The Smuggler and The Maiden

[Daisymell]

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"We have sails on the horizon captain," screamed the slim boy on top of the main mast. The boy scrambled down the rigging to deck and ran up stairs to where the captain stood with spyglass looking behind them upon the ship gaining on them.

The captain said, "They fly the flag on the enemy. England is on our heels. Let the cloth fly. We must gain American water before they meet us. And," he looked to the slim boy at his side, "I want you out of sight. If they find out who you are, they would take you away from me in a second," the captain's voice dropped, "Especially if they knew you were a woman. Now get of the deck."

Jessica Crawford watched as her father walked away from her and she sighed. She turned slowly as the ship beneath her are began to move more quickly to the slip of land ahead of them. She entered the cabins below down the stairs from the deck. She entered her small cabin and changed into one of the dresses she had had made for her when she had visited Boston. Then she waited to be in the safety of New York.

 

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"She's making for shore," the first mate shielded his eyes from the sun and watched the prey hoist sail.

"I see as well as you," the captain said. "Full sail, if you please. They will not escape us."

The Sea Hawk suddenly unfurled her wings and began skimming the surface of the water. They were eating up yard after yard on their opponents, who lay heavy in the water. A most satisfactory prize, Captain Mark Jacobs observed, confident in a quick victory.

Soon they were close enough to see the crew of the prize on deck; they could see they were fearful, knowing they had no chance of making landfall.

"Prepare a shot across her bows," Jacobs ordered. A single cannon fired, the ball avoiding damaging their opponent save cutting some ropes on the aft rig of the schooner.

"Roll out the guns," Mark smiled; the small trader was not equiped to fight a brigantine. "Boys," he bellowed, "line up, to starboard, show em what they're facing."

His fighters rushed to face their opponent and made a fearsome noise, waving knifes, swords, firearms. The captain of the American vessel knew it was all over and futile to fight. He signalled as much by dropping sail, becoming nearly still in the water as she struck her colours.

With cannon and men poised, Mark ordered their prize to lower boats to ferry his prize crew across and plunder the ship. "I will go myself," he said, "let them know of another English victory in their waters." The crew about him cheered.

In a short while he clambered up the nets of the schooner while others of his drew clambered aboard using axes to gain a purchase in the timbers of the hull. They were well schooled in gutting a ship and while several guarded the captive crew the others set to work searching for prize treasure.

"Sir," the half-naked seaman popped his head out of a hatch. He held up a bottle. "Porter, rum, whisky."

Mark smiled and turned to the captain of the captured vessel. "We shouldn't be too long in removing your cargo sir, then you will be free to go. We will ensure your cargo goes to a thirsty people for a fraction of the cost after your excise would have got to it." The captain, a haughty, proud man of the sea spat at the feet of Jacobs. One of the Sea Hawk's crew made to strike his face with the flat of his sabre but Jacobs restrained him with a raised hand.

"I understand your anger sir. For that reason you are permitted one gesture of defiance. Another will see an execution of one of your crew."

Without waiting for a response Jacobs strode away to inspect the
captain's own quarters and sequester his personal valuables.

Below decks the work of stripping out as much of the cargo as possible was underway as he made for the private rooms at the rear of the ship.

There was some gold which he pocketed, a tolerable silver pocket watch. And a noise.

Drawing his dagger Mark went to the cupboard and pulled open the door. Inside was a boy in a dress. Mark blinked, taken aback. No, this was no cabin boy - the curves that the dress hugged were a real woman's, that was certain. Despite the short hair, this was definitely a female. His lip curled in a lascivious smile. Very useful; she might fetch a high price in the white slave market, he thought.

"Well well, another prize. Out, now." He stepped back, wary in case of any sudden moves. Slowly, she disentangled herself from the belongings in the cupboard and stood sullenly before him.

"Here, someone, help wanted in the captain's quarters. Bring rope!"

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Captain Crawford saw his daughter carried up onto deck, wrists and ankles trussed, her mouth gagged. He fell to his knees. "For the love of God no captain. Please - she is my daughter."

Jacobs looked at the captain. "She is my prize."

Father and daughter exchanged helpless glances. The prize crew from the Sea Hawk cut ropes in the rigging, disabling the American ship for hours. Jessica Crawford was bundled into a boat and rowed across to the Sea Hawk as yet another piece of treasure.

 

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OOC: Due to the holiday and certain instances that have come up I am withdrawing from Literotica permanently. I feel with my current relationship going as it is that I feel an amount of guilt writing on these forums anymore. Sorry about the change and I hope you all have a safe and happy holidays. I still want to IM you anytime you are on...you are a good friend and interesting to talk to. Byebye