Pirate XXX (IC)

[Stalzyn]

GM​

Time of day: Sunset
Location: Cunt 'n' Cock inn, Port Arthur.
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind.
Tagging: All pirates present
Mentioned: Gold-teeth, Williams, Bombarsa, Victoria.



"The Throat" as they suitably called it was a large hall underneath the Prestigious inn of Port Arthur called Cunt 'n' Cock. It has been there for centuries, known to only her members; the pirates that roams the sea.

Martilk Gold-teeth glanced at the faces of the men and women around the long cherrywood table. His grey brows arched as his black eyes scanned their faces.

"If David Jones' locker was just a stone throw from Hind Valley, old sea dog Martilk Gold-teeth would be rowing with the damned souls under. And if I be not killed by blasts from Spanish cannons surely your incessant ramblings won't." He said, his voice rising with each word until at the end he was yelling. Grave silence fell upon the house, the usual exchange of banter, picking of purses, mini trades as well as satisfying fiery loins all stopped.
Martilk Gold-teeth was the oldest pirate alive, currently at age 121 yet still as strong as an Oak.
The pirate King just died and the purpose of the gathering was to appoint a new one. Gold-teeth as the oldest was in charge.
With great perseverance, he stood on wobbly legs, he placed both hands on the table to support his weight and leaning forward said.
"As is customary... we must have a leader, a king... and according to the code, each and everyone of you will vote someone you think is worthy enough to lead these scurried band of misfits."
Gold-teeth paused for the men to vote, as expected everyone voted himself... "Aye, I knew you fellas will never vote someone in... thus I have devised a means to end this tirade of arguments." Gold-teeth paused again, he searched their faces and a small smile split his features for a second before vanishing as suddenly as it had appeared. He had gotten their attention... now all he had to do was throw in the one bone and lets the dogs battle for it.
"The key to the Pearl of youth has been found." Martilk revealed, what followed next was gasps, exclamations, questions as to where and how. Infuriated by the constant disorderliness Williams the bald stood and smashed his fist hard on the wooden table.
The hall immediately went silent again, Captain Williams the Bald was currently the most dangerous pirate sailing the seven seas. His fleet the Deadly Fangs was capable of outrunning any battle fleet. Williams was number one on Europe's most wanted list.
"I swear by David Jones I'll snuff out any who dares disturb this gathering with unreasonable ramblings." He swore in his thick Irish accent, his two pistols suddenly materialized in his hands. It wasn't the first time the Bald Captain was putting on such a magical feat. Any who called themselves someone in the pirate world knows that Williams the Bald was not a man to dare.
Williams then turned to Martilk and questioned, his tone not hiding the fire he was feeling inside.
"The search for the Pearl of youth is a quest I have taken before now upon humble self old sea dog, something I'm certain ye have knowledge of. What purpose have ye for bringing said knowledge to light."

"The Pearl of youth is no one man's quest," Gold-teeth replied evenly "according to the code all are at liberty to engage in any quest their greedy souls see fit. Aye?"
"Aye!" The pirates agreed.
"According to the code of piracy once a pirate king dies, any who achieves a grand quest becomes King, Aye?"
"Aye!" They agreed again, their voices louder now.
Gold-teeth smiled slyly, displaying his golden teeth to the assembly. "And as stated by ancient codes guiding our brotherhood, ain't it the right of the oldest sea dog to appoint said quest. In this case who be the oldest amongst you?"
"Martilk Gold-teeth!" They yelled out.
"Then say I to you, any who can bring back the Pearl of youth to Port Arthur becomes King of the sea." He finished went into an uproar, yelling their approval, even as Gold-teeth withdrew into the inner recesses of the hall. The meeting was over officially and now every pirate on the high sea now has an ultimate goal. The Pearl of youth. Many left to start with their scheming, some investigations.

Williams watch old Martilk Gold-teeth walk away with gritted teeth and folded fist. He alone knew why Gold-teeth has disclosed information about the Pearl. Obviously the old fool wanted to be young again and remain young. And to the Williams the bald its like he was stealing food from his mouth.
"Rat," Williams called to the young man behind him. Rat was a 5'5 Brazilian with scattered long Afro, sea blue eyes, a flexible body thus leading to his expertise in acrobatics.
"Captain."
"Tell Captain Bombarsa to set sail for the Island of Grand Cayman. There's a priest there who knows the whereabouts of the map."
Rat nodded and hurried off to do his task. Williams was a man in control. Though he wasn't a king, he had so much power among the brotherhood, enough to send other pirates on errands.
Williams felt like someone was eavesdropping, looking back at the dispersing crowd behind him, his eyes fell on Victoria of the 7 year bitch. The lady pirate has a reputation of wielding one of the most drastic weapons on board. Her crews were composed of only women, something that greatly infuriated Williams. For he couldn't fathom why a woman will be so bold as to foster a ship alone. As one who dealt in the popular business of slave trade, his area being mostly women, the 7 year Bitch was on Williams list.
He waved a lady over, an Asian who just joined his merry band of misfits. She stands 5'6 with thick long hair that stops at her waist, sapphire eyes that can break a priest's resolve and a body that many men will kill for.
"Follow her " he instructed nonchalantly.
"Yes my lord." Mai replied then disappeared into the moving crowd.

STORY UPDATE​

This first post is a setting scene for ones to come... I have sent your story goals through pm. How you achieve it is up to you.
* Bombarsa is heading to the docks where he'll set sail for Grand Cayman.
* Gold-teeth has gone back into his room in the inn. Two guards stands at his entrance.
* Mai is following Victoria and will do anything to get on her ship.
* Williams is back on the Deadly Fangs... how did he get there so fast? Ask him yourself.
Have fun pirates.

 

[Hard_Rom]

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Richard Howard, Captain of the frigate the Putain de Mer, joins his men upstairs. So the Pearl of Youth was not just some old pirate's tale and had been found. Found by who? Old Gold-teeth had not revealed that and no one it seems had thought to ask. Cagey old bastard was playing things close to his chest. More likely than not he wants the Pearl for himself and then he can rule as King of the Pirates. Too bloody old to go to sea and search it out for himself, whoever does return with it is more likely to get a knife in the back than a pirate crown for their efforts. So what was the old bastard holding back?

