0 comments/ 68162 views/ 4 favorites A Pirate's Tail By: Toyman The faded light of a filtered sunrise slowly lit the cabin. Julie pulled the covers tighter to ward of the damp sea chill permeating their cabin of the sailboat. Another three hours and the temperature would be well into the 90's but with the fog and the night it was best to stay beneath the covers. Let Dave make the coffee, he is more resistant to the cold although his cock would shrivel up to nothing. A life long dream of theirs had been to sail the south pacific for 6 months and they were finally acting upon it. They had been at sea for two months each night finding a secluded spot to anchor. Clothing was optional and usually worn only when topside near land or around civilization. It had been days since either of them had bothered. Julie had even on occasion not covered up when passing people on the shore and such. She got quite a thrill being looked at in public. Julie had gotten quite a few new thrills on this trip. The first couple of weeks had been tough learning to live without cell phones and constant communication. Even the Laptop email was only checked once a week to keep in touch with friends and family. Their marriage had certainly taken a change for the better. Julie had been close to an affair and suspected Dave had crossed that line. It really didn't matter anymore as each didn't care about the infidelity rather it was the broken trust that had hurt so much. Trusting each other to be faithful, and trusting each other to remain aware enough to show love concern and compassion for the other, all that had been swept away by two very successful careers. That, however, was in the past. Two months alone on the deep blue waters had driven them to find more creative ways to amuse themselves, they found that in each other. New and interesting ways to make love had developed. They first had improved their same old routine, learning to touch taste and feel to new, previously unknown dimensions. The ability to let forth a scream of passion across the empty waves was most gratifying. Lately they had begun to explore new avenues, Julie had tried anal sex for the first time ever and after a few tries had learn to enjoy it. Dave had made use of the various ropes delving into tying Julie up, and she enjoyed that much more than she cared to openly admit. She liked the feeling of helplessness it gave her. She also used it as a shield to let Dave try things she may have never done with out the excuse of being unable to prevent him. Still, Dave wasn't exactly the most aggressive of lovers and certainly not a sexual dynamo. Julie craved a strong man that would tell her what to do, she would resist of course it was part of her nature, but in her dreams her resistance went unnoticed as the man made sure she complied and that man enjoyed total devotion. This was, after all Dave, and she took what she could get, which was usually up until she resisted, then he would cave. Their eroticism had however grown considerably and well that was fine, certainly better than life before. Dave leapt back into bed after setting the coffee on and checking topside. "It certainly is thick out there this morning." He commented as he slipped beneath the covers. Pulling Julie close he snuggled his cool cock into her hot little ass making her wiggle and squirm. "Dave! For god sake warm that thing up would ya?" she pleaded. "I'm trying too!" Dave laughingly stated, pressing closer. Julie smiled and worked her hips backing into him. She felt his cock begin to stir as it remembered the warmth of where it had deposited seed just a few short hours ago. Dave smiled to himself as he thought about how pre-lubricated she still was. Slowly Dave took shape until he reached his full five and a quarter inches and he began to press against his wife's tender ass. He paused as a slight bump of something nudged the boat. "Daaaaaave!" Julie whined as she sensed her lover changing his mind. "Its okay honey I just need to check it out and make sure we are not adrift. I'll be back in two shakes of a first mates tail!" he teasingly told her as he slapped her naughtily on her ass. Dave climbed over her and shuffled quickly over to the ladder, half way to the top he froze. Staring Dave right in the face was the biggest shotgun he had ever seen. Cold fear gripped his stomach as his wife's innocent voice wove its way from down below asking him if everything was ok. The gap toothed smile of the dark skinned man told Dave all he needed to know, they had heard Julie. The Pirate tossed his head slightly indicating Dave should come up on deck and he nervously did as he was told. Dave climbed the ladder and started forward, stumbling as he was shoved. He felt completely helpless, naked in front of these 4 men. Julie's head just appeared out of the hatch when the Pirate reached down and grabbed a handful of hair so she couldn't change her mind. Julie scrambled up the ladder to ease the pulling. The pirate yelled a burst of gibberish to starboard and soon a thickly muscled ebony man appeared over the rail. He climbed with the grace of a panther. His head was shaven bald except for a single braid at the crown that hung