Paradise under the Jolly Roger (closed)

[Wolk]

OOC: IMPORTANT: I forgot to add in the title, this is a private story, closed for me and Obsidean.

The thud of a cannonball rocked "Marianna" as it crushed through the thick wood of her side. It was shortly followed by a scream when this same heavy metal ball destroyed a man, turning him into several rather small chunks of flesh and bone and scattering those through the lower deck. A fine, red mist hung in the heavy and moist tropical air, a horrifying display of death and a testament to what a cruel suffering life was in the 18th century.

It's been getting too hot under the high tropical sun both literally and figuratively. "Marianna" was once an English sloop - a rather small, one-masted vessel, whose agility and speed compensated for her lack of size and firepower. Now she was dogged by an English Frigate, a pirate hunter, who apparently was not at all pleased about Marianna's indiscriminant attacks on merchant shipping. For two years now, Marianna and her rogue captain Al Rocco were considered pirates and outlaws.

The battle was fierce, but far from decided. Rocco was an experienced captain, even for all his relative youth, and he knew Marianna better than most men knew their wives. The sloop zigged and turned, throwing off the frigate gunners' aim, while well-drilled and motivated pirates at her guns continued to score hit after hit on their fellow countrimen. Eventually, the frigate's sales fell, torn in many places, and she gave up the pursuit.

It was a victory, but it was also the last drop. The crew hasn't been to port in many months and they were getting restless. Unfortunately, at this point Marianna was so infamous, that no port would take her. They needed a cove, a secret hideout known to and owned by nobody but themselves; a place where they could rest, could spend night after night drinking rum and bedding wenches. One thought at that made Al's impressive manhood harden in his pants. Like everyone else, he hasn't had a woman in many months!

Luckily, he had just such a place in mind. They passed it once, while going where no European ship has likely ever gone before in their chase of an escaping merchant. The merchant was sunk, and so that uncharted island must still be known only to Rocco and his men. Good.

After a good trip, the sloop moored off the uncharted island's shore. Rowboats were lowered and the first party - a dozen fierce men led by Rocco himself made for the beach. He stood tall at the bow, his large, muscular figure almost threatening to tip the boat. Wind made his loose white shirt cling to his torso and his shoulder-length blond hair flew, sending gold shines everywhere. Behind him were four typical-looking Britons, holding muskets and cutlasses, scanning the land with sinister-looking eyes, as if daring anything to come mess with them. The rest of the party rowed, grunting.

Finally, the boat met the sand and men jumped out spreading a bit as they moved onto the beach. Rocco stepped without much hurry, a sense of self-importance about him. He buried the tip of a flagpole into the sand, making it stand as the wind unfurled a black banner with white scull and bones on it.

"I claim this island and all on it as the sovereign and rightfull property of this crew," he stated loudly. "It belongs to no state, and no law acts here but MY law and the law of our brotherhood. Welcome home, boys."

The last line was met with cheers of men who thought they were rejected by all and doomed to die at sea. Now they had a place to call their own.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Not far from that beach--rather close in fact--Sikimba and Cherr were walking down the beach, gathering crustaceans to take back to camp and cook for the small tribe that lived on the island. Sikimba had seen some thirty-one summers. She had been carrying a child for three months now, and was just starting to show. She wore only a skirt made of grass and the pliable leaves of a palm tree that grew her. A slight stomach and large, full breasts graced her ebony body. Coming from a naturally tall people, Sikimba and Cherr were 6'3" and 6'5" respectively.

Next to her was her cousin, Cherr, 22 years old, thin, slender, but curvy where it counted. She wore a top of beads, and a skirt similar to that of her older cousin. Her skin was an even deeper shade of black, if that were possible. Her hair was natural, thick.

As she looked up, she saw the ship. "What is that," she asked her older cousin.

"I--I have never seen anything like it. We should warn the village."

"Maybe they are from a rich tribe. We could be the first to offer them trade goods," Cherr said. "But we should get closer, so that we might have something to tell the villege elders when we do tell them."

"I don't know," Sikimba said. "I have never seen a...canoe...that size before. This is something different."