He sits down with half a dozen of his best men, meaning the smartest and the meanest. The wenches at the table are told to leave while he tells his men what he intends to do. Gold-teeth the old goat will be upstairs probably having some whore try to suck some life into his ancient cock. Capatain Howard has something that might be of use to the old man in that regard. His six men and himself gather up some whores and head for the stairs. Two linger at the foot of the stairs while he and the other four each with a whore on their arm climb the stairs. Two of Gold-teeths men guard his door, they give an eye to Captain Howard's group but the presence of the whores makes them think that an old fashioned orgy in one of the rooms is about to begin.

They are quite surprised to suddenly find two men holding either a dagger at their throat or a pistol to their heads. The whores run for it but are not allowed downstairs to spread the word of the upper floors activities by his men at the foot of the stairs. So they just stand back out of the line of fire.

"Now, me 'earties," says Richard, "I'll just be 'avin' a word with old geezer." "Don't worry, I won't 'urt an 'air on 'is 'ead."

"In fact 'e's likely to be thankin' me when we is done 'avin' a chat."

With that he puts his hand on the door handle, gives it a turn and bursts into the room real quick like. His men shove Gold-teeth's guards inside as they follow. Sure enough the old fucker has some young whore sucking on his wrinkled cock while he lays back on a big bed. The whore jerks her head up but Gold-teeth just puts his hand on the back of her head and pushes her back down again. He looks annoyed but hardly scared..

"What's this then, ey, Howard?" he says, "Come to kill me or just watch?"

"Neither," Richard replies, "I be thinkin' you left out some things 'bout Pearl." "You said it been found."

"You didn't say by 'oo or where."

Captain Howard pulls up a chair and sits down, giving a glance at the whore trying her best to get the old decrepit hard. He reaches in a pocket and pulls out a tiny vial. It has that dweomor of magic about it and looks to be containing a mixture of a brownish flake with what looks like crushed pearl.

"This, you old lech," he says, "Is from far east from land of China." "It's a potion guaranteed to put 'ard back in a dead man's cock."

"Old Chinaman I got it off said it's made with crushed pearls and 'orn of something called a rhinocerosorous or summit."

He dangles it before the ancient pirate.

"You tell me something useful, " Richard says, "And I'll give it you."

"You'll be able to fuck like you was twenty-one not an 'undred and twenty-one."

 

[Stalzyn]

Time of day: Sunset
Location: Cunt 'n' Cock inn, Port
Arthur.
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind.
Tagging: Captain Howard
Mentioned:

Gold-teeth glanced occasionally between the potion and the bobbing head of the brunette between his lap.
The whore was doing a good job...at least to the best of her capabilities. Still yet his member refused to co-operate with his raging desire.
"Dispatch your goofons!" He finally said, raising the girl's head. "What me mouth has to say best be heard by one ear alone savvy?"
Turning to the brunette whore Gold-teeth asked her to leave. She feeling horny and unpaid lingered nevertheless. "Begone cunt. Your are as useless as old Gizard's grease." He barked.
A few seconds and the room was empty, as the last of Howard's man went through the door... Old Gold-teeth, sipped his rum, relaxed back in his sofa and then folded his arms on his chest.
"Now Captain Howard, wat do 'em wrecked mind wants to know?"

 

[Hard_Rom]

Captain Howard pours himself a drink from Gold-teeth's stock of rum and sits down across from him.

"I figure you won't tell me straight up where Pearl is 'idden," Richard says, "That would be too bludday easy." "So 'ow 'bout I tell you wha' I think and you stop me when I'm wrong."

"First of all that bald bastard bin lookin' 'igh and low for Pearl for long time now. We all figured 'e was touched in 'ead but now it looks like cunt was on to summit. That raid 'e done on St. Kitts. Never could figure out why. That was cruel even by 'is low bludday standards. So I figure it had summit to do with Pearl. Either it was there or someone 'oo knew summit about it was."

The raid on St. Kitts had lit a big fire under the RN's arse and sent the Jamaican governor into fits. Even the French had taken exception as it disrupted trade with the English half of the island. The extra effort by the French had resulted in Captain Howard's fight with a French frigate. A heated shot from the French guns had set his brigantine ablaze. Luckily his own first shots had killed most of the French officers and decimated the moral of the French sailors and Marines. Abandoning his own ship intent on capturing the enemy vessel Richard had sent every man he had across to board and capture the frigate before his own ship sank beneath him.The French had capitulated on the condition of quarter given. As the French actually outnumbered his own men, it had seemed prudent to accept their offer of surrender. He had marooned them on a small island and made a point of sending a letter to the French informing them of their sailors whereabouts.

"And it looks like 'e didn't find what or 'oo 'e was lookin' for," Captain Howard continues, "So what was bald prick lookin' for?" " A map maybe to Pearl's location, some poor soul 'oo 'e could torture for information or even Pearl itself."

"Tell me you old goat and you can get whore back in 'ere and fuck her raw."

 

[Stalzyn]

Time of day: Sunset
Location: Cunt 'n' Cock inn, Port
Arthur.
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind.
Tagging: Captain Howard
Mentioned:

"Soyez toujours" the French witch casted coming up the stairs... her hands stretched towards Howard's men. Immediately the men froze, unable to move. Celste was Williams right hand woman, as a witch she was a formidable ally to the bald. The four Deadly Fangs behind her rushed up towards the men, the sound of their feet not louder than a whisper.
The men knowing that her magic won't last longer quickly slit the throats of all the guards at the door and as men with no honor the whores too met their end.
"Tis be em Howard's hands," A handicapped fellow said.
"Quiet you fool." Celste repeled, the energy used in casting the spell had drained her a lot. She hadn't expected so many.
"It's his fate to be with an enemy of our lord, thus it's his fate to die." she reasoned

"Kill 'em both" She said, her accent heavy in her tone.

Gold-teeth regarded the pirate before him, Howard seems to know too much, even more than he should.
"You're treadn' on dangerous waters kid. Me head hurts to reason out how you sum up Kitts raid and precious Pearl... but ye be spot on. It has every thing to do with 'em Pearl."
He took a long glob from his bottle of rum, then sat up, closer he came towards the Captain, so much so that Howard can feel the hot stench of rum and tobbaco on his face.
Williams is a not a man to be trust. Greedy bald fuck might blow a hole into his hide in the end. Gold-teeth decided to manipulate Howard into finding the Pearl for him. Besides what good is a potion for stone cock when you can be completely transformed by the Pearl.
"He went for the Key. The Banks ar according to the scrolls the keepers of the Key. When news of this reached old man Gold-teeth ears I notified Williams as his galleon was the fastest around. A mistake done in me zenith. I had 'xpected subtle methods in retrieving the artifact but the son of a whore fucked every tin up. The Key Howard is nothing but a..." Gold-teeth trailed off as he noticed the handle turning.