down his back. He stood about 6 foot 2 and had eyes full of wisdom and cunning. As he reached the deck his eyes locked directly on Julie's and he broke into a huge smile. "Well well well, what have we here?" he spoke in rough English. "It seems my men have captured a beauty this fine morning." Julie was taken aback. Not in the powerful captain that stood before her, not even in the gravity of the situation, rather, Julie was amazed that the captain's eyes never once left hers. The captain did not take the time to look at her very naked body. Julie could not match the heat of his gaze and soon she faltered, looking at her feet. "Fear not my beauty we mean you no harm, as a matter of fact you just may enjoy yourself if all goes well." He said, breaking into another wide smile. Julie shuddered as Dave stood up, "Captain! I must Pro..ooooooof!" Dave folded over the foot suddenly thrust into his stomach. The captain barked out a command and the sailor that kicked Dave, grabbed him by the hair, yanked him backward placing a knife to his throat, and dragged/walked him to the side of the boat. Julie screamed in terror. The Captain walked over next to David, lifted his Loincloth, and started to piss over the side of the boat. "My friend you protest nothing. Say one more word and I will cut out your tongue. Make any move to rescue yourself or your wife and I will kill you both." The captain began to finish and turned toward Dave , the waning stream from his cock splashing against Dave's ankle, "Understand?" Slowly Dave nodded, afraid even to even respond with a word. "Good my friend. Now get on your knees and clean me off, we wouldn't want to be untidy for the lady now would we?" Dave sagged in defeat and dropped to the deck, the black cock of the captain looked huge in front of him. A single drop of fluid clung to the tip and Dave looked up at the massive captain hoping he would change his mind. He didn't. "Open up boy and stick out your tongue, believe me you will have the easy job today." Dave open his mouth and stuck his tongue out, leaning forward slightly he closed his eyes as if that might help ease his humiliation. The Captain laughed as he pressed the head of his cock to Dave's tongue, wiping it clean. With a slight lunge He slid his mighty shaft as far as it would easily go into Dave's throat, his hand reached up grabbing hair so Dave could not pull away. "Lube it up good boy we wouldn't want it to be dry for your wife. The sooner you wet it the sooner you get to stop. Dave struggled in the captains grasp, desperately trying to get some saliva into his mouth. As the overwhelming feeling of chocking started to take hold, the captain slid out and walked away, Leaving David to fall onto all fours gasping to catch his breath. As the Captain approached Julie shied back until she pressed into the chest of the sailor holding her. The Captain smiled, "Now beauty that is no way to behave, we would much rather have you enjoy yourself. Yes, we could just take you but what fun is that? I'll bet you're a pretty good fuck when your willing." The Captains eyes now swept down taking in Julies body, Large c cup breasts, shaven pussy with nice tight lips, great ass common to those that workout several times a week. "How about it boy? Is she a great fuck when she's willing?" The Captain yelled back to Dave still panting on all fours. Suddenly a loop of rope whistled through the air to smack against Dave's ass. "Answer the Cap'm." one of the men ordered Dave. "Yes…Yes captain she is a great fuck." Dave said, wincing slightly. An angry red welt circled his cheeks. "See there beauty? Now I'll make a deal with you. Be a willing little slut and I'll spare your life. How's that?" The Captain asked as if he was haggling for sailcloth. Julie looked at the deck, her eyes rising to the figure of her husband on all fours struggling to catch his breath from sucking cock and the painful lash of the rope. "Yes sir." Julie quietly whispered. "Excellent!" the Captain exclaimed, "Now come to me my pet." Julie stepped forward taking the Captains outstretched hand. He led her more over to the center of the boat. "Now kneel before me girl." He watched as Julie slowly complied, her breasts swaying back and forth slightly as she did so. Her eyes looking huge and innocent as they looked up into his. "Take it girl. Go on, it won't bite." The captain said, smirking. Julie's eyes focused on the huge ebony tool in front of her. It transfixed her with a mixture of curiosity and fear. Wrapping her hand around it she was amazed to discover her fingers not quite touching, the shaft left hanging from her fist easily the length of her husbands all by itself. Julie shuddered though she wasn't sure if it was fear or anticipation. Knowing what he had in mind Julie leaned forward licking where her husband just had moments ago, the thought of that did wicked things to her and she began to moisten. "Not like that girl, I don't want you using your hands." He ordered. Julie's eyes once again found the Captains and a quiet "Yes Sir." Escaped her lips. Dropping her hands down to her lap, Julie leaned down taking him in her mouth, straightening up the weight of the Captain's cock and