Pirate's Den

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie... the dreamer

"Aye Lad, Sit and satisfy your hunger and thirst but steer around the mamboo if ya can" I replied and swung my arm towards the feast waiting on the table for him. "Ya can fill your belly while I talk, then give me your thoughts"

The young lad was different than most free males on the Isle, I knew it and had kept my lips sealed, biding my time until the day.

"You've avoided signing onto one of my ships since you came here lad, and chosen work that keeps your feet on the land, a detail I haven't missed"

He had filled a plate and carried it to the table and at my words placed a large hunk of beef back on the platter, ready to defend himself.

"Nay, Listen" I corrected and held my hand aloft smiling to show he had nothing to worry about. "Tis not insult I wish to place on your shoulders only fact and what I intend to do about it"

Tommy settled back and poured a ration of rum into his mug, enough to quench his thirst but not cloud his mind and I nodded.

"Have ya noticed the mug or the platter you are filling your belly off of?" I queried, then grinned as he looked closely at the dull sheen of mug and lifted it's weight. "Aye Lad, Solid Gold"

As was every platter, mug or utensil on the table, it's value lost to most who ate off of it thus reducing it to little value other than mere kitchen ware...

"I have roamed the high seas, killed men with me cutlass, with me flintlock and cannon...and when that fails me bare hands for what you eat off of"

Much to his credit Tommy didn't flinch, only look up from the rapidly dwindling pile of food and look at me, then drank from the goblet.

"Each battle was of great peril, we lost mates, ships...all to bring this wealth to our island, then discard it"

Hands behind my back I looked at the young man watching to see if the words of a pirate were sinking into his sharp mind.

 

[Destiny]

Sleep claimed me still.....

I snuggled still in the big bed of the pirate lord. It's comfort was more then I had had in months. The berth on the Ship although a sizeable one for having been the only guest aboard the vessel, but it wasn't that comfortable. This bed felt like heaven and it didn't smell like Johnny's had. I had washed most of the smell off me in the lagoon as well.

But still my sleep was a fitful one an ocassional moan escaped my lips and I began to run a fever. I was sweating beneath the covers and tossed them off in my need for cooler air. The white cotton shirt clung to my perspiring body as I shifted and rolled on the bed. My hair clung to my cheeks and temples.

"No you can't do that... he was......anything....no ..." I moaned in my sleep even as the fever began to rise.

 

[Remec]

Dinner meeting

With a smile and grin of relief, Tommy laid into the food with the rush of one who'd not eaten in too long. Which wasn't exactly true, but he'd not eaten that day, so it felt so to his stomach. And when given rein to eat, a man's stomach often shouts down his brain.

It was especially so for Tommy, as his brain was busy following along as Blackie spoke to him about his life and role on the island and amongst the pirates. He paused at one point, meat dripping on the table as he held it aloft between serving platter and plate. Blackie waved him to carry on, and he dropped it to his plate, added more of the carrots and potatoes, tore a large chunk of bread, sat down and began to eat.

He knew he should eat more slowly and that he had better manners than he was showing, but it was so good...hot and juicy and tasting like nothing he'd had on the island before. Blackie must have hired or captured actual cooks on one of his trips.

Tommy marveled at what he was eating with and off of once Blackie brought it to his attention. He glanced about at the sheer volume of similar things in the room...in just this one room. {Why, Blackie must have a fortune and then some.} he thought, his mouth gaping long enough that his stomach figured he wanted more and began directing his arm and hand to shovel food down once again.

"I have roamed the high seas, killed men with me cutlass, with me flintlock and cannon...and when that fails me bare hands for what you eat off of. "
"Each battle was of great peril, we lost mates, ships...all to bring this wealth to our island, then discard it"

Blackie seemed to pause, watching Tommy for a sign of something, or maybe giving the lad a chance to speak. Tommy took it. Hesitantly, he ventured,"And...and you're wondering if it was worth it?"

 

[Remec]

And then...