"Which is why I want to know more," Cherr said excitedly. The two women moved along the beach, then saw the flag with the skull and crossbones. And the men. And the men saw them...

 

[Wolk]

The excited groans and grunts of twelve throats made Rocco turn around and see what they were pointing at. Two tall figures separated from the jungle and walked towards them. As they approached a bit closer, their gender became evident and their large, full tits, in plain view and bouncing with their every step did nothing to put reason into the heads of lustful, sex-starved pirates.

It could've been a trap. Rocco had to stop his men, maintain discipline at all costs, to save their lives, but restraint at a time like this was something no commander could ever ask from his men, especially if they were free men, pirates. The dozen rushed on and chased after the women, calling and leering at them. They might not have caught them had the long-legged natives retreated to the jungles quickly enough. Now all depended on their reaction as twenty four legs pounded the sand and the distance between them closed rapidly.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Sikimba and Cherr looked a the men approaching. Sikimba was a bit nervous, but Cherr kept walking. Her confidence--however misplaced it was in this instance--stemmed from a tradition the tribes shared: they might raid each other, but women were generally not taken advantage of, and pregnant women never. The sharing of females came later, in ceremonies at the village hearth.

Soon the men were only a few feet away. They could see Sikimba was pregnant, though not far along. Cherr was shying back, toward the brush, as a couple daring pirates went to flank her. No such moves were needed for Sikimba, who walked up to the flag...or as close as she could before the men reached her.

"What tribe are you from," Sikimba asked in her native language...which was pleasantly melodic and utterly incomprehensible to the pirates.

 

[Wolk]

The beautiful voice of Sikimba only augmented the lusty pirates' desires.

"Ooo-hoo-hoo, I think she is saying she likes you," one of those pirates who ended up behind her grinned. "Go ahead, Jack, say hello to the lady," he laughed and pushed Sikimba towards his friend and two other pirates. They leered, and their hungry hands began grabbing away at the woman's generously endowed breasts, while the man who shoved her started to shamelessly grope her buttocks after sneaking his hands up the grass skirt.

Cher was given similar treatment. In a matter of moments she was pushed down on her back in the sand and a dozen hands began exploring her body, while restraining her. The horny pirates' cocks were nearly bursting with anticipation, but first they were going to enjoy the women with their hands and their mouthes. Four out of the dozen were occupied sucking enthusiastically on the women's breasts. Four more held their legs apart, while a pair loudly and hungrily slurped away at their cunts with loud, wet noises flying everywhere. The last two held their hands and groped whatever they could reach.

Rocco stood aside strugging hard to not jump in and join the fun.

"Come, captain, have your choice of hole!" Someone called and the party cheered and jeered. Rocco shook his head no, nodding them to go ahead. And, of course, the twelve pirates did.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Sikimba squirmed as the white hands went up under her skirt, around her breasts. This was not what was supposed to happen, even in a raid! She began to scream. The men could see her roundish belly as they pushed her around. There were too many of them, and not enough of her, by far. She kicked at one of the men, even as her legs went apart, the skirt being torn.

Cherr had a different approach. The woman was taller than almost any of the men, by a foot in some cases. So it wasn't hard to imagine the crew's joy when the ebony-skinned maiden made no effort at all to keep the men away, allowing them to feel her up, lowering her grass skirt as she could tell that was what they wanted. She went down into the soft sand...legs opening up, revealing a snatch of tight, kinky, coarse black hair like the men had never seen, with dark pink folds barely visible beyond.

 

[Wolk]

In the state the pirates were in, Sikimba's struggles could do nothing to cool their wants. If anything, it only fueled them by appealing to the hunter's instinct. Quickly, her folds were parted and she was impaled onto a large, hot, red cock. The pirate who owned that cock grunted in great pleasure, having finally sunk it into a warm, wet pussy after so many months. He thrust hard, driving his entire length in an dout of her, not aiming to last, only to get his pleasure. And he didn't last. It only took several minutes before his pace increased even more and he cried out, grunting, as he filled Sikimba's pussy with an oversized portion of creamy seed that he conserved for so long. Immediately after he pulled away, however, another pirate took his place, his fresh cock sinking into Sikimba's sexy with vigor and passion.