his semi soft state caused it to slip from her lips trailing saliva down her chin. Julie began to reach up to wipe it off when the captain interrupted, "Don't you dare girl. I said: No hands! As a matter of fact put them behind your back and keep them there or I will have them tied. Julie instantly remembering her forays into being tied up and imagined that helpless feeling with the Captain, Her pussy grew very wet indeed. Once again she leaned down and sucked in his spit-covered cock. Stroking it with her lips as she leaned forward she managed to bring it to a more rigid state. As Julie was able to sit straighter she began to try and slide the Captain as deep as she could down her throat and he groaned appreciatively. Julie began to wonder if she might be able to bring the captain off orally, that their ordeal might end. Sensing her hesitation the captain shifted his stance causing his cock to slip free and along the side of Julie's cheek, the cool trail of sticky saliva glistening in the morning light. It became a game to the captain as she tried to suck him to slip free and wipe it on her face. "Girl, my crewmen seem a bit frustrated. Point your ass at that one and play with your pussy for him. Let him see you working your finger in and out getting it nice and wet for use. Julie turned beet red. Sex had always been a private thing for her and even here she was so caught up with the captain she had forgotten the other men. Certainly she had displayed her body as she sunned but never had she performed a sex act for an audience. Shifting Julie raised her ass and turned it to the crewman. She needed no foreplay at all as her finger slid deep into her drenched pussy. She heard the crewman mutter something in a language she did not understand and the rest of the crewmen laughed. Julie turned her head letting the captains cock paint some more of her face as she looked back to see the crewman stroking his cock while staring at her pussy. It was all she needed, naughtiness shot through her brain and her body responded. Long powerful waves of orgasm washed over her, her vision tunneled and a roaring buzzed in her ears as she screamed in delight. As awareness returned, the Captain ordered her onto her back. Taking her legs on his arms he opened them wide and placed his massive cock at her pussy. He began to work it in, making reluctant progress thanks to her pussy tightening cum. Julie thought she'd split in two. Her pussy ached with the same pleasure pain that makes you play with a loose tooth. It hurt but felt so very good. Julie opened her eyes to see the Captain looking deep into her eyes. "I told you, to spare your lives, you would have to do anything I said." He grunted as he fucked her. "Cum for me my bitch, Now!" The words were like a switch in her brain. Julie again felt the rush and fell into orgasm. How he could control her she did not know but she liked it. She felt him quickening and heard his breathing speed up, she wasn't the only one to sense his orgasm. "Please don't!" screamed her husband, "she hasn't had her pill." The Captain slowed only slightly before growling "If you don't wish her seeded then you must provide a place to cum!" To Julie's amazement her husband lunged, sliding to his knees beside her. The captain yanked his cock free grabbed Dave by the hair and shot stream after stream into her husbands open mouth. The Captain sat back panting and Dave started to rise. "Sit still boy you may be needed again." With that the captain spoke some commands to his crew and they began to undress. The one nearest being the first ready slid his cock through her lips and down her throat. As the next finished undressing he moved around, turning Julie onto her hands and knees and slid into her sticky pussy. The other one then took his place sliding into her mouth. As the first one finished he too shot into Dave's mouth, the obedient husband saving his wife from their seed. The second almost didn't pull in time and his first shot landed on her ass. The next and youngest member never made that far shooting his load down her throat in his excitement. The captain, now recovered, again lined up behind Julie. Looking down he noticed a thin trail of cum leaking from her ass, the result of last nights activities. "Did you do this boy?" the captain asked of Dave. Still afraid to talk Dave nodded his head. The Captain laughing said "Well I follow no one boy, get over here and clean her up!" Dave sat dumbfounded "Now I said!" the Captain screamed at him. Dave scampered over pressing his nose between his wife's cheeks, the salty taste of his cum mixing with the coppery taste of her ass, as he dutifully licked her as completely as possible. Stiffening his tongue to plunge through her tight opening to get it all. Shoving Dave aside, the Captain began to work his cock into Julie's ass. He was determined yet careful not to permanently injure her. Once inside Julie's squeals turned to deep breaths of relaxation. Never had she felt so full. Reaching between her legs Julie cupped the captain's balls as he started to fuck her. Dave watched as his wife was well and truly fucked and even shuddered as the captain emptied his load into her