Tommy set his teeth to his lips, wondering what answer he would get to from the pirate captain, when he heard a stirring from the bed. {That was a short nap.} was his first thought, but then he saw that the woman wasn't waking, but seemed to be suffering a dream or nightmare.

"No you can't do that... he was......anything....no ..." she moaned, her body squirming beneath the covers of the bed. Tommy looked to Blackie for signs of him having noticed as well as for what he should do.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie

"Aye, Jungle Fever" I murmured and nodded to Tommy's inquisitive look. "Twas my fear when I felt her skin and explains the effect of the mamboo on her as well"

I rose, dinner and the discussion forgotten for now, moving towards the room and the growing murmurs within.

"On the ledge under my swords" I pointed out to the lad "There lies a glass vial of a liquid. I took it from the infirmary of a British prison before escaping, the Doctor there claimed it would kill the demons that inhabit a body...if they lived thru it"

I advanced on the small figure in the tousled bed, the covers thrown from her as she rolled about, her lithe body covered in a fine sheen.

"She'll need one of us with her at all times and her demon will become more and more violent before we're able to defeat it"

IF....I thought IF we were able to save this wench who by some miracle washed up on our shores.

"Tom" I used his proper name, my tone bereft of the usual taunting growl. "Only Poseidon below knows if we keep this lass with us but I'll be damned if we give her over without a fight"

And at the words the women in the bed cried out, as if the demon inside her had heard and chose to respond and tell us it would be an epic struggle. Already her body was swathed in sweat, her top soaked thru and holding it to her over heated body.

"Open the vial lad" I spoke with urgency, moving over the woman and seizing the gown at her shoulder, then ripping it from her writhing body. "We force the contents down her throat and into her belly, then use that clear alchohol to bathe her until she is better"

 

[Destiny]

Raging Fever

I continued to layback on the bed as Blackie approached, unaware of his intent as the fever continued to rise. I could feel hands on my and yet I was unable to do anything. In my mind I was fighting against the unseen hands, in the awake world I was laying helplessly on the bed. Things in my life began to fill my visions and the visions weren't always so pleasant.

The fights with my father over being sent away from home now filled my mind. "I don't want to go away... No I ...marry ...He is old!" The fight went on in my head the broken comments being spewed intothe room as I writhed on the bed. The hands on my body weren't exactly the tender kind, but atleast I wasn't in too much danger yet.

When the shirt was ripped open and I lay on the bed naked now, the pirate lord an Tommy got a definite eye full. I lay on the bed my body now covered in a thin sheen of sweat making my skin glow. Myhair clung to my cheeks and face as I pushed finally at the hands holding me. "No ....stop... I dont' want to go!"

 

[Remec]

Tommy got the vial as instructed, although his mind had wandered off. {Jungle Fever!} His thoughts roiled at the images it carried with it. All the horrible things the old women used to speak of when he was younger. It was worse than the boogie man or even some of the Barons the natives worshipped with their drums and dancing and chicken sacrificing. Worse because one never knew when it would strike or how...and because so many were lost to it.

{Please don't let us lose this one.} Tommy prayed to whomever might be listening as he neared the bed. He opened the vial as Blackie ordered. Opened it and stood at the ready as Blackie got the woman into position. The rip of her gown was a shock to his ears as much as seeing her nakedness was to his eyes. He'd already seen as much or more of her on the beach, but to see her here on the bed was different, somehow.

She wasn't awake, for one thing. Despite the words and the motions of her limbs now and then, she was obviously asleep and suffering things in her slumber that were vivid and troublesome enough to make her respond as if she was actually living through them.

She was also on her back. It was one thing to see how nicely her breasts had hung and jiggled as she'd moved and scampered about the moonlit shore of the lagoon looking for her shirt and trying to hide from Johnny. It was something else entirely to see them sitting high on her chest...all wet and slick with the sweat of her fever...nipples perking up at the coolness of being exposed to the open air of the room caressed them and teased them as nicely as if he or Blackie had reached over and tweaked them with thumb and forefinger.