"Get your ass down.!" he barked reaching for his pistol. He had just a time to withdraw when a dagger came flying, swishing inches past Howard's right ear. Straight to the heart of the old sea dog.

A sharp gasp escaped Gold-teeth teeth as the dagger pierced his wrinkled heart, throwing him backwards. Now on the ground Martilk tried to breath, each inhalation a sharp excruciating pain.
"Damn that frog." he cursed feeling himself go.
He could sense people entering the room, a fight ensuring obviously between the assassins and Howard. Just before closing his eyes, Gold-teeth raised his hand, took aim and let go. The angry bullet connecting to the shoulder of Celste, her cries brought a soft smile to his lips, one that he held even as Charon took him.

STORY UPDATE​

*Gold-teeth is dead
*Celste was shot when she was about to cast a spell.
*Howard is surrounded by four men. All armed with Melea weapons.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Quick as a snake, Richard has two cocked pistols in his hands as he stands and turns to face the witch and her assassins. He can see the old man is done for with a dagger stuck in his chest. But the tough old gaffer gave Richard an opening when he managed to get off a shot, sending a ball into the French witch's shoulder interrupting a spell casting, which in alllikelyhood would have ended Richard's life. The four Deadly Fangs had hesitated in the face of the two pistols but only long enough for two of them to move behind Captain Howard. Gold-teeth's shooting their leader made the two facing him turn toward's her.

Without turning, Richard crosses his arms across his chest and discharges both pistols into the men behind him. They both drop dead as the three-quarter inch balls blow big holes in their bodies. The way clear, Captain Howard turns and throws himself through the window behind him. With his arms up to protect his face he crashes through the latticed window, rolls down the roof of the main floor covered porch and falls heavily onto the muddy street below. The two Fangs appear at the window, draw pistols and discharge them in his direction. The smoothbore rounds go wide and Richard scrambles to his feet and takes cover under the porch.

He can hear the witch yelling, 'allez, allez', as the melee and firing from the second floor has the tavern in an uproar with men heading for the stairs. As he puts away his two empty pistols and draws two charged guns, he hears a crash of breaking glass from the otherside of the building. Probably the witch and Fangs making their own escape. The murder of old Gold-teeth won't make Williams any friends. Howard barges back inside the Cunt 'n Cock bellowing for his men.

"Putain!" he yells "Putain, to me!"

His surviving men in the tavern split from the crowd at the foot of the stairs and gather about him. Noticing the Captain's drawn weapons the draw their cutlasses, daggers and pistols of their own.

Loud enough to be heard by the tavern occupants Howard says, "That bastard Williams the Bald just assassinated Gold-teeth." "And murdered six of our men plus 'alf a dozen whores."

"His French bitch, Celste, and four Fangs killed them while I was 'aving a talk with old gaffer. They burst in and put a dagger in old bastard's chest. 'e got off a shot before 'e died and winged witch in shoulder."

He sends four men off to collect the rest of the crew ashore. Howard only let sixty men come ashore the first night, so as to keep the ship guarded and ready for action, a RN squadron could tumble the pirate's town and show up at anytime. Not to mention treachery such as Williams showed tonight. With the remaining two men he heads down to the shore and the ship's boat. While he waits for his crew to be dragged out of various taverns and whorehouses, he reloads his pistols and thinks on what Gold-teeth told him just before he died.

Gold-teeth had said, 'the Banks accordin' to scrolls are holders of the Key'. Howard assumes that is the name of a family on St. Kitts. That would explain why Williams raided the town. So now it looks like whoever finds these Banks folk has a leg up on finding the Pearl.

Gold-teeth setting the pirate captains on a quest had many heading for their ships to get a head start on searching. The melee and killing in the tavern has most of the rest heading for the safety of their ships. Richard looks out across the harbour and sees a longboat pulling towards the Deadly Fangs. He figures it to be the witch. As soon as he has a boatload of his men down on the shore, he climbs in the crowded boat and heads back to his own ship. Once there he bellows for action stations and for the ship to get underway. The boat heads back to collect the rest of the crew as cannons are primed and loaded, the anchor is raised and sails unfurled.

The winds are light so the boat can be picked up on a tack that brings the ship closer to shore. Captain Howard wants to put as much sea room between him and the Deadly Fangs as possible. Williams ship may be fast but she can't match the Putain. The Sea Whore can't match Williams' ship in a fight though. The only one who could maybe do that is Captain Victoria and the Seven Year Bitch.

As the Putain tacks toward the shore below Port Arthur, it's boat with the rest of the men comes along side. A rope ties the boat to the ship and tows it behind. If the winds drop anymore the boat might be needed to maintain headway. Howard has the oars readied on the old lower gun deck for use if needed. It is his plan to make for St. Kitts. Maybe there he can find out more on who the Banks are.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Time of day: Noon
Location: The Brass Creek Inn
Weather: Overcast
Tagging: Pirate Hunters and patrons of the Inn
Mentioned: Cpt Strack First Mate Petigrew

(I hope this is a correct set up and delivery.)

Link climbed out of the four poster he had been sharing with two of the Inn's local talents. He had done badly at the tables with the RN on leave or stationed at the port, he took his frustrations out on the two women. With orders given and the crew hard at work supplying the Seekers. He had been given time to relax a little. Now it was time to get a move on. "Alright you two OUT!" He said pointing to the door. "You've cost me' This whole fuckin place has cost me and I don't figure I will want to look upon you any longer!"

With the two girls paid and and leaving, Link dressed in his royal blues, and checked his pistols, and sheathed his cutlass's. He walked down to the bar where. a saucy older woman was standing. Her name was Nat, she was the co-owner of the inn and in charge of the girls. The Brass Creek was an upper class establishment as far as whore houses went. The glasses were clean, they didn't water down the booze and the girls had all their teeth and were unmarred by violence. The decor was nautical and was well lit, and clean. Fights were common but the guilty were dealt with harshly. Link had been close to clubbing a cranky old sea dog who had taken more than his fair share from him. He refrained do the the severity of the punishment the Inn exacted on rule breakers.