Cherr's cooperation, on the other hand, was met with cheers and satisfaction. The men now barely held her in place, concentrating instead on taking their fun from her gorgeous, exotic body. The skin of these women was like nothing they have seen before, for they hunted far away from the slave trade routes or colonies that consumed them. The exotic flavour of it, made Cher and Sikimba even more attractive, and so the hot, healthy cocks were nearly bursting with want as they plunged into them.

Cherr had a horny pirate thrusting his rigid tool between her legs soon enough, but since she was so cooperative, the other pirates decided they didn't have to wait their turn at her pussy. One other pirate straddled her chest and put his cock between her tits, which he pressed around his meaty length and began bucking his hips. Three more cocks were whipped out to the right, left and above Cherr's head and one of them was pushed to her full, juicy lips demandingly.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Sikimba tried crawling away...and didn't get very far. "Cousin, do not try and fight these men...they are only trying to breed," Cherr told her urgently. But the pregnant native continued to resist. But there was no resisting the hard cock of the pirate who had mounted her and taken her as plunder...he felt her soft belly, knew she was carrying a child.

One of Cherr's hands went around the back of the pirate who was taking her from above. Her legs were spread at about ninety degrees, much to the awe and pleasure of the men, of course. Then there was another, squeesing himself between her tits. She giggled at that. "Look at how they are so randy," Cherr said to her cousin. She turned her head back and there was another pirate's cock an inch from her lips. She knew how to pleasure a man that way too, and took him into her mouth, her other hand stroking the strange, lighter hairs around his ball-sac.

 

[Wolk]

The trio that started with Cherr were soon finished. One by one they sprayed their fresh cum into her pussy, over her large tits, into her willingly and obediently sucking mouth. They got replaced by three more, who pounded her with equal urgency, and because of their lustful hunger, didn't last any longer than the first group.

But Sikimba only gave the men one hole to pleasure themselves with, and her pussy was therefore abused over and over again from different angles. Although, some of the men chose to not cum inside of her, but instead sprayed it on Sikimba's face and her ample chest, marveling at the sight of creamy white cum contrasting with her exotic dark complexion.

"You'll never see that in Plymouth brothels!" One of them noted and two others, who were already done, nodded in agreement. Those who were still horny, of course, paid little attention to the comment, focused on one thing only.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

At one point, Cherr held up her hand for the group of men to stop...she then turned herself over, getting on all fours, legs apart, and then gestured to them, reaching for the cock of the pirate closest to her head, smiling at them. Cum dripped off her front, onto the sand.

Sikimba had tears in her eyes at the banging she was receiving, especially since she was pregnant, some of the angles the men used were painful. Sikimba looked at her compliant cousin with a scowl on her face, but Cherr didn't seem to notice. She was too busy taking a white man's cock almost to the base.

 

[Wolk]

Obedient and eager, Cherr quickly became the center of attention, as more and more men turned into satisfied spectators. Almost nobody bothered Sikimba anymore, which was for the better, since the rough attention, which she constantly fought, exhausted her and further fucking could have really pushed her over her body's limit.

Cherr's body, much to the pirates' joy, seemed to know no limits. She was ridden from behind, had a rather large, hot cock shoved in and out of her mouth, all the while two other men masturbated furiously to the sight and sounds of her, once in a while dumping a load of sticky cum onto her back, into her rich black hair, where it got stuck hopelessly, a reminder of their lust that will not wash out completely for several days.

The men changed and this fun round-robin continued until finally the pirates have each satisfied their most immediate urges and came at least once each, while the women were exhausted and aching after having just pleasured twelve big, strong men. Finally, it was time for introductions.

The captain, who still haven't even taken out his massive member out of his pants, approached panting Cherr, who seemed to be more cooperative than the other woman.

"Rocco," he said, pointing at himself. Then he pointed at her and waited, expecting a reply. With simple tricks like this they would at least find out where they were and who else was here. He drew in the sand, drew huts, people, sticks to represent numbers. If the natives were at all cooperative, he would find out where the village was and a few more things about them, even not able to speak their language.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

While Sikimba lay panting, Cherr sat up, only a little sore, and pleased with herself for having made so many of these men come. Cum dripped down from her hair and nose as she sat, Indian-style, on the beach, showing her matted, cum-stained pussy, with rivulets of white seed drying on her jet-black breasts and flat stomach.