And, her legs were all akimbo...spread not quite to the point of looking like she'd had or was ready for sex, but enough to make Tommy's eyes bulge and his mouth and tongue quiver as if he was starved with a different sort of hunger than that which he just sated.

He swallowed nervously, and looked to Blackie. "Just tell me when to pour it...I'm bettin' you'd best do the holding down and opening of her mouth..."

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie...the doctor

It would have been a lie to say the lithe, flushed body of the maiden didn't affect me, for it did. But years ago I had learned the value of concentrating on the task at hand and the terrible price others paid when I was lax in that lesson.

"Lad" I spoke calmly, my voice not betraying the fear felt inside me as I captured the back of the head of the woman and gently tilted it, my other hand pinning her wrists to her bare, flushed stomach. "Wait until she cries from the pain, then pour"

And inside I begged her forgiveness for what I was forced to do...and felt I had no other choice, the vial was the last of the brew that could defeat the demons inside and she would need every drop of the bitter liquid.

"NOW" I spoke calmly and pinched the back of her trim neck with my calloused hand, and much to his credit Tommy acted with a resolve and strength found in such times.

Pain forced it's way thru her near unconcious body and it arched, her head thrown back and lips parted as she protested with a wail that tore into my heart...and black soul. Swift as the gull that followed our ships Tommy's hand dipped downward and spilled the life saving milky fluid between her parted lips, cutting off the keening wail as my hand sped from the back of her head, to her lips.

"Swallow Lass" I implored to her fevered face and unfocused eyes. "Swallow the bitters and keep it in your belly if you wish to live"

And almost as if she were suddenly with us...Her eyes focused and the fight left her body...her long throat contracting and moving as she obeyed...and then fell limp in my arms.

"Tom" I spoke as I let her body setlle back to the bed below "Bring the clear alchohol and soft rags, we'll take turns cooling her body with it, until the fever...breaks"

A long look I took of the woman now, letting my eyes study her face, her throat and the lush body below...enough to make any man lust for it...and worship her. So like another...the spirit and fire within her eyes...her voice...the one I lost forever when I followed duty...and not my heart.

"See to it quickly, Lad" I barked, breaking the spell we both were under as we gazed at the woman in our charge, the source of our mutual hunger...and pity. "Lest we lose her"

 

[Remec]

Tommy

Waiting is never an easy thing. Waiting to do something that might bring another pain or discomfort is even less so. And, finding the nerve to move through one's own fear of pain and discomfort...not to mention a cry like unto the banshees of his mother's bedtime stories (why his mother told them such stories before bed, Tommy wasn't inclined to really think about)...was so hard, he didn't think he would be able to.

But, he found his body leaning in, bending over the helpless, naked woman...bound as she was by Blackie's hands and the nameless demons of her fever dreams...and feeding her every drop of the vial Blackie had had him fetch. He watched its thick liquid flow past her red lips, over her tongue, and begin to pool within her mouth while Blackie kept coaxing her to swallow it.

Tommy was about to ask if he should tease the corner of her jaw, like you would if she was a sick animal...the way he'd seen one of the grooms at the inn do for some of the horses once...when the pool drained away. He sighed a bit, not noticing until then that he'd been holding his breath.

"See to it quickly, Lad" I barked, breaking the spell we both were under as we gazed at the woman in our charge, the source of our mutual hunger...and pity. "Lest we lose her"

Tommy startled, it just sinking in what Blackie had said to him. He tore his eyes from the woman's lovely mouth and face, and dashed over to where the older man had said the alcohol and rags were. He grabbed them and brought them back to the bedside. Grabbing an empty chamberpot, he poured the alcohol in it and soaked the rags down well.
"Shall I start first then?"

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie

"Aye, Tom, be gentle...talk to her, let her know we are with her in this fight"

I turned, the woman was calm now and no longer in need of a pirate doctor, just tender hands and a soothing voice.

The balcony was open and I moved to it, away from the bedroom and the two inside, back to the view of the sea and it magic.