"Afternoon, Mr. Petigrew! I trust Magg's and Beth were good to you?" She said with a toothy grin. Link had been here many times and sampled all the Inn had to offer, Including Nat herself a few times. He greeted her with a smile and nodded not wanting to regale her with his misfortunes of gambling the night before.

"Have you seen the Captain yet today?" He asked nodding to the bartender for a shot of rum. Downing the dark liquid he turned back to Nat. She shook her head. and seeing that he was not going to ask for a woman's company turned her sights to a new batch of men that walked in.

He walked up to the Captains room and unlocked the door. Having secured a key from Nat the night before. "Cap'n It's noon! Walk up. Well she must have worked your cock into the floor boards to have you need such a rest!" He said announcing his arrival. The room was a mess. Link being a bit of a clean freak himself, shook his head. He loved being first mate to Edward, he would lay down his life for him and truly believed the captain would do the same. He also considered Edward to be his closest friend in this cruel world. Looking down at the bed as the naked bodies lay still, he could only imagine what unnatural slights against god almighty took place in that room.

"Wench get up and get out!" He said slapping the girl on the ass.

An idea for what the girls and the Inn might look like.

Maggs.
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Beth.
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Nat.
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The Brass Creek Inn.
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KC

 

[Stalzyn]

Time of day: Sunset
Location: On sea
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind. A storm brewing
Tagging:
Mentioned:Celste, Gold-teeth

Williams stood on the deck enjoying the view of the wide ocean. His mind drifted off towards the Pearl, how powerful he'll be with it. Many thinks the Pearl to be myth, some think it to be a magical artifact that makes one young... Williams knew better.
"Where to Lord Williams?" The navigator asked turning to the Captain, his fingers anxiously tapping the helm.
"Set course for Marsh Harbour... there be an item we need to relieve a man of." He answered smiling wickedly.
"Captain" called out Rat who was stationed at the top of the mast. He had in hand a pair of binoculars.
"Celste approaches on a long boat." He notified. "She's bleeding Captain."
Williams only scoffed. "Seems old Gold-teeth has a trick up his sleeve too."
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Few minutes later an enraged Captain Williams emerged from his cabin, he was holding a raven on his arm as he came up the deck.
"Tick, tick, tick," he called the birds attention. The yellow eyed aerial creature turned to his master, his head slightly bowed. Williams placed a small folded piece of paper in the bird's claws and then whispered into his ear.
His men had noticed the gloomy look on their Captain and stupidly stood, concern clearly shown on their faces.
"What be you Bilge-sucking scurvy fools doing standing.
There is more fire in a small, dead fish that in all your slow body. Get em hands to sail." Williams barked out.

 

[Deckrect]

Time of day: Morning
Location: Port Royal / Crazy Cod Tavern's barn.
Weather: Sunny and hot day.
Tagging: Courtney
Mentioned: None.

The morning golden day light invades the stinky barn, its air mixing scent of horse dung, coffee and fresh baked bread. A shadow of a woman in dress is cast against the small building’s floor as she observes a young lady laying down on top a pile of hay. Courtney looks collapsed, sleeping after the exhausting day of her arrival to Port Royal thanks to a merchant captain’s good will and some extra gold she could dig from the ruins of her former house.

Apart from some straw strands held to the impeccable brushed light brown hair, she still looking gorgeous with a delicate makeup which stills on even after a full night dedicated to the deepest coma. Wearing a long grey skirt over a white and light petticoat composing with a grey and white flower themed corset that presses the large bust dominating he chest, the girl does not gets aware of the other woman’s presence until the shadow decided talking. “Time is up, pretty thing! You, leave my business as fast as you can!”

Courtney opens her eyes, scared by the way she got awaken, leaving behind dreams of pirate assaults and fights and flames burning down her home. She stands up in a jump, facing the old and short hag woman, with a messed brown hair and a wart to the forehead. “What time is it?” – Courtney frowns, ribbing her eyes and narrowing them facing the strong light of the Caribbean sea assaulting her pupils. “Too late for you be here!” – The old woman says, turning around. “Get away! I have a reputation to preserve!”

In a couple of seconds, Courtney’s faces change to full insight, understanding what the tavern keeper would be thinking about her. Rising her hand as if she could reach the woman’s shoulder and stop her, the cute girls says in a destress tone bathed in British accent: “No, madam! I suppose you took me wrong. I am no wench of any sort! I just needed a place to stay the night!”

The woman pauses at the door, turning to face Courtney and look her from top to down, her eyes passing over the grey and white dress down to the black fishnet stockings and the black high-heeled shoes before finishing: “This is why you must leave! I take only whores here! You taint my starched reputation!” – Courtney blinks, not following the hag’s thoughts and insists. “I may pay you for a full day! I have no money, but I have clothes, a mirror, makeup… and other nice quality useful thigs here!” – The old woman sends a sympathetic, however pitiful smile to Courtney before leaving: “It is Port Royal, my dear. Only gold. No bartering of trinkets.”

Feeling her muscles and bones grinned by a terrible sleep, a disappointed Courtney sighs, removing hat from her hair and clothes before turning to check on her light-brown leather bag containing the few remains of her belongings. Feeling too tired, she shakes her will up, trying to rehearse the plans of the day: “Must I first try on the local library, perhaps looking for the usual trading routes passing by St. Kitts or should I move straight to the port and find the local authorities?” – The beauty talks to herself and surprisingly receiving a neigh as reply from one of the two horses knotted to a pole in the barn.

“Yeah! You may be right, Mr. Hooves! At first, I thought that looking after people would e enough on finding where mom would has ended. But it would be a better strategy if I talk to authorities having already some basis about what ask and some directions in mind too! I will proceed to the Library first!” – She rises an eyebrow at the same time she places her right leg over a tall crate, lifting the grey skirt in order to adjust the garter belt holding the black fishnet stocking in place. “Of course, Mr. Hooves, we cannot be sure about the quality or even the presence of an adequate library in a place such this!” – Courtney comments to her new equine friend, while doing the same to the other leg. Skirt up to hip, revealing white and soft skin, long legs, part of a buttock and blue small panties garnishing a pinkish young cunt.