ass. The rest of the crew returned to the deck with everything of value from below. Experienced pirates they left nothing behind. The captain stood up adjusting his clothing and smiling down on Julie who lay on the deck, her ass red and angry as it leaked his cum. "Come to me girl." The captain ordered. Julie quickly went and kneeled next to him leaning against his thigh. "You have done well, and as to our agreement, you have won you lives. I would like to offer you the chance to go with us. You seem well able to fill our needs, but I want you to know this is a request not a requirement. I don't need my throat cut in the night by an unwilling girl. Julie glanced to Dave who saw the answer in her eyes. Standing, Julie walked quickly to the rail and began to climb over. She didn't even pause to grab clothes or any possessions, she wouldn't need any reminders of her old life. Dave went below but his Maydays fell on deaf ears. When he at last made port he sold the boat at a fraction of the price. He returned to New York and resumed his life. The rumors swirled amongst the cocktail crowd as to what became of Julie but no one knew the truth. No one ever heard from her again, except for Dave. Six Months to the day a letter arrived in his office email simply titled "Goodbye". It contained a picture of Julie kneeling next to the captain's thigh and kissing his ebony cock. She was obviously very much with child and smiling as she did. A Pirate's Tale I had no choice, not after the horrible crime I had done. It was either run - or be caught like a rat 'an dragged screaming and a kicking to the gallows. I'd seen too many a good man strung up, victims of the King's justice, eyes poppin out of their 'ead's, black tongues lolling from slack jaws as they swung for the crowd. Not for me that fate, oh no – my neck may be scrawny, but I value it too much for it to be stretched by no bastard 'angman! So I ran, I did. Ran as hard 'an as fast as a fox with the hounds of Hell upon his tail! Hid here and there I did until at last I found myself at the coast - with nowhere further to run. Just eighteen I was, already a thief and condemned man for want of bread to eat. Aye, I stole bread to eat, and for that - the King's men would hang me if they could catch me. We all gotta eat, ain't we? Starvin I was. Some crime! So I headed for the coast where I hoped to find a ship to carry me away from here; I didn't care where, just anywhere, away! It were nightfall when I got to the port and here I skulked and hid within the sea fog that cloaked the harbour in a cold and damp embrace. Then I saw her. The ship was just an outline, ghostlike and dark against the grey mist swirling around its slack rigging, but I could hear her call... The gangplank lay open, unguarded, it tantalised and invited me aboard with no one around, but me senses warned against taking its easy seductive offer. Instead, I found a mooring rope and slowly did I climb aboard, silent as a snake, quickly I found a deep rigging box and climbed inside where I fell asleep, safe... or so I thought. I awoke to rocking, of dreams sweet. With a crash, the riggin box was opened and rough hands disabused me of any such dreams I might be havin! From the sleep of the saved I was thrown into the terror able hands of savage men! Now I did hear the cries that sent me knees weak with fear! "There be a b*****d stowaway!" "He not be takin' my rations!" "Kill 'im!" "Throw the runt overboard!" Faces snarled at me, fists pummelled and punched me as from man to man I was tossed and thrown, until at last I was pushed against one huge man with a dreadful scar down the length of his face. He grabbed my shoulders and shook me until I looked up and stared into his face. "Hold fast mates!" he snarled, and the men stopped their blood baying as if shot. Then he turned to look at me with a glare that made me shake and then he slowly smiled. Arrr, that smile be worse, far worse than ever a snarl. He looked back to the men and grinned an evil grin. "Tie and drag the varlet avast!" Immediately thick rope was wrapped about me. "Mercy!" I begged only to hear raucous laughter answer my desperate plea. "You be fish bait, boy!" the scarred face whispered to me gleefully, and I heard the men laugh as they picked me up and threw me overboard! I fell for what seemed an eternity before the cold hard sea knocked the wind from my lungs as I plunged into the arms of the briny. Down I sank, white water turned blue then black and dark as deeper I went. A sudden harsh tug, and I was pulled up from my watery grave and just as suddenly dropped back into the sea's waitin grasp. Again I felt the tug from the rope. They were dragging me behind the ship as she sailed! Gasping desperately for air but breathing salt water, I fought to live, to survive. I did not last long, I had swallowed too much sea, I began to feel what only drowning men do feel, the pull of Davy Jones to his dark and cold locker! I saw Davy then - saw his face calling me and I went to him. Do you know that Davey Jones has a scar upon his face just like the man who had cast me avast? And he was grinning, just like him! Then he spoke. "We don't like stowaways, boy!" he said to