Magic in that it could wash away the memories of yesteryear and let me live for the day, magic that I now wished to deny.

"Be gentle young Tom" I murmured "And brave"

 

[Destiny]

I laid back on the bed my heated body dampening the sheets and it was now well past midnight. The moon was beginning to go down and as I was fed the vile vial I gagged and after it had been drunk down I guess I must have because I wasn't in pain anymore. Pain the ultimate weapon.

In my delirium I was seeing my father standing before me my cheek was burning red as I rubbed it. Tears began to leak along my temples as I lay on the bed to mix with my hair and I started to cry as I whispered,"I..marry him... Old ...met him. He saw... picture....am to be married. SABLE!" Sable had been my horse back home, now dead because I was going to defy my father. Being rich wasn't as cracked up as it was supposed to be, when the men in your life wanted you to do what they wanted you to do and wouldn't allow you to do as you wanted to.

I lay back on the bed as I collapsed back deeper into my feverish dreams and still sobbed soflty. The cold alcohol on my body ws helpful in calming down only so long as it was applied. When the caressing stopped I was back to writhing on the bed. My mumbles were back to inaudible chatter. It was all catching up to the time when the storm hit. The storm had been rough, no one came below to tell me of it and I was alone and scared except for my maid who wasn't much more help then a soggy loaf of bread. When the crack of the timber over my head sent a wave of water down onto me I knew I was in my coffin if I didn't get above deck."RUN ...RUN.... We must... ship sinking!"

MY hands swatted at the hands on my body as I fought against the unseen hands pawing at me,"Let..go... JOhnny let ... go..please... Take me... to your Lord... ransom back...?" Little did I know I was smacking at Tommy's hands.

 

[Remec]

Tommy

The woman began writhing slowly upon the bed. Each small movement seeming to provoke an agony in her thoughts, but it didn't seem quite as bad as before they'd given her the medicine. Her pleas and little whimpering noises that filled in the gaps between begging and moaning, however, were not what Tommy would have liked to have had as a replacement.

Blackie had agreed for him to start, so Tommy had begun to wipe the woman down with an alcohol soaked rag. Hesitantly, he dabbed it to her cheek and brought it down along her neck. Blackie nodded and left him to his work.

"Be gentle young Tom" I murmured "And brave"

"I will sir. You can trust me." He sighed, his eyes flickering to where the woman's breasts heaved and swayed as she made her way through whatever nightmarish thing had happened to her. He began with little singsonglike chants of "It's okay" and "You'll be fine", but quickly realized she needed more reassurance than that. Tommy started listening to what she was saying, and shifted his words to match the problems she faced as best he understood them.

"Aye...married...happy time...Sable...get better...Sable would want you better..", but he finally went back to just little cooing sounds and clucking of his tongue like you would to calm a frightened kitten...her delerium was beyond him.

After a while, he was changing rags when he noticed her writhing again...it seemed she was only gaining comfort when being touched. He began running the soothing cloths along her torso then...long, slow motions with more pressure than he'd been using, letting her know someone was with her, caring for her...

{Lord, she's so pretty} Tommy thought...he changed rags once more, quickly, before she could shift back to nightmares and writhing...but he wasn't quick enough, and upon touching the wet cloth to her chest and over her breasts, intending to come down the center and over her stomach...he was suddenly beset by swats and thrusts against his hands...

,"Let..go... JOhnny let ... go..please... Take me... to your Lord... ransom back...?"

"Ow...hey...ow...", Tommy dropped the rag on her belly and caught hold of her wrists, leaning in over her body to try and catch her eyes, see if she was any more alert than she was earlier. "Stop this...I am not Johnny....it's me, Tommy...hello? Blackie is here too...Hello?"

 

[Destiny]

Anne

When Tommy held her hands down on the bed Anne fuaght harder, screaming and kicking in her delrium at the man that was dragging her along the beach. Her body writhed and wriggled beneath his. She was fighting like a wild cat as she screamed.

