get their romp in the sand this trip.

 

[chanaud]

Tana

OOC: Welcome back, Dawg!

I unbuttoned the front of my short and pulled it down slightly to reveal the tiny bow holding my bikini above my tanned hip. As I untied it, I can smell him saliving. When I looked up to grin at him, my eyes caught Teach's. After I winked at him, I tied the beetle to the string and pulled my shorts over again.

Wrapping my arms around Julian, I kissed him deeply. Teach's instructions blew over us with the wind.

"Now, when do I get to see your other treasure?"

"Soon baby..." he answered back with a twinkle in his eye.

Twisting out of his embrace, I laughed him off. "It better be soon."

"Anyone thirsty?" I called out.

 

[ariosto]

Julian took a last look at the strangely tinted southern horizon and followed Tana down the ladder into the cabin.

"Making drinks allready doll?"

She grinned and walked over to the bar.
"Sun's past the yardarm isn't in?...In Greenland maybe?"

The Rachelle had settled into an uneasy rhythm with the long sluggish swells as it cleared the harbor and headed to the open sea.
Tana gave him a tall gin and tonic which he held in one hand while his long arm slipped around her waist and his fingers began to trace patterns around the hollow of her navel.

"Can you feel my treasure sweetie. We're pretty darn close to it you know."
He pressed against her and it was abundantly clear that they'd be counting it up sooner rather than later.

He reluctantly walked to the companionway and saw a pair of lovely tan legs just above.
Giving a small tug on Ripley's anklet, he smiled up at her and asked,
"Anyone topside need a drink. Tana's compliments."

 

[MorgaineLaFay]

In the distance I could see the wind on the water. The Rachelle II was moving quickly in the present light air. But I could feel the change around me, as a light gust of air blew in from opposite directions.

Casually I looked up at Jimmy Teach, his eyes held no concern. He just smiled down at me.

I felt the light touch of a hand on my ankle, crouching down in the doorway of the cabin I smiled at the man below.

“Care for a drink?" he asked.

“Sure,” I winked at down at him, “I’ll have whatever you’re having sugar.”

I stood back up just has the boat lunged slightly, keeled over on it's side, caught off guard I bumped into Teach.

“Hang on there darlin.” I heard him whisper in my ear as his hands held me around the waist.

I fought off the urge to grab the tiller handle.