“The Mercedez widow ha’ a lot-o-books!” – Cortney listens in reply, to what she nods for a split second before turning scared to face her now talking equine friend. At the same general direction as the horses, there is an old man dressed in what Cortney considers as rags, sitting over a crate. The old man must be a hundred years old, his face dirty by mud and soot while what seems to be the remains of his last meals sticks to his long and messed beard. Courtney surprised eyes are soon dragged down to the man’s hand, holding his old and half hard member, shaking it as if trying to resurrect it. Shocked, the naïve girl blushes and faces the man again, who instead of showing any shame, displays her a yellow smile of corroded and missing teeth.

Stumbling outside the barn as if spooked by a ghost, Courtney hits the street, finding a hard breathing hot air made heavy by moisture, fish stink, smoke and urine smell. The puffy girl looks around her to the small town built around a busy and important port, pulsing with life and business. A pair of workers repairing a house’s roof, traders coming and going, massagers, farmers pulling workhorses, slaves, free workers and hobos having wine: all together sharing the same streets. Courtney never been in such messed town in her life and never could imagine how it could actually be, after hearing stories of places like Port Royal or the Hispaniola.

“Hello, sweetie!” – Courtney hears, looking to her side and checking on a black skinned woman sitting on a barrel next to the tavern’s main entrance. “Me?” – Courtney asks surprised, taking the steps necessary to reach the curious woman, who looked like a caricature. Beauty, for sure, the black woman is dressed in an old style fancy outfit suitable to a king’s court or a noble lady, except for wear markings, tears to the fabric and the sepia tone usual to aged clothes. On top of her head lies a white haired high wig as her cute face painted by an exaggerated and botched makeup. The dress ends shorter than should, revealing to all eyes around the pair of small breasts, tipped by dark areolas and nipples. Courtney blushes to the woman’s nudity even if her eyes seems to be magically dragged to the expose chest.

“Are you new here, dear? Ready to put this boobs to work?” – The prostitute asks Courtney in a joking tone. “Yes! No! I mean…. Yes… I am new here.” – Courtney eagerly replies, fearing to be mistaken by other type very popular and frequent at Port Royal. “And, no, miss. I will not put my…” – She tries finishing the explanation, but feels unable to say the word loud amid a crowd. The whore smiles, amused by Courtney’s attitude. “So what?” – She asks.
“I am looking for a certain Mercedez widow. Do you know her?”
“Sure I do!” – The black prostitute replies, making Courtney smiles in hope for a split second. “How much do you plan paying for these directions?”
Courtney’s sad eyes looks around, as if trying to find a better collocutor, but all the men around seems to be far offensive than the business woman before her. She shrugs and says: “I have no money left, miss. I heard you do not accept anything but coins here.”

“It is such a lie!” –The strange prostitute says in a high-pitched tone. “Let me see your bag! What good do you stock inside?”
“A few clothes, actually.” – Taking out a nightgown the prostitute looks with a frown and throws away. “It looks like grandma’s stuff!” Courtney observes as grandma’s Banks nightgown flights away, unable to react. “Ok. I will take this all.” – The prostitute says, taking the whole bag to herself. “Listen, boobed white cream, walk that way, turn second right, first left and then all the way long uphill. The last house belongs to Mercedez pussy. I never had she needed any help, but you will find her there.” – The woman exposing her breasts says, turning her attention to the bag’s contents while opening a colored fan to soften the heat. For the second time in a row, Courtney feels abused by locals. However, she cannot fight back, taking a few steps backwards before taking route to the directions given. She struggles to hold back tears by concentrating on piercing the crowd on the streets.

As Port Royal is not that big, it does not take long until Courtney reaches the calm street, which slowly climbs up the hill. A quiet street with nice and humble people, the place fills Courtney’s heart with a strange St, Kitts feel, making her miss home and manly, miss her mother. The thought of her mother captive and perhaps mistreated by her captors fuels the girl’s legs to move faster and faster, walking up to the last house in the streets. After this last house, lies only pastures and the Jamaican wild.

The house itself was pretty much like Courtney’s house: large and painted in white, with a veranda to the front and some small balconies serving the second store windows. Courtney finds her way to the door, knocking and waiting. Passed a minute or so, the anxious girl knocks again, just before the door wide opens, revealing a well-dressed and mid aged gorgeous black haired woman. “Sí?” – The brunette asks using the Spanish language, cocking her head surprised by having a lost British girl standing at her doorstep.

 

[Stalzyn]

CAPTAIN BLACK BLANK CLANK

The Sea Cocks was among the deadliest Buccaneers frigates on the Caribbean, and this was not due to speed. No, she was a slow old Crack. It was all because of her Cannons. The Captain, Black Blank Clank had enchanted his cannons giving them incredible range and precision. Captain Black was born and bred in the Caribbean, in the ways of the Caribbean. He knew by heart all nooks and crannies, from the gulf of Mexico to the Caribbean itself, to the west Indies and even far vast Atlantic ocean.

Up aboard the Sea Cocks, the pirates happily sang, with a bottle of rum in each other's hands they poured out merried melodies.

Captain Black was in his cabin, his face buried between the legs of a wrench he'd picked up in Cuba. Using his fingers he parted the young crack's pussy and then greedily slurped up her juices. Under him a dirty blonde laid, his dangling cock in her warm mouth.

"Black Blank," the first mate called again, the scene has obviously affected the poxy - marked fellow and now he stood with an uncontrollable bulge in his pants.

"Shiver me timbers! One can't 'av a drab anymore?" Black questioned greatly enraged. "What trouble waters ye need me ear for?"