Her head thrashed from side to side as she was spoken to by Tommy. "Nooooooooo....let me go..please." Her voice was thick with tears that were still elaking along her temples.

 

[Remec]

Tommy

He tried to quiet her with the alcohol rubdown. But it only seemed to help when it was being done. And, finally, stopped being any sort of noticeable benefit.

Then he'd gone into words. Soft, soothing words spoken to her from above as he'd continued to use the rags soaked in alchol. But they only appeared to enflame whatever she was living through. Reliving, maybe? She did appear to be going through things before coming to the island, and even the sinking of her ship during the heavy storms they'd just gotten over.

Now he was trying to use restraint. Just his hands only got him slapped and smacked, and she moved beyond simply writhing until Tommy was sure she would harm herself. "Blackie...I'm going to hold her down. She's coming around, but it's a devilish thing." He swallowed recalling what Blackie'd said earlier. "It's...it's not really demons, is it?"

Tommy wasn't really sure the pirate captain was even in earshot. It wasn't all that long since he'd begun treating the lady. For all he knew, Blackie'd gone to check with his crew and see what remained of his own lady. The lad leaned further over his patient, taking her hands and wrapping one of the towels he'd been using around both wrists, reaching up and placing them over her head.

And she started kicking at him.

Sighing, he looked about, but throwing the blankets and covers on her would be counterproductive to what he was doing with the alcohol. So he looked at her for a moment, and she began wiggling and shaking from side to side. Her voice a mournful, plaintive cry...full of sobs..."Nooooooooo....let me go..please."

Tommy felt like he might cry himself, and rested his head down by hers. Trying words once more..."Don't cry...it'll be alright...you'll see...don't cry..." He reached his right arm across her naked form, feeling his groin twitch as his skin touched against the still alcohol-damp flesh of her breasts, but he ignored it...mostly...reached across and held her close, embraced her so she couldn't toss and turn or writhe or lurch like someone was taking a belt to her.

"You're safe...really and truly..."

 

[Destiny]

Pirate Nursemaid....

As she was cooed to and stroked Anne began to calm a bit and her breathing became more even. Her head didn't thrash as much and she sighed softly falling back into a deeper sleep then before. HEr body still sweated as she lay there. Her chest rose and fell under Tommy's own as he hugged her to him still holding her bound wrists up and over her head. The alcohol began to soak into his own shirt as he held her against him now a lifesized doll, pliant and sleeping quietly it would seem for now. Her eyes never opened during any of this.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie

Fathoms away in my mind and only a few feet away from the woman fighting for her life I gripped the rock banister, knowing the battle inside was a squall...the real storm was yet to come.

"Aye, Lass, Hold on" I breathed into the night air, watching the row of fires along the beach and the men and women's silhouettes flitting in front of the flames.

"Fight the demons with all you have."

And as her cry rang out again it drove me back into my mind...to a place I was once and a situation I wish but could never change...

"We are deeply sorrowful, Master Bartholomew, But she passed away while you were on your journey. She fought bravely...but in the end the fever took her"

Memories of a lost love, a woman who was my hope, my life....my wife, and I left her knowing she was sick and accepting her excuses that she would soon be better.

"She held on for days, moaning your name even when unconcious, even when she should have passed she held on, waiting..."

And I didn't arrive. I damned myself every morning with the thought, cursed myself for leaving her when she needed me the most.

"She was buried three days ago...on hallowed ground with the churches blessing"

And now...all I had was her ring....a pile of dirt to catch my tears...and her memories

"Fight the demons lass. Run from them, face them, do what ever you need. But know this....you won't be left alone in your battles"

 

[Remec]

To sleep, perchance...

As the thrashing below him gave way to a serenity...not a calmness, but a slumber and a spate of dreams that were fast becoming less and less frantic, until the lady appeared to be through the worse of the jungle fever.

Tommy hoped so. He also hoped never to have to watch anyone suffer so again..not even if it meant lying against a beautiful young woman, naked to sight and touch, his face resting on her shoulder while he embraced her.