Nonchalantly, not seeming to be in any distress, she pointed to herself. "Cherr." She gestured to Sikimba. "Sikimba." The diagram she studied, not completely understanding, but able to fill in most of the blanks. The pirates found out there was a village, with ample food and fresh water, and about two hundred villagers. She could tell the captain was a leader. So, after she answered his questions, she laid back down on the sand, pointed at his crotch, and then pointed at her cum-soaked, black-haired pussy.

 

[Wolk]

The offer, which Cherr so obviously expressed without need for words was awfully hard to resist, but Rocco knew he must. If nothing else, it was not prudent to waste time when everybody else was ready to go. They were still to be on high alert, careful, for if they were not the two hundred villagers might well kill them. So he studied the gorgeous submissive woman with an expression in his eyes that told her he very much lusted after her offered goodies, yet finally shook his head and helped her up to her feet again.

"Later," he told her, though she wouldn't understand. "Later, Cherr."

He took her to the water and made her wash, as much as it was possible to get those rivers of cum out of her hair and off her skin. When she was done, he gave her a spare shirt, airy and soft. It fit her forms very loosely and came down to her grass skirt, which survived almost intact, unlike Sikimba's, because Cherr took hers off by herself. Sikimba, on the other hand, was fitted with iron shackles, then taken back by boat onto the ship to entertain the crew that will remain there.

Rocco led the dozen of explorers ahead into the jungle, while other boats delivered the bulk of the crew. There were close to a hundred in total, which would be more than a match for the two hundred villagers, most of whom were in no shape to fight, likely: women, children, and elderly men. Most of the men, too, were farmers rather than hunters or warriors.

They will bow, or they will die.

When they were about to approach the village, Rocco ordered a rest, since the sun was almost down. The small band camped in five tents, Rocco having one for himself, while the men shared three in each. Now, finally, he approached Cherr and pointed to himself, then to his cock.

"I, horny." He told her. Then pointed to her and to his tent, and gave her a good shove on her big, shapy behind, nudging her towards it. "You've got work to do, girl."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Sikimba didn't know what the shackles were for, until she was marched off toward the ship...she pushed and tried to run back toward the island. But it was no use, as she was loaded onto the longboat and taken back toward the ship. She was amazed at the size of the sailing ship...and filled with fear and dread at what lay inside. She also still hurt from the rape the pirates had given her...the wooden spot on the boat she sat onhad a sticky spot from the seed dripping from her.

Cherr didn't realize what had happened to her cousin. She accepted the cotton shirt playfully, tagged along with the explorers, who followed the path she had drawn. When they stopped for the night, she had thought about leaving, to go tell the village there were traders from afar. But then Rocco signaled that he wanted her. She smiled at him, even as he gave her a push toward his tent.

When he arrived, Rocco found the ebony island girl laying on his bedding, legs apart, that exotic pink snatch with its forest of kinky, black hair beckoning again.

As the men set their tent, they noticed another native...this one female, a few years older than either of the two they had encountered already. She had on a grass skirt, was just as dark as Cherr, and had well-developed breasts. The woman had a matronly look, having a few extra pounds but carrying it well. She was gahtering some kind of berries.

 

[Wolk]

Closing the flap door of his tent behind him, the captain appraised Cherr. He smiled and nodded in satisfaction, enjoying her obedience, eagerness, and beauty. She held her legs open wide for him, her pussy shining with wetness, calling for him, while he removed his shirt and pants. Rocco's large, hard cock, which knew not satisfaction in so long sprung up. Its big, mushroom-like head red and shining, just like the pink snatch between the woman's legs.

He mounted her with a groan, groping her big tits in his strong hands. Then with a firm, well-aimed push, his massive phallos penetrated her, rubbing oh-so-pleasantly on the inside walls of her pussy, which somehow still remained tight even after pleasuring so many pirate cocks earlier in the day.