His first mate gulped and with considerable perseverance tore eyes from the two nude whores on the Captain's bed. Even as he stretched the small letter towards Black Blank, he from the corner of his eye was watching the girls play with themselves. He could even hear the squishing sound that came from the dirty blonde's pussy as the other worked her fingers in and out. He watched with mouth almost agape as the dirty blonde diary was gripped hard, her erect nipples squeezed and finally sucked.
The blonde moaned,the extra simulation on her breast was all she needed to go over that peak. She shuddered in ecstasy, arched her back, closed her eyes and yelled out incoherently.
"Ferk!" She cursed still squirting.
"The back O' me hand to yer snivelin' face ye syphilitic puppy killin' slimey Baruch." Black Blank barked out "If yet eyes be not removed from me petties I will make 'em wooden legs walk the planks to Davy Jones locker."
The first mate knowing better quickly tore gaze completely from the two horny whores and focused on Black's gloomy face solely.
"What be tis leechin'? Ye screechy Gobshyte knows Black Blank Clank is incapable of words."
Again, the first mate chastised himself for being so dumb... for he knew his Captain was unable to read.
"A letter from Captain Williams the Bald of the Deadly Fangs." The first mate read.
"Ah, he finally remembers to give me deserved prize." Black scoffed, he spits on his member and eagerly started with quick strokes. His eyes staring lustfully at the two whores.
"Send the Puritans down to Davy Jones and I'll give yer dar promised prize. The wife of Mr Banks." He read on
"Now that bligated scratchin' scurvy baboon is holding me loot ransom savvy?" He barked out now more enraged. It seems the sound of that only excited him, bringing his cock back to alive.
Black positioned his tool behind the drab and while she be busy licking up the juices of the dirty blonde like a hungry dog in heat, he jammed into her.
"Tell 'em hearties to turn her around. We'll be hoisting the colors soon against the Putains." He ordered amidst moans. The first mate gulped, nodded and as always left the Captain's cabin dripping of precum.





CAPTAIN BOMBARSA

Shiver My Timbers, shiver My Soul /Yo Ho He Ho/ There are men whos hearts as black as coal

And they sailed there ship across the ocean blue/A Blood thirsty captain and a cut throat crew./Its a darker tale as was ever told/Of a lust for treasure and a love of
golder My Timbers, Shiver my sides /Yo ho he ho/
There are hungers as strong as the winds and tides/Yo ho he ho/

And those bucaneers drowned there sins in rum,/The devil himself would have to call em scum!/Every man on
board would have killed his mate for a bag of ginnys or a piece of eight, a piece of eight, a piece of eight 5 6 7
8 & Array!
​

Bombarsa raised up his cup of rum as the song ended,
"Raise 'em up cups me hearties, dere be plenty of 'em pieces of eight where we go. Aye the temple in Grand Cayman. So hoist the colors, weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen. Ye dottish scraggy pursetearers."
Bombarsa urged, laughing heartily as the men hurried to their station.
The night wisp raised up her mast, hoist up her flag, (the traditional skull and bone with a white wisp on the skull's head.) Just in time to catch the wind who propelled them further out of the gulf of Mexico.

STORY UPDATE​

*The Sea Cocks has turned direction back towards Port Arthur and is heading for The Putains

 

[Hard_Rom]

Time of day: Sunrise
Location: On sea
Weather: Raining but looking to clear, light winds
Tagging: The burnt out wreck of the Sea Cocks
Mentioned: Williams, Howard

"'elmsman, set yur course for St. Kitts," orders Captain Howard, once the Putain is free of the harbour, "Bosun, once ar 'orizon's are clear yuz can unload shot and discharge yur powder."

He looks up and yells at the crow's nest watch, "Keep sharp. Ayes want to knows if any look to be followin' uz!"

The sun is now down but the western sky is still aglow, illuminating the clouds which before were overcast but now are black as midnight with shots of lightning arcing through them. Within an hour or two visibility should be well under a mile.

Standing on the quarterdeck, he watches as his crew goes about their business with pride. He would put them up against any RN ship of his class anyday. Howard is not one to rely on too much magic when it comes to actual sailing and fighting. You start to rely on it too much. The decks have been cleared for action, crews stand by their guns, muskets and arquebus stand in racks primed and loaded and the ship's whores have been put own in the powder magazine, below the waterline and technically the safest part of the ship.

A hail from the crow's nest has him turn to look off the starboard side, "Captain! It's the Sea Cocks. She just came about."

"Bludday 'ell!" Howard curses.

The Sea Cocks and her captain Black Clank are Williams'. Sure enough the old tub have come around and are bearing down on an intercept course. She has the wind too. Howard dare not let her get near with Clank's enchanted cannons he can bring his guns to bear almost twice as far as the Putain's. And twice as accurately too, if the gun layer is not drunk. Which luckily for many of the Cock's intended victims they usually are. Clank is one of those captains who relies heavily on magic while his crew drinks and he whores in his cabin. Although with the wind at her back a drunk whore could get the Cock's close enough to rake the Putain with a deadly broadside.

"Damn it ta 'ell!" he curses again, "'elmsman bring uz about." "I wan' wha' slight wind there is at are backs."

"Tha' tub gets within range and we be dead men."

The helmsman spins the wheel and brings the ship of her course to St. Kitts, heading in the opposite direction and puts her back to the wind. He keeps his head up to watch the sails making sure they are as full as possible.

Then the sound of a cannon firing comes from astern. Even at two miles the Cocks had fired a bow mounted thirty-two pounder. Howard watches as a black speck takes on the round shape of a ball and arcs towards his ship. He can feel his arse cheeks clench tight as the heavy shot rapidly traverses the distance. Even holding his thumb up to obscure the ball and so determine it's rough trajectory does not help. His thumb obscures the ball until almost the last few seconds. The ball impacts the water not twenty feet to port of the Putain and roughly amidships. Too close he thinks. A well trained crew can get off two to three shots every five minutes. Howard figures the Cocks typically drunk gunners can do one every five minutes.

"Get Monsoon up here," he yells.

She must have been waiting just below, probably fully aware of the incoming weather. Howard took her from an Arab dhow in the Bay of Bengal three years ago and she has been his bedwarmer and weather witch since. Ink black hair, large green eyes and dusky skinned the East Indies mystic, bedecked in silks and gold, climbs to the quarterdeck. Monsoon knows her role and smiles seductively to Richard. He takes her hand in his and leads her to the poopdeck over the stern.

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"You know the drill boys!" he calls out.

Any man not actively engaged in the rigging begins to pound out a rythmic thumping on the ship's deck with their booted feet. Those down below add to the thumping until the whole ship seems to throb with the sound of almost one hundred sea booted feet stamping out a well practiced rythmn.

When they reach the highest sternmost deck, Monsoon release her hand from Captain Howard's and begins to twirl and dance. Her silks part to reveal small firm breasts, a shaved pussy, well rounded buttocks and the legs of a dancer. Howard removes his pistols, red velvet coat and shirt revealing a well muscled upper body criss-crossed with various sword, dagger and some bullet wounds.