Although, it made for pleasant dreams on his end, now that he'd succumbed to the length of his day and the draining of his energies from dealing with the violence of the fever-demons. He forgot who he was...where he was...his mind and body blended themselves into a quiet reverie full of a warm body...soft skin and flesh beneath his arms and hands...his hands caressing their way over the surfaces they rested upon...the flat plateau of the lady's abdomen and stomach...the slow rise as he moved over her ribcage...the larger one as his palm crested against the curve of a breast...squeezing it gently...fingertips brushing the nipple and rubbing it...exploring what they'd found...

 

[Destiny]

Anne Bonny

SHe continued to rest back on the bed her eyes closed and her slumber more eased now, but still the ocassional restless movement. As Tommy's hands began to roam her body once more she continued to reamins asleep.

But her body was responding to his caressing touches. Her skin along her stomach and ribcage goosefleshed and then slowly eased away as the touch tickled her skin. Her skin was still very warm tot he touch and as the hands that caressed her dragged the cloth along her skin to cool her down her nipples responded bu tightening to a hardened peak of flesh. Her breasts wheren't that big, between a 'B' and a 'C' easily filling a man's hand as she lay there. HEr lips parted and her breathing increased some as she was continually caressed by the hands of one of her captors.

 

[Remec]

Tommy

Somewhere within his mind, Tommy knew he was lying upon the lady he'd found with Johnny. His head was resting upon her shoulder and part of her chest and arm, while his right hand had wandered off across the rest of her chest and torso to explore.

But that part was asleep. What was awake...what kept his hand fondling and teasing the lady's naked breasts...was the main part of both his mind and his body that had been sleeping for the last several years.

Tommy wasn't tall. He wasn't particularly strong of body, arm or leg...although he was quick and agile, surprisingly so as he was long. He had the thin, wiry, gangly look of a lad too big for his age, but not big enough to be labeled tall. Which made people look at him closer as we was actually older than he seemed.

Old enough to have been having dreams about the daughter of the main tavernkeeper here on the pirate's island. Dreams in which he was free to find out what it was men and women did together that was always implied around him, but never mentioned or done when he was around.

Dreams like he thought he was having now. Now, when his fingertips caressed and squeezed and tweaked the breast and nipple that lay open and unguarded to the touch of his hand. Now, as his head turned slightly at the sound of heavier breathing just above him. Now, as he brought his lips to meet a pair of open lips that belonged to someone who he had wanted to kiss, but who wasn't whom he thought it was.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie

Hours had passed during my musings, the great star making it's steady progress from the far horizon to directly overhead, the knowledge rousing me and coaxing me to return.

"Lad" I spoke from the doorway, noting his languid movements, the dreamy face, the rag laid askew on the bed..."Lad tis time you let me take over"

And indeed he turned to my voice yet showed little recognition and I chuckled.

"Aye Lad, A wench like that would be enough to drive a man to drink...or dream if ye cannot take full advantage of it"

My hand on his shoulder the young man looked up to me and grinned in return, then rose and nodded...

"Use the rooms over the shore if ye desire" I offered, knowing the young man had an abode of his own...but still wanting to finish the discussion we had begun earlier.

 

[Remec]

Pleasant dreams

Tommy dreamt. He was a funloving taverneer, brewing his own ale and making roasts and pastries and fine, gullet-filling stews for an everchanging crowd of pirates, black market merchants, wenches, and the occasional ransomed kidnap victim.

No, he was a pirate captain. Steering his ship through the curt commands given to an able crew of hardened cutthroats, scallywags, and born-to-the-sea mariners. Hunting for salvage or ships that fell under his writ from the crown, allowing him to search their vessels and seize such things as might be of benefit to the enemies of the writ's backers.

No...he was a practically homeless, too old urchin. He rested much of his chest upon the upper body of a young woman stranded by shipwreck and fighting off jungle fever, while his lips just barely touched themselves to her own parted mouth. His mind picturing her as any number of women he knew...including herself...but coming back to one face that belonged to...