Rocco began bucking, moving his hips in deep, powerful thrusts, fucking Cherr's hot hairy cunt. He grunted in pleasure at her wet pussy and made her moan from his invading cock. The technique of it wasn't particularly involved now, just a horny, well-hung man plowing a beautiful busty woman's pussy. Slurping wet sounds were everywhere, mixed in with moans. He went faster and faster, getting closer to his orgasm, then, suddenly, the captain tensed up and grabbed her shoulders so hard in his strong hands that marks were sure to stay for a few days. His big cock spurted, shoved as far as it would go inside of Cherr, and Rocco deposited a humongous load of sperm deep into the woman's pussy. He grunted and sighed in satisfaction when the pleasure subsided, then got up and presented his big, cum-coated cock before her face.

"Lick me clean, Cherr," he ordered and gave her a light shove at the back of her head to fill the communication gap.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

As the man mounted her, Cherr matched him move for move in a manner that meant she was warm and very willing...or an actress worthy of the Globe Theater. As he thrust, she bucked back at him. She was deeper than any woman he had ever had before--and he had had his share of women from all over the world. This may have had something to do with her height, which was exceptional and possibly unparalleled in his experience.

As he plowed into her, stroke after stroke, he had the pleasure of watching those ebony breasts move and sway in the rhythm of his motion. Occasionally her dark eyes would move from side to side...she was wondering if the captain's men would hear them rutting and want to join, or if the captain's station meant she would be reserved for him alone. It would be an honor indeed if the delegation leader from this wealthy tribe saw fit to make her his partner...it would mean preferential treatment for her family and clan in trade! And unknown to her, it could make the difference between life and death for her loved ones...

She could tell the man was getting near his peak when he clenched her shoulders...it hurt, but she was glad this man's pleasure was so easy to read. It would make satisfying him easy. As he came--and what abundance, she could tell she would likely be having his child!--Cherr whispered in his ear, that he might associate her voice with this highest of pleasures.

He got up, and slid himself out of her. His shaft was still hard--she was impressed by the size. As he nudged the back of her head, Cherr understood. Of course the man was not sated yet, after his long voyage at sea. So the naked ebony lady took his cock into her mouth. But Rocco quickly realized she wasn't cleaning it--rather, she was trying to make him climax again!

(OOC: Don't forget the other woman who wandered into the camp...Rocco's men need love too. )

 

[Wolk]

OOC: Yep, we'll get to her too. I just don't like having more than one scene running at the same time.

IC:
Rocco usually lost interest in a woman after his orgasm. It somehow felt normal routine to pack up his equipment and set sail elsewhere. This time, however, it was one of those rare occasions when a woman managed to keep his attention even after the act, and slowly but surely Cherr's soft, wet tongue brought his cock to full life once again and filled him with desire.

If at first the captain prefered to just lay back on his bedding and enjoy the soft, caressing attention on his phallos, now he was bucking his hips like a stallion, his hands in her thick black hair, grasping it tightly and driving her face down onto his erection, making her take him deeper and deeper into her mouth and down her throat. He knew her personality would make Cherr do everything she could to please him and he took full advantage of it, groaning in pleasure. Finally, he let her off his cock, to catch her breath and wipe the strings of saliva and seed off her chin. Her mouth was no longer enough for his lust, and the captain desired her sex yet again.

"Doggystyle," he taught her a new word as he set her up in just that position.

Coming from behind, he grabbed onto her round ass and rammed his hard cock inside of her. He fucked Cherr passionately, lust which she herself just awakened manifesting itself in deep, hard strokes. His hands reached under her from time to time to rub her sensitive clit, to grope her big, pendulous tits, which were swinging under his mighty thrusts that rocked her whole body repeatedly.

This time he had a lot more stamina and the fucking continued for a good long time. He did her from behind, then laid her out in missionary again, then threw her thick, muscular thighs, sexy and well-developed from walking everywhere, onto his shoulders and rammed his cock right smack into the pink snatch in the middle of her jungle-like black bush.

Feeling his orgasm approaching, he only hastened his thrusts, making the big, black tits jump around in a wild and beautiful dance until he reached the pinnacle and rolled passed it in bliss, pumping another big, healthy portion of his sperm deep down her pussy and collapsing on top of her.

