The Irish Buccaneer (closed for me and sexy_curves)

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1708:

Patrick Cavanaugh was an Irishman, but he was no man's tenant. He had flee from Limerick, spent some time on a Royal Navy vessel, and then turned pirate. Now, at last, he had his own ship (well, stolen from slavers, which didn't exactly haunt his conscience). Other men might complain about food on the ship, but to him, it beat the dull and unsatisfying diet of an Irish tenant farmer's table. Everything beat being an Irish tenant farmer. Kowtowing to the damned English! Never again! Cavanaugh was his own man, his own master, and captain of a ship. The Brian Boru, his choice of name, and his crewmen were all Irishmen like himself. All loyal to their new "chief"....old clannish tendencies resurfacing and giving them more loyalty to him than most crewmen gave buccaneer captains.

At 34, he was strong, tough, hardened, ruthless, and quite happy to use this ship, the Brian Boru, to be the terror of the seas off the shores of Brazil. Preying off of slave ships, since he found them more vulnerable than most.

This time, he and his crew have captured a Portugese slaver and killed the entire crew. The slaves were sold off elsewhere for additional profit. Only the cabin boy was saved, because Cavanaugh privately suspected that "he" was no boy. Shorter hair or not, he knew a woman when he saw one. He just didn't tell his crew, because he wanted this girl all for himself. The old Irish temper and clan chief's prerogatives taking the form of jealousy.

And Cavanaugh was a VERY jealous man. He just didn't know why. He killed one man back in Limerick over the affections of a tavern wench. And very nearly got hanged for it. He knew that the wench was a strumpet, but he couldn't help his jealousy. He was insanely jealous of any woman who caught his eye....so he wasn't about to let the crewmen onto the cabin boy's secret....let them think that this was just a Brazilian cabin boy from Brazil......something about her lovely skin....indicative of mixed ancestry.

He determined to know the girl's name....and why she was disguised as a cabin boy....as well as getting her for himself....his lust and passion raging in him...now to be released, since they had docked at last with their booty at Port Royal, heart of piratedom.

OOC: Yes, I know that I don't normally make my characters jealous, but this is a different character and I wanted to do something different. Besides, it comes in handy this time. Besides, he's a hot-blooded, redhaired Irish peasant turned pirate. What do you expect?

 

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Abigail Marquez sat in the small lower level room, her wrists and ankles shackled. Her mother Irish, her father Brazilian; her mother had been forced to accompany a large ship to Brazil. There was a romance, a marriage, and murder. She returned to with her mother to Ireland, and had lived most of her life being treated as an outcast, being blamed for her own skin color and parents. The only way she could find to get out of her nightmare was to leave. The easiest way to accomplish that was to begin working on ships, getting a new job where ever her last one ended. The one problem, Captains wouldn't even consider hiring a woman to work on their ships. She took clothing from her brother's closet, and hastily chopped away her beautiful golden honey toned hair.

Her current job, a cabin boy on a Portuguese slave ship. She looked young, her job was above the levels of slaved chained together, to the ground. Keeping clean the areas of the ship that were visited by the staff and crew. She was cleaning the main level deck one day when they were seized. Her clothing and hair looking like that of a young man, they were preparing to have her killed with the rest of the crew when the pirate captain had her pulled from the line, and took her to the chamber where she sat now. She was small, she did not have a Brazilian figure which worked to her advantage, but she was toned, and her skin golden from working on the ships. Why had he saved her from murder, no man was saved. No one had ever thought her a woman on any ship before, was it possible he somehow knew?

 

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Patrick Cavanaugh

Abigail Marquez sat in the small lower level room, her wrists and ankles shackled. Her mother Irish, her father Brazilian; her mother had been forced to accompany a large ship to Brazil. There was a romance, a marriage, and murder. She returned to with her mother to Ireland, and had lived most of her life being treated as an outcast, being blamed for her own skin color and parents. The only way she could find to get out of her nightmare was to leave. The easiest way to accomplish that was to begin working on ships, getting a new job where ever her last one ended. The one problem, Captains wouldn't even consider hiring a woman to work on their ships. She took clothing from her brother's closet, and hastily chopped away her beautiful golden honey toned hair.