"Lad tis time you let me take over"

Tommy sat up with a small groan and a licking of sweat, salt, and the remnants of a vile medicine he'd gotten the taste of from Anne's mouth from his lips. He blinked, trying to rouse himself to the pirate captain's words. Looking down, he saw the still naked young woman and realized both where he was in relation to her, and how hard his shaft felt within his pants.

He practically jumped from the bed.

Turning towards Blackie, he began to stammer an explanation, an apology, something that would explain how he'd been where he was and that nothing had happened. He bit his lip, the still sour taste of the remedy there, and cut a look to her again. Tommy shook his head, reassuring himself that nothing had happened.

Blackie calmed him with word and a hand gesture and sent him on his way upstairs. Tommy nodded, thanking Blackie, gathering his jacket and a mug of water from the table. He then slipped upstairs, opening the door at their top and stepping out into a hall somewhere in the lower levels of the old fort, beneath the mansion Blackie used as his personal dwelling....

 

[Destiny]

dreaming of Freedom

A heavy weight was on my chest, I could feel it in my dreams. NO please dont' my mind screamed and I saw JOhnny leering at me over me watching me. He leaned in and was kissing me and I wanted to get him off me but all I could do was lie there.

Suddenly the weight was gone and I was alone again on the bed noone there. I could breathe easier and I began to dream of a rough voice soft and genlte as it cooed to me. A hand was stroking me as it spoke. A caressing touch that let a moan escape my lips. Blackie had replaced Tommy on the other side of the bed and he was stroking my naked body as he spoke as if I could hear him talking.

But through it all I slept and dreamt of being free to do everything I ever wanted to do.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie...the philosopher

I sat on the tousled beds surface and ran the cool, alcohol drenched rag over the women’s skin, watching her eyes flutter, her face twist and hearing the murmured words that escaped her full lips.

All of her body I covered, her flushed cheek and neck, her gracefully muscled shoulder and arms, the full, rounded curves and valleys of her taut breasts before moving down. Down to the soft and heaving concave of her belly and her Venus mound, then to each muscular thigh, the knee, the trim ankle and petite toes...to return up the opposite long, lithe leg to finish the journey.

I could recognize what allured young Tom so, could smell the woman’s fragrant desires over the tang of the white alcohol, knew the effect it had on a man such as he or myself...and what passions it promised.

IF...

"Aye, Lass, IF" I voiced, my thoughts creeping into the constant murmur of words I plied her yet unconscious body with, my thoughts still on an earlier time and another woman, the sting of her lost to me dampening...quelling the desires I felt for this one..

"If you return to us I shall give you your freedom, there will be no mark of bondage put upon your fair skin, no scar to punish you for the reward of beating your demons and staying with us, if you so choose"

And indeed...as a freewoman, the lass would have the right to come and go as she chose, with time and energy she could earn a berth off this isle and return to her own time and land...to her own loved ones.

"Tis not right a lass should begin her life so, to not taste all the sweet things it promises, for her soul to sour before she has had that chance"

Hours passed as I worked over her, the burning of muscles long past and now part of the established routine I forced myself into, the path of the rag and my words to her all part of what was needed...what must be done...to aid her. And somewhere after the sun rose it's mighty face, as the gloom of the night was chased away and light filtered itself into the cool room, I felt a change in her flesh...the heat that had become part of her fleeing with the dark, her flesh returning to a natural tanned color and away from the perpetual blush...

The demon had left quietly, the tossing and turning gone as the lass rolled to her side to sleep...the fever broken and her own youth and vigor returning to take over and complete the healing cycle.

I rose, returning the now corked and unneeded bottle to it's station, tossing the remnants of the white liquid and the rag into the open fireplace and smiling as the coals roared in fiery approval. A single glance over my shoulder at the lithe, nude figured assured me all was now well, and it was time...