me. It was not Davey Jones but scar face. I was alive and back onboard! I must have passed out. The crew were crowded around, grinning, as I lay helpless and coughing and a spluttering - a half-dead creature from the deep. I dragged blessed air back into my tortured lungs as I heard him say, "Take him below!" and that was the last thing I remembered from that awful first day. But what dreams! I lay on a rough bunk bed of stuffed straw, exhausted and beaten by the terrible experience, my young body bruised and sore. Now soft hands did play across my chest - sending shivers down to the depths of my loins - and I felt myself stir below, despite my injuries. I opened my eyes to see the young face of the cabin boy watching me. It were his fingers that caressed and soothed yet inflamed me. "What the name of all that's sinful are yee doing?" I whispered in a dry voice, shamed at my arousal from the hands of this lad. For an answer he just smiled, his large eyes sparkling within his grimy elfin face. I struggled to rise, to get up and away, but I was weak and he pushed me with ease back upon the bed. With one hand he held me motionless as with the other he loosed his shirt. My eyes fair did pop out me 'ead as I saw two wonderful female breasts revealed then to me in all their glory He, or rather she, then put one finger to her lips to silence my confusion. "Yes, to all but the Captain, I am the cabin boy, but I have the heart of a man and can kill like the best of 'em," in a flash, she placed her hands around my neck and squeezed hard, her eyes suddenly hard and cold as they stared into mine. Then they softened and relaxed back into a smile. "But I have the desires of a woman..." She kissed me then, and the softness of her lips left me in no doubt as to her words! I watched helpless as she gently and slowly removed my clothes, sliding her hands across my body, feeling my skin rise beneath her touch. "Oh, you are so young and fine..." she breathed as she explored my body. My buckle fell away as my breaches were gently pulled down, then at last I lay before her naked, my awakened desire hard, throbbing above my stomach, eager now for her to take me. Her hand encircled my cock, tested its hardness with a firm squeeze, and gave me a long firm stroke from base to head. I lay back and groaned, closing my eyes to the pleasure. I felt her breath wash over my sensitive skin and I groaned again at what she was about to do. Then I gasped as she surprised me yet again! With one hand firmly and slowly stroking my cock, her lips gently kissed my balls, then encircled one and sucked it within her mouth. I groaned as she rolled the egg with her tongue, sucking and pulling upon it, before letting it slip out. Her attention went to my other ball, which had the same delicious treatment. I was writhing now; her lips and stroking were a painful, torturous pleasure. She nibbled between my balls at the very root of my cock, then working her way up its hard length, coating my tight skin as she sucked and licked her way up to the crown of my bursting cock. One hand stroked me faster and faster while her other hand rolled and pulled mercilessly at my balls, squeezing and tormenting them. I could feel the remorseless climax rushing upon me as my spunk churned under her fingers as she squeezed and urged the milk from them. I felt it burst out from my balls, drive in a wave up along my cock as it rushed to escape, pushing against the hard grip of her hand, forcing its way to a hard eruption. I cried out as the first blast tore from me - then cried again as I felt her hot mouth clamp over the spurting sensitive head of my cock as she sucked hungrily the remaining shots of come from my very depths. I convulsed as a bewitched man as she drained me of everything that I could give. I fell unconscious with the feeling, as dead I were, and slept the sleep of the saved. Well, me hearties, somehow I had survived, and because of that, I was accepted - was now one of them! No ordinary crew this though, no ordinary captain either. They were they told me, freelancers, but to others, they be pirates! The man with the terrible scar was Cap'n Daggard, a fierce man who ruled with an iron fist. For he had no fist, just an iron hook... I worked hard to earn my keep, to stay alive, stayed out of trouble and learned. We sailed for three months to the far side of the world, to a place few men had been, a terrible place of strange creatures and rich pickings! During this time I learned to fight, to use a sword and cutlass, and to kill. They were hard but good teachers. I would need these skills sooner than I imagined. Two ships we pirated, coming upon them by chance, and here I learned my deadly skills. Maybe I was still a boy, but now I was more a man than most men twice my age, and more than that - I was now a pirate! At the end of the three months sailing, we found the river that be our destination, and we were awestruck! It flowed as if some monstrous animal were lapping its dark brown tongue into the blue of the briny. The men fell silent, joking replaced by suspicion. Aye, we knew we were in a place no man from home had ever been. We sailed down this river, working our way