The other woman was quickly spotted by sentries and silently apprehended. One moment she was gathering herbs and enjoying the jungle, and the next, she had a strong hand on her mouth and another hugging around her waist, while a rum-flavoured pirate pulled her back to the camp. She was quickly tied up with her hands behind her and a gag in her mouth and pirates were leering at her rather obviously. A few were at her sides, fondling the large jugs, which reminded them of cacao that tasted so good. Others were peeking up her skirt, studying the woman's sex and already making plans for it.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

This time, Rocco could see two distinct times when Cherr herself climaxed. When he grabbed her swinging tits as she was pounded from behind, she cried out, and shuddered deliciously against his hard cock. Then her head went down as she released, and she cried out some word in her melodic native tongue.

When Rocco changed positions, the ebony girl moved fluidly with him, rolling along, kissing him all over, guiding his hands to her ripe breasts. Then when he had her on her back again, and was climaxing, the girl let out another yell, and the pirate knew she had once again peaked...leaving her own nail marks in Roccos' back.

The bedding was thoroughly disheveled now...As Rocco lay on top of her, she gently caressed his body, gently squeezing his embedded cock with her inner walls, whispering something to him.

The other woman seemed to be of Cherr's temperment. When the man swarmed her, she went with them without a struggle. She sensed what they wanted...and in fact her skirt was on the ground before she got back to camp. As they put her on the ground, Koikoi, as she was called, simply opened up her legs.

 

[Wolk]

Koikoi's cooperation was met with great enthusiasm from the pirates. Immediately as she opened her legs, the woman had a hard, ready cock pushed inside of her. Another one risked her mouth and wasn't disappointed in the least. The hungry seamen swarmed her, lusting after the exposed goodies of this well-endowed native woman. Those who fucked Cherr and Sakimba on the beach have long since recovered and craved more, while others were from the second wave and still haven't had a women since stepping foot onto the island.

As soon as one cock spurted its sticky, gooey seed into Koikoi's mouth or her pussy, it was immediately replaced by another one, just as eager and hard. Many pirates simply impatiently jerked off while grabbing at Koikoi's big fat tits. Their sperm shot off and strained her chest, her neck and face. Soon, Koikoi was a big, cummy mess, sucking hard and spready her legs for eagerly pistoning hard cocks.

In a while, Rocco came out and put an end to it all, for more and more sailors of the second wave were arriving, while those that were done for an hour or so were starting to queue up for another go with the busty local. If he let all hundred incredibly horny men have their way with her, Koikoi surely couldn't take it. So he took her and led her away to spend the rest of the night in the safety of his tent, where she could clean off the rivers of sperm she has been doused in. To the men he promised their pleasure tomorrow when they get to the village.

The morning came and camp was lifted. They marched the rest of the way to the village, weapons oiled, sharpened and loaded, a show of fearsome force the natives have likely never seen. Rocco was aiming to shock them into submission, to remove their commanders and rulers as well as all who dared resist. At the same time, they would show those who hesitated what fine goods they had with them and how much easier their lives could become. Those who bowed to their new masters would enjoy benefits, and those who did not would face superior might and the infamous ruthlessness of pirates.

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

After her time with the men, Koikoi had difficulty walking...she was a stoic about it though, Rocco noticed.

The pirates found that the villagers had only the most basic of weapons, and did not use them as the sailors entered the village. The people naturally sought trade rather than war. So Rocco and his crew found themselves surrounded by natives who were far more curious than belligerent. Some held up sides of boar-meat or vegetables.

During the afternoon and night, Rocco had taught Cherr the basics of English...they could communicate, if only crudely. Cherr bent Rocco's ear. "Village captain--chief--want to trade goods." At this point, she was communicating as much by gestures as by words. But she got her point across. "Want to know, what have you to offer?" Then she pointed to four natives. "Father. Mother. Sister. Second sister."

 

[Wolk]

The contact was going so well that Rocco reconsidered his plans for an immediate attack. Instead, he planned a bloodless coup, even deciding to leave the village chief alive until he does something hostile, for the natives would always have an unofficial leader among themselves and it was better if this chief was that leader instead of a martyr.