Time to take charge of my own future, to return to the task of finding one for the tiny Isle and the people on it, to set a new course for all of us that would guarantee a new life.

At the desk I sat, my hands moving over the maps, the endless details that so bogged my mind, my eyes on the sea so quiet and still in the early morn, and then a cool, round object came into those chafed and rough palms.

A medallion...One such as I had made and insisted each freeman or woman wore, the mark of the falcon engraved into it to remind them from whence they came...and the price paid to wear the solid gold orb.

I rose, remembering the oath and moved to the woman, sliding the heavy, shimmering chain around her lean neck and attaching the clasp behind her, letting the testament to her own price paid lay on the sheet before her.

"Aye Lass, you have indeed...paid the price of passage" I chuckled, nodding as her eyes fluttered, then turning to move back to the desk and find my price...and how to pay it.

 

[Destiny]

Anne

THe sound of a soft breath somewhere near by brought me to my senses. Gawd I was aching all over and I was still so very tired. THe sun was baking the room and I sat up moaning as I brought a hand to my head. Did he beat me while I was passed out. "OH NO!" I gasped softly and quickly lifted the covers. I didn't look any different from having had sex. Well I guess he decided a sleeping woman was better then no woman.

I eased my legs over the side of the bed and a cramp hit me, gawd i need to relieve myself. There was a chamber pot so I quickly grabbed up the sheet and pulled it around me as I went to it. Nice chamber pot...pure gold. After I was done I stood and looked around wrapping the sheet tighter about my body and tucking the cloth into the cleavage of my breasts I went towards the sound of the heavy breathing. Blacki lay sleeping on top of charts ans schematics of the island. They had all been carefully mapped out and I was curious at the nature of such mapping. I picked up a sheet careful not to awaken him, he had a good plan here and i was curious about a man that had plotted out lines for the village and how to replan it so that it made the most of the land without destroying the nature of the land. He had terraced the mountainside, or should I say he had it drawn out. Looked like he was having trouble trying to figure out what to plant. I made some mental notes over things and then took up another sheet for livestock and how to make them a self sufficient supply of food without having to go and get more.

I dragged a few paper away from where he lay sleeping and moved to the table. he continued to sleep with his head pillowed on his arms as I sat at the table and munched on a pear. It was quite delicious after not eating for a little while and I was so very hungry. I made some notes on his sheetson what to plant at which elevations so that the run off of the higher plants would feed the plants on the lower levels. I also jotted down some notes about livestock and how t rotate them out of the fields. I didn't even hear him stirring as I poured over all his plans for the island and leaned in and wrote some other notes. This was so facinating creating a society out of nothing but rag a muffins anf pirates.

 

[SmkyMtnRain]

Blackie... the dreamer

I woke from my own dream. The dream. The one thing I could always count on in slumber. My reality of how it was. And how it would always be. Her face etched in pain as it was described to me by her father, anger and blame in his eyes for failing her, for not caring for the child he loved, for letting her die.

It was no use to argue, no use to tell the man he wasn't the only one that loved her, no use to protest over the blame he pressed upon me.

For he was right. So right I left the comfort and regalia of my own land and sought death, to punish the demon that took her from me, to trade her life...for mine.

The dream ended and reality began, the burden I didn't seek but found on my shoulders still facing me, the staggering weight of it still laughing quietly at me as I lifted the papers and tried to organize them.

"No use. I'm a pirate, not an engineer or keeper of books" I spoke in the proper english, then became aware my "guest" was awake and near...

"Aye Lass, Tis time you woke from slumber and broke your fast" I chuckled, smiling at the juices on her lips, her chin...and the fabric of the tunic she wore, three sizes too large and showing a goodly expanse of her flesh inside.

"Now that you've had your nap perhaps you'll sit and share with me your true identity?"

I rose and moved to the table as well, pouring water into glasses and sliding one at her, then helping myself to a peice of fruit as well as I eyed her.

"Tis of an interest to me for the schooner that cast you adrift before it sank was not carrying royal passengers, only cargo..."