He is putting his weapons and clothes inside a chest when the gun booms again. This time the shot impacts just feet from the rudder, sending a column of water up and over the stern drenching both the dancing witch and him. If the Cocks' gun crew had fired at the crest of a wave that shot would have impacted square amidships.

The dusky skinned girl laughs and continues her dance as the gathering storm clouds seem to move contrary to the winds closer to the Putain. She twirls faster and faster and as she does the sails fill out more and more with a freshening wind. Captain Howard moves to her and takes her in his arms, kissing her passionately as she reaches down and undoes his breeches, pulling out his large rampant cock. She puts her arms around his neck and jumps up to wrap her legs about him. With almost no hesitation she pushes herself down on to his cock, throws her head back and yells at the sky. Immediately the sails snap as a gust stetches them tight, as her cunny is now stretched by her captain's cock. Standing on the poopdeck the two lovers fuck standing up, their mouths hungrily meeting. Lightning splits the sky and the rolling sound of thunder echoes across the lit sky. The ship begins to heave as it moves through the ever heavier seas. Monsoon heaves herself up and down on Richard's cock as a heavy rain begins to fall and the night suddenly gets very dark.

The storm drowns out the next firing of the heavy cannon and the shot is lost in the breaking waves well astern of the Putain and well wide of the following ship's boat. The Cocks's bow gun crew have no chance of hitting the Putain now as their ship begins to plow through the increasing seas. The Putain is showing no lights but the Cocks does not have that sort of discipline and her lanterns can be seen to rise and fall as the ship follows the crests and troughs of the storm.

Joined at the hips, Captain Howard carries Monsoon to the stern railing. He lifts her off his cock, stands her up and bends her over the railing before shoving his cock back inside her. A real screamer Monson call out her intense pleasure as Howard fucks her hard. With each scream a bolt of lightning lights up the sky, while the peak of thunder drowns out Hward's grunts of pleasure. And then suddenly he shoves his cock to the hilt in the dusky witches pussy as they both begin to cum hard. And as Monsoon screams out her orgasm as he glares out across the churning sea a massive bolt of lightning comes down and impacts the Sea Cocks main mast.

The Cocks main mast explodes into flaming fragments as rigging, sails and arms rain down on the decks. Clanks ship immediately stops making headway and begins to wallow as her steersman is crushed under a falling yard arm. Without even an order from their captain the Putain's crew immediately begin to take in sail as the winds begin to howl through the rigging. Those not required in the rigging ram wooden plugs in the cannon muzzles, drap heavy oiled canvas over the touchholes, batten down hatches and carrying the arms on deck down below take shelter from the storm. Monsoon and Richard share a quiet moment with his cock still inside her as even in the storm flickering flames begin to show on the Sea Cocks.

Disengaging from her pirate lover, the witch gives him a kiss and then hurries below to his cabin while he puts his cock away. Howard remains on the quarterdeck of the Putain, who with minimal sail runs before the storm. A few miles back an unearthly glow tells the tale of the Sea Cocks. He thanks half a dozen gods for the storm. Monsoon cannot call or stop storms but she can influence them either by taking the edge off or adding some to them. He is sure to find her well asleep after their exertions even in the worst of storms. Captain Howard hopes Clank survives as he has special plans for him.

Six hours later the storm begins to abate as the winds drop off. It is still raining heavily but the ship can now put out some sail and come around safely to search for the Sea Cocks or what's left of her. Howard tells his first mate to wake him when they do and goes below to climb into his bed with his bedwarming weather witch. Who just murmurs and snuggles up close to him.

As dawn arrives the Putain de Mer has swung about and comes up on the scene of the Sea Cocks' disaster. She is burnt to the waterline and only twenty men survive clinging to various flotsam. Standing off is the ship's boat with another ten men, six whores and one dispirited looking old lech of a pirate, who sits and drinks from a bottle of rum. Captain Howard comes to the port railing as the Putain takes in her sails and drifts close to the longboat. His men throw climbing nets over the side and heavily armed prepare to take on the survivors.

"Ayup, Clank!" he calls down to the crowded boat, grinning broadly, "I wan' t' av a word with use."

 

[Stalzyn]

Time of day: Sunset
Location: Brass Creek inn, Port Royal
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind.. a storm brewing.
Tagging: Link
Mentioned:

Edward laziest opened an eye and then closed it back again. True to his first mate's words... the girls had really worked his tool to the floor boards. One was a number, hell two was enough for any man's fantasies... but then four? Darn, such a man be a god?
As Link began kicking up the whores and dispersing 'em, Edward slotily stood to his feet, his flaccid cock still covered in dry cum and juice.
"What is the hour Link?" Edward asked moving towards the open window.
"It's sunset Edward, probably the 17th hour." Link answered, he picked up Edward's pants and approached. He was too late though. Edward now standing at the window threw open the covers only to shrink back inside with a gasp, his hands covering his member. Link threw him the pants and he gladly caught it.
"Go down stairs and gather the remaining sleeping crews in the inn. Have them all on shore and ready to sail." He instructed putting on his pants.
"And you should probably check the market for grease, the short Italian claims to be an expert in gunnery and strangely requested I buy grease for the cannons.
He puts on his white shirt and then picked up his vest. "By the way I was thinking we set sail for Grand Cayman, I hear the whorehouses there have now improved in their services."
He picked up his pistols, slotted them in and then walked to the bedside to pick his cap. "What do you think Link? Grand Cayman or we linger some more?"

Edward knew he had a limited source of Gold, the king had been gracious by providing both ship and Gold all in exchange for capturing pirates; those low life shrewd thieves and murderers. Yes, he should watch his expenditures, he should put all into his assigned duty... but who can resist the blissful pussies at the Brass Creek inn. The only thing however he could remember doing with the money apart from fucking cunts was to buy gun powder, improve his cannons, get extra crew men and hire a lad to put ear on ground and keep him informed on pirate events.
They both had planned that Link will check on the kid while Edward motivated the men.

 

[KINKYCanada]

Time of day: Sunset
Location: Brass Creek inn, Port Royal
Weather: Thick clouds and light wind.. a storm brewing.
Tagging: Link, Edward.
Mentioned: Nat, the Kid. Various crew members.

Link had to smile at the captain. Even with so much to do and having been rode so hard all night he still thought of fucking some more. "Captain I think we should make for grand Cayman. Hopefully we can catch a few of the cum en'route. Listen I'll be back in a in a short time!" And he walked out letting the captain finish dressing.