Her current job, a cabin boy on a Portuguese slave ship. She looked young, her job was above the levels of slaved chained together, to the ground. Keeping clean the areas of the ship that were visited by the staff and crew. She was cleaning the main level deck one day when they were seized. Her clothing and hair looking like that of a young man, they were preparing to have her killed with the rest of the crew when the pirate captain had her pulled from the line, and took her to the chamber where she sat now. She was small, she did not have a Brazilian figure which worked to her advantage, but she was toned, and her skin golden from working on the ships. Why had he saved her from murder, no man was saved. No one had ever thought her a woman on any ship before, was it possible he somehow knew?

Seeing the cabin "boy" shackled, Patrick summoned "him" to the captain's room. He wanted to find out for himself. He ordered the shackles removed and the crew not to disturb them for anything short of an emergency.

 

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Abigail was taken to another room; a larger room. Her arms and legs were freed, and she was left alone with the captain, who had removed her from the line of men to be killed. She heard the door latch from the outside as the other men left. She looked at the ground, away from the captain.

 

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Patrick

Abigail was taken to another room; a larger room. Her arms and legs were freed, and she was left alone with the captain, who had removed her from the line of men to be killed. She heard the door latch from the outside as the other men left. She looked at the ground, away from the captain.

"Well, aren't ye the pretty lad, eh? I'm Captain Patrick Cavanaugh, skipper of the Brian Boru. We're all outlaws here, enemies of the Crowns of all nations. Don't fret over the fate of yon slavers slain by our men. They were no great loss to the world. They's always got aplenty of slavers. That be the truth, by Jesus, Joseph, Mary, and all the saints. Besides, dead men don't speak, ya sees? Hence, we always kill those whom we don't wish to recruit or who refuse it. Slavers never join us, of course. Slaving being too lucrative and not as dangerous as piracy. Naturally, we sold the slaves ourselves, but that beat killing the poor innocent fools. Better goin' into our pockets than theirs, don't ye think?"

"Well, no need to hide the truth of thy sex from Captain Cavanaugh. Half of the men here are right dandy buggers, so they are too drunk or busy sodomisin' each other to know a woman when they see one. However, you're lucky they haven't tried to bugger ye, yet. Now, I, on the other hand, likes women. I know that ye be a lass. Ye've got too soft a face for a man and too mature of eyes for a boy. Ye've seen too many years to be that young. So, what's it to be? Shall I give ye to the lads, or shall I take ye for me own lass? Bear in mind that they will most likely try to bugger ye first and ask questions later. And not easy about it, either. They won't even check to see if ye be lad or lass. But ye and I know the truth, don't we?

"So, here's the deal. I miss women. I don't see too many aboard this ship. So, if ye joins me, I'll make ye my own lass. Not legally wed, mind you, but that's to be expected. A pirate can't easily take a bride. Bear in mind that I'm jealous, but that be an advantage for ye here on the ship. I can protect ye from rape and buggery, unless of course I decide to bugger ye myself. But, even then, I'd be gentler than yon brutes and buggers. So, what say ye? Will ye be a cutthroat's woman or a very sore-arsed cabin boy to a shipful of buggerin' buccaneers?"

 

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Abigail turned her face from the man as he began to speak to her.

"Well, aren't ye the pretty lad, eh? I'm Captain Patrick Cavanaugh, skipper of the Brian Boru. We're all outlaws here, enemies of the Crowns of all nations. Don't fret over the fate of yon slavers slain by our men. They were no great loss to the world."

She knew the crew of the ship has all been killed, she was in the next line of men when captain Patrick Cavanaugh had her pulled from the group, chained, shackled, and locked away below deck.

"Besides, dead men don't speak, ya sees? Hence, we always kill those whom we don't wish to recruit or who refuse it. Slavers never join us, of course."

At this, Abigail looked up at him, "Then why was I spared from death?" she asked him quietly.