He ordered his men to demonstrate a few of the technological advances they brought with them. The pathetic stone and bone tools the village used paled in comparison with the iron and steel ones the pirates brought. They had fine fabrics the villagers have never even seen before, tobacco, liquor - everything they took off plundered merchantmen. And, of course, there was the obligatory and carefully orchestrated show of force. They found a hut, the chief's hut, it turned out, whose walls were made of thin wood, and placed a melon inside of it by the wall. Then Rocco came out, lifted his musket and fired, scaring the wits out of all the locals, much to the grins and pleasure of the pirates. The sight of a hole in the hut and the melon torn to pieces by the ball impressed the natives much more. It was then that Rocco made his simple proposal, or demand, through Cherr.

"This now our island too. We live here with you. We captains of you. You do all we say, we protect you and give you goods," he jestured, "make you live more easy. Who not do what we say..." he didn't finish, just jestured towards the remains of the melon. "Chief must say he is not chief any more. I am new chief, he stay by me and help. Your word, chief." He finished, looking at the natives' leader demandingly. "Tell them, Cherr."

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Cherr's face betrayed her consternation at Rocco's demand. She had thought the group were traders, not invaders. Invasion was a difficult concept for the islanders to even understand. Their neighbor's islands had ample resources...nobody needed anything from other islands anyway...some islands just had more of things than others. For that there was trade.

Cherr was highly intelligent...she grasped the idea that these sailors came from a place with many, many of their kind. Perhaps there were so many white-skinned sailors that their island alone was not enough for them. "Not sure chief will agree," she said to Rocco. "But will tell him."

And she did. There was a hubbub of conversation. People shouted at each other, and there was clearly argument. Cherr joined in...the captain could tell she was trying to get the people to agree. She went back to the captain. "I tell them island big enough for both peoples, and trade be profitable." The discussion among the natives went on, with Cherr chipping in at key points. Then Cheer asked Rocco a question. "Chief want to know if you live here, where are your females? No one see white females." Ther natives looked expectantly at Cherr for an answer.

 

[Wolk]

"They don't quite grasp the concept, do they?" Rocco shook his head, talking both to the pirates and to Cherr, who could translate further. "Cherr, tell them it's not a negotiation, they say yes or no, simple. Tell them we will be with the village's females. And just so there is no misunderstanding," he paused, unsure if Cherr could understand worlds like this, "tell them we have been at sea with no women very long, and after they agree, we will have all village females come to welcome us."

Rocco knew he was pushing it, but the pirates knew no pity and he was as yet undecided what the prefered outcome would be. If the natives submit, the village would stay healthy and productive like it used to be. If they don't, the pirates would simply slaughter all the men, and eliminate the threat of uprising once and for all. There were tradeoffs to both, of course.

"Last time," he said. "Yes or no?"

 

[ObsideanWarrior]

Cherr relayed the news...which provoked more consternation. Finally the chief nodded...but a few men were clearly not pleased, and the village women were obviously afraid. Some were intrigued. Cherr turned to Rocco. "The chief agrees." Cherr's mother and two sisters came over to greet her, and they began talking.

A few village men were scowling, and some were leaving the middle of the village where the conversation was occuring. Some women were milling around, others edging away.

 

[Wolk]

With that decided, Rocco nodded.

"Tell them it's a good decision. The more they cooperate, the easier their lives will be. But if some of them decide to act against us or disobey, we will become angrier and harsher, and the rest will suffer because of it too. Tell them that they know what's best for them all, and I expect them to make sure a few rotten apples among them don't spoil the lives for the rest of them."

"Now, as I said before, the women are to stay here until the sun sets. We are going to pick those we desire and take them to our tents tonight."

The pirates cheered at this news and began rushing to grab whoever they put their eye on. Here and there scuffles broke out, but as pirates were the only ones armed and far better, scarier-looking fighters than any native farmer, they were quickly resolved much to the example of others.

Rocco himself noticed a rather nice-looking young woman standing by the old chief's side. She was the chief's daughter, Cherr confirmed. Rocco took her by the hand and led her away, while his other hand took Cherr's. The chief's daughter and Cherr were going to stay with him. Cherr for her language skills and the 'princess' as insurance of her father's good will. And, of course, he was going to have fun with both.