He walked up to Nat who was chatting up some merchant sailor. He cut across the room in double time and interrupted the couple. "Nat my dear I have a job for ya. The Captain could use a little pick me up! A task suited to only your gifted mouth and ass!" Link said caressing her back side as he talked. His back was to the merchant.

"I say look here! The lady and I were engaged in a private matter!" The man said, not liking the interruption.

"I say to you Edwin!" The man took a step back shocked that this brigand knew his name. "You are married and have been for several years, your spouse is pregnant with your second child and expecting you home. Not here gambling and fornicating your hard earned money away. Now I suggest that you go home to her and forget that you ever walked into this establishment!" Link told the man before him.

Link had gambled most of the night and lost, then when the captain refused to stir at noon he left him for a few more hours and gambled some more. Winning big this time and leaning all there was to learn about the gamblers in the room. This young Edwin Price was one such man. With in an hour he knew all there was to know about Edwin.

Edwin bowed out not wanting to endure any more defaming from a 19 year old.

"Now Nat here's some coin. You go and make Edward happy and no drinking! We need him alert. Just fuck him, suck him, I don't care as long as it wakes him up and makes him happy!" Link said sliding a purse with coin in it over to her. She smiled and walked up to the captains room with Link in tow. "My Captain, I have a gift for ya! I know you know Nat though from my understanding you have not had the pleasure. I will take care of the tasks you assigned and will have the ship ready for you in just over a couple of hours. While I am doing that. Please let ol'Nat here do what she does best! Nat I bid you two a due. Captain she likes it rough and she is not delicate." Link said and gave Nat a slap on the ass and a kiss on the lips before seeing his way out.

He gathered the remaining men and got them busy, he assigned a couple to follow him to fetch the supplies ordered by Edward. Then he sought out the Kid.

"What news do you have for me?" Link asked the mousy young man. The Kid was young and simple, but had away of gaining peoples trust and getting information from lips that would otherwise be sealed. The man was only a year younger didn't carry himself like a man would in those days.


"Where's 'he Cap'n?"

"Disposed of! Look man you had all night and all day to get what he asked do you have it or should we be looking for a capable man to do it?"

Annoyed, the young man regaled the story he had heard the night before from a drunk RN Captain. "Aye I have news for ye. A sloop fast and dark has been praying on merchant ships in the area. Attacks at night fast, and silent! Not the normal way of the pirates true. It be workn' for them though! The ships the 'the black pike.' captained by that African Captain Kilowad." The Kid smiled proud of the info he gathered for them. Link was not happy about it though.

"That's it? You little bilge rat. I expect better from you! That could have been gained reading the wanted posters at the jail! I want information on the major threats. The Seven Year Bitch, Captain Clank, Captain Howard, Gold Teeth? Where are they? What have they been doing? We get paid to kill pirates, and pirates we will kill. We will hunt this sloop down and have all the scum hanging from a yard arm that is sure. But I expect better from you I want information on the others next time. Now get aboard we set sail at 20:00 and there is much to do.

Link visited a few of the shops in the port and picked up some personal effects before going aboard the ship and awaiting the Captain who should have finished with his gift already!

KC

 

[Stalzyn]

CAPTAIN BLACK BLANK CLANK

Captain Black stood on the quarterdeck, smoking a long pipe while his cock was being sucked by a black wench.
Puff, puff, puff, he exuded out the thick black smoke amidst moans.
"Captain Black, we 'ave the Putains on sight." His first mate alerted as he handed the binoculars to the Captain. With one hand holding the binoculars steady, the other gripped hard the young ebony's hair and pushed her deeper.
"Shiver me timbers, she is like a fish without a tail, turn us towards the west side, where me cannons can feast on old oak!"

*****

"Eyes see she has improved, evading me cannons is no small feat." Clank noted out loud. "It seems I'll just 'av to take her savvy? Clank ain't know how she turned the weather and Sea, whether be it mast or oak or conspiracy with fucking Neptune, Black Blank Clank don't give a penny. Just know that I'll ride her." He said then feigned a wicked laugh, which only resulted in him coughing at the end. Damn results of tobacco.
Ye want to talk kid, take me in, get a whore to service this hard wood of mine, add 'em rums to the list, roasted chicken... too long since I had those, then maybe we'll talk."

Blank glanced around, all was definitely lost now, his ship would probably be at the bottom of the Sea now and most of his men will be riding with Davy Jones.
"By all that is great and good, I'll smash 'em spongy face of what ye value the most upon stony shores." Clank swore inwardly.

 

[Hard_Rom]

Clank, his whores and men are brought aboard the Putain. His men are tied up and left on their knees upon the main deck. The whores are treated well, of course. They are allowed to mingle with the Putain's whore contingent, where they are fed and allowed to clean up. Still uncowed and as foul-mouthed and belligerent as ever, Clank is confronted by Captain Howard.

"I've 'alf a mind t' keel 'aul you, Clank," Howard says, "Not feed you, supply you with drink and let one of your 'ores dress that wound pride of your's." "But I'm feeling merciful today."

"I'll give you what you want and then you and your men are free to go. Your ships boat will hold all of you and in two days you can make Port Arthur."

Howard calls for the ship's cook to rustle up a chicken for Clank, has a cabin emptied for Clank's use and sends for Clank's choice of whore. He even supplies a bottle of rum from his own personal stocks, a locally distilled spirit from the English Newfoundland colony far to the north.

"You 'ave two 'ours, Clank," he says, "Put 'em to good use." "Cause if you don't tell me everything you know 'bout Bald William and Pearl, I will 'ang your men and feed you to the sharks."

Captain Howard leaves Clank to his debauches, posting two guards at the cabin door. For the next two hours, Howard watches as his men strip Clank's burnt hulk of a ship of anything usable, iron cleats, block and tackles, a small cache of fourteen pound ball used for the Sea Cock's bow and stern chaser cannons. The crew had flooded the magazine to stop the ship from being consumed in an explosion. Sifting through the ashes and debris in the stern of the hulk lets Howard's crew find and recover the heavy chest with the Sea Cock's treasure of Spanish doubloons, jewellry, silver bars and precious gems.

Howard also rigs a plank running out from his main deck and has nooses readied from the yardarms.