"Well, no need to hide the truth of thy sex from Captain Cavanaugh. Half of the men here are right dandy buggers, so they are too drunk or busy sodomisin' each other to know a woman when they see one."

"I don't know what you're talking about" she said, looking away once again.

I, on the other hand, likes women. I know that ye be a lass. Ye've got too soft a face for a man and too mature of eyes for a boy. Ye've seen too many years to be that young. So, what's it to be? Shall I give ye to the lads, or shall I take ye for me own lass?

How did he know? How was he the only one to realize her secret. She knew there was no point hiding any longer, and removed the hat that covered her golden honey blonde hair that had begun to grow out. She sat on the large bed bhind her, avoiding his eyes.

But ye and I know the truth, don't we?

Abigail nodded her head, almost unnoticable in the semi darkness within the room.

"So, here's the deal. I miss women. I don't see too many aboard this ship. So, if ye joins me, I'll make ye my own lass. Not legally wed, mind you, but that's to be expected. A pirate can't easily take a bride. Bear in mind that I'm jealous, but that be an advantage for ye here on the ship. I can protect ye from rape and buggery, unless of course I decide to bugger ye myself. But, even then, I'd be gentler than yon brutes and buggers. So, what say ye? Will ye be a cutthroat's woman or a very sore-arsed cabin boy to a shipful of buggerin' buccaneers?"

She sat silently, at a loss for words. Her elebows on her knees, and her head in her hands. Her death with the rest of the crew seemed as if it would have been a blessing now.

"I'll be yer woman" she said, in nearly a whisper, unable to look at him. She stood up, obediantly as she heard him take steps towards her, her eyes on the floow.

 

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Patrick

Abigail turned her face from the man as he began to speak to her.



She knew the crew of the ship has all been killed, she was in the next line of men when captain Patrick Cavanaugh had her pulled from the group, chained, shackled, and locked away below deck.



At this, Abigail looked up at him, "Then why was I spared from death?" she asked him quietly.



"I don't know what you're talking about" she said, looking away once again.



How did he know? How was he the only one to realize her secret. She knew there was no point hiding any longer, and removed the hat that covered her golden honey blonde hair that had begun to grow out. She sat on the large bed bhind her, avoiding his eyes.



Abigail nodded her head, almost unnoticable in the semi darkness within the room.



She sat silently, at a loss for words. Her elebows on her knees, and her head in her hands. Her death with the rest of the crew seemed as if it would have been a blessing now.

"I'll be yer woman" she said, in nearly a whisper, unable to look at him. She stood up, obediantly as she heard him take steps towards her, her eyes on the floow.

"That'll be wise of ye. I'll protect ye and your secret. In front of the others, I'll pretend that ye be a boy. But in the privacy of the cabin, ye be me own lass. That way, any of me crew that also likes women will not rape ye. And those that likes boys will be warned off on the grounds that ye be too young for it. Though I know that ye aren't, the smooth-face will seem to make me tellin' de truth. See, I won't share ye. Not with none. Nor will I go a whoremongerin' on ye. Whores gave me last first mate a dreadful disease and he died of it. And if I be away with other lasses, I can't keep me eye on ye. So, let's make a pact. Ye be me only lass and I be your only man. Though that do mean that you'll be kept very busy. When the others are busy with whores, I be with you in me own room in Port Royal. Real secret, ye see?

"Don't worry, lass. I'll be good to ye. Ye be as me own wife, though not on paper, is all. Just like we be wed, eh?" he moved to kiss her, proudly displaying that he kept his teeth cleaner than most. It was a quirk of his. They didn't call him "Clean Captain Cavanaugh" for nothing. It was a distinction among pirates, as most were known for their unkempt look.

 

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"Thank you Captain, for protecting me from the others." she said, now looking into his eyes.

While she would rather be left untouched, it was comforting that he would watch out for her, protect her from the crew, and truely care for her while she remained with him.

"Don't worry, lass. I'll be good to ye. Ye be as me own wife, though not on paper, is all. Just like we be wed, eh?"

She backed up as he moved to kiss her, afraid to discover his oral hygene. He grabbed her hips, and kissed her. She was dually surprised and greatful to find his teeth clean. His body was cleaner than most on the ship as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her.

It had been a long time since she had been touched by a man in this way. While the circumstances may not have been her first choice, Abigail enjoyed being touched by him.

 

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Patrick

"Thank you Captain, for protecting me from the others." she said, now looking into his eyes.

While she would rather be left untouched, it was comforting that he would watch out for her, protect her from the crew, and truely care for her while she remained with him.



She backed up as he moved to kiss her, afraid to discover his oral hygene. He grabbed her hips, and kissed her. She was dually surprised and greatful to find his teeth clean. His body was cleaner than most on the ship as well. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he kissed her.

It had been a long time since she had been touched by a man in this way. While the circumstances may not have been her first choice, Abigail enjoyed being touched by him.

Glad to see her relaxing at last, Captain Cavanaugh kissed her harder and started removing her shirt....

"You're very welcome, lass. I may be an Irish peasant by birth, but I have me own manners when comes to women."

 

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Glad to see her relaxing at last, Captain Cavanaugh kissed her harder and started removing her shirt....

She kissed him back, feeling him kiss her harder. She nibbled lightly on his lower lip as he began unbuttoning her shirt.

"You're very welcome, lass. I may be an Irish peasant by birth, but I have me own manners when comes to women."

"You certainly do Captain" she responded, kissing him again, her hips against his body.

 

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Patrick

Glad to see her relaxing at last, Captain Cavanaugh kissed her harder and started removing her shirt....

She kissed him back, feeling him kiss her harder. She nibbled lightly on his lower lip as he began unbuttoning her shirt.



"You certainly do Captain" she responded, kissing him again, her hips against his body.

Grinning wickedly, Patrick began undoing her trousers...he wasn't a prude...after all....just very jealous and obsessed when it came to women. He tended to focus on one lovely lass at a time and demand to have all of her passion and her lust for himself.

 

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As he begna to remove her trousers, Abigail unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong muscular chest. She bit her lip as she stepped out of her pants, standing in women's undergarments. She looked at Captain Cavanaugh, and blushed slightly as he looked at her.

 

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Patrick

As he begna to remove her trousers, Abigail unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his strong muscular chest. She bit her lip as she stepped out of her pants, standing in women's undergarments. She looked at Captain Cavanaugh, and blushed slightly as he looked at her.

"Aww...now, lassie, nothin' to blush at....I've only had one at a time, but I've had me a few now, and ye are better than any I've seen so far. Let's get ye out of them bloomers, eh?" he winked at her and kissed her harder, sensing that she was relaxing more and getting more interested in it.

 

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"Aww...now, lassie, nothin' to blush at....I've only had one at a time, but I've had me a few now, and ye are better than any I've seen so far. Let's get ye out of them bloomers, eh?"

Abigail smiled, flattered at his approval of her body. He kissed her deeple once again as he slide her bloomers down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. She turned around for him to remove her brazeer. She turned back around, kissing up his chest to his lips, kissing him deeply again.

 

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Patrick

Abigail smiled, flattered at his approval of her body. He kissed her deeple once again as he slide her bloomers down her thighs, and she stepped out of them. She turned around for him to remove her brazeer. She turned back around, kissing up his chest to his lips, kissing him deeply again.

As he kissed Abigail again, Patrick started removing his own clothes and then grabbing her waist....fondling her beautiful buttocks....

"Ah, ye doesn't waste time, does ye? Neither does I....no sense in hidin' our true feelings, is there, me darlin' lass?" his Irish brogue as thick as ever in the heat of lust.

 

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Abigail began kissing his chest, shoulders, neck, jawline, nibbling on his lower lip as he began taking his clothing off. He grabbed her waist, and kissed her again, moving his hands aroud her, and began to caress her buttocks.

"Ah, ye doesn't waste time, does ye? Neither does I....no sense in hidin' our true feelings, is there, me darlin' lass?"

"No sir, no sense at all" she replied as he leaned her against a wall of the cabin, he arms around his neck, their bodies glistening with sweat. Their breathing shallow, anticipating what was to come.

 

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Patrick

Abigail began kissing his chest, shoulders, neck, jawline, nibbling on his lower lip as he began taking his clothing off. He grabbed her waist, and kissed her again, moving his hands aroud her, and began to caress her buttocks.



"No sir, no sense at all" she replied as he leaned her against a wall of the cabin, he arms around his neck, their bodies glistening with sweat. Their breathing shallow, anticipating what was to come.

Lifting her legs, he began licking her sex, while stroking himself, wanting to get her very wet and ready for him....

"A tasty cunny ye have, lass," Patrick noted.

 

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Her back pressed against the wall, her legs on his shoulders. Abigail moaned softly as he began licking at her swollen mound. She hadn't felt feeling like this in so long, hiding her gender from everyone she came in contact with.

"A tasty cunny ye have, lass,"

"Thank you Captain" she replied softly, biting her lip to keep from being too loud.

 

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Patrick

Her back pressed against the wall, her legs on his shoulders. Abigail moaned softly as he began licking at her swollen mound. She hadn't felt feeling like this in so long, hiding her gender from everyone she came in contact with.



"Thank you Captain" she replied softly, biting her lip to keep from being too loud.

"Aye, ye be welcome, me dear lass. It's very delicious," Patrick smiled at her, before he started to lick her again. He wanted to make her cum at least once...so she'd be eager for their next coupling....and hopefully slick enough for this one. Not that he couldn't take her anyway, but he preferred his women to need or want him, if possible.

"How did ye ever pass for a boy with such nice curvy hips, darlin'? Were the slavers buggers too, or did they only have eyes for black African girls?"

That was true enough. While not as voluptuous as most Brazilian women, due to her sheer smallness of size and build, she was still curvaceous enough for his eyes. It was only by comparison to the natives and the African slaves that she could have passed for a boy. Well, that and her short hair and mannish clothes. And her shortness helped there too.

 

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Abigail moaned loudly, nearing her climax. Her back arching against the wall, her muscles tensing.

"They had their eyes on all things male or female Captain, They always passed me up beacuse of my age, they assumed I was young, too young to touch without punishment from the captain."

 

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Patrick

Abigail moaned loudly, nearing her climax. Her back arching against the wall, her muscles tensing.

"They had their eyes on all things male or female Captain, They always passed me up beacuse of my age, they assumed I was young, too young to touch without punishment from the captain."

"Well, we know the truth, now, don't we?" Patrick grinned as he kept it up...determined to make her climax before he entered her.

 

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Abigail nodded, breathing even more shallow. She moaned loudly as her orgasim overcame her, her warm juices flowing onto his tongue, into his mouth.

 

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Patrick

Abigail nodded, breathing even more shallow. She moaned loudly as her orgasim overcame her, her warm juices flowing onto his tongue, into his mouth.

Licking up the juices, Patrick kissed Abigail again and told her, "That was very nice, me dear lass. What be thy name, by the way? I should have asked sooner, since we be on such terms. Especially considering that I'm about to shag ye."

 

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"That was very nice, me dear lass. What be thy name, by the way? I should have asked sooner, since we be on such terms. Especially considering that I'm about to shag ye."

"Captain, My name be Abigail Marquez; My mother Irish, My father Brazilian." she answered, as she slowed her breathing, catching her breath. her hands gently on his muscular chest.

 

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Patrick

"Captain, My name be Abigail Marquez; My mother Irish, My father Brazilian." she answered, as she slowed her breathing, catching her breath. her hands gently on his muscular chest.

"Irish and Brazilian, eh? I should have known that there be Irish in ye. Ye be too pretty not to be at least half from Erin, eh?" Patrick smiled at her, as he guided his phallus into her cunny....wanting to give her a good fuck that she'd recall for a while. At least until the next one...

"Pleased to meet ye, Abigail....lovely name...the name of one of King David's wives, I believe," he noted.