into the forests that closed around us, that held dark mysteries that made even the Cap'n nervous. One poor unfortunate fell overboard and no sooner had he resurfaced, than he began a terrible screaming! Quickly ropes were thrown to him and we hauled him back as his screams died. What we dragged back was only half a man. His body were torn and eaten to sheds from the waist down, where now instead of flesh, bare bones glinted. His screams had died quickly as he was eaten alive by the thrashing monster fish that had ripped him apart in seconds. No man fell overboard again. After that, the crew remained silent, without a doubt, this place was cursed. But the Cap'n drove us onward. Deeper we sailed, deeper into that strange dark jungle until we could sail no more. Cursing, the Cap'n turned the ship, to try another inlet, one with a deeper passage, and this time we saw them. Just shadows on the shore at first. Fleeting shapes that were human. Natives. Then one by one they came out to stand on the river shoreline, staring at us as we stared at them. "Blast and Hell!" "Would you look at that, mates," came the muffled and awed expressions from all fifty men that saw a sight never to be forgotten. The crew lowered their cutlasses as to a man they gawped in wonder. Here were tall women, half-naked, standing openly along that shore without an ounce of shame - brazen and challenging. What our faces were like Gawd only knows, but I knows that my mouth hung open at that sight like a gutted fish! They was all armed, armed to the teeth with spears and bows, but what struck us most, what sent a prickle of unknown fear down my spine if not the men, was that each woman had but one breast! The right breast of each was missing! Only later, much later, when it was too late, did we learn that these were warrior woman who had removed their right breast the better to fight and to loose deadly arrows! The men did not care, drunk at the sight of such nakedness. They neither knew nor cared that these women looked upon men - men such as us - as their right, much as we take women for pleasure in battle, as a prize! The Cap'n tried to urge caution, but the men would here nothing of it, being at sea for three months, they could only sense carnality and pleasure and rushed headlong to their fate. I was as ready to go with them when the cap'n held me back with a hard hand upon my shoulder. I glared angrily at him, lust in my heart, my loins afire, all doubt and fear forgotten in my desire! "You stay here boy, or I'll cut off a part of yee that will forever make you a girl!" The Cap'n never said nothing he didn't mean, so I swallowed my anger and resigned myself to remaining on board. I cursed him then as I bless him now. Just me, the Cap'n and three old sea dogs were left aboard the ship as the men rowed to the shore, whoopin and hollering - to where the devil women waited. They all vanished into the jungle and we were left alone. I sat down, disconsolate at missing such imagined carnality, staring at the jungle that now hid undreamt dreams. One man told me the tale. Told me what happened afore he died. The women had quickly disarmed the men and took them prisoner, stripping them naked. The high priestess went along them, slowly inspecting them, cupping balls and feeling their weight, testing the hardness of cocks - which were all now fully and eagerly erect - with a fierce grip. Then, choosing the prime examples of maleness only, they were led away. Half the crew, the inferior half, were taken to watch as the chosen few were led to a clearing. Here, the warrior women took them one by one, as tied to the ground like pigs, they arousing them to ultimate hardness before then impaling themselves upon the men's desperate erections. They rode the men to climax with cries and screams, as one after the other the women used each man until every one was drained and exhausted and flaccid. Their usefulness finished, they began to slaughter their captives! The others, watching from the side rebelled and fought their way clear, desperate to flee their fate. That were the time I heard the screams. Not the screams of pleasure, but of fear! I jumped to my feet as men burst from the jungle in terror! Some men tried to launch the boat, but others just ran screaming for their lives as hard as they could, diving into the deadly water, forgetting in their fear what lurked within the deadly water, as they were instantly eaten alive by the horror fish that swam there. Maybe they were the lucky ones! Their mates were cut down and dragged off by the marauding women perhaps to a fate far worse than death! We fired musket and ball to defend the men, but the women unleashed their arrows towards us together with small darts they blew from long poles. These thudded into the woodwork all around us like hail from Hell. Outnumbered, the Cap'n gave the order to withdraw, and the few hands that had escaped to the ship or had remained aboard, struggled to hoist sail and depart this dreadful place. We got away but at terrible cost. Every man Jack of us bar me had been hit either by arrow or dart. One by one the men succumbed to the poison, their bodies expanding, their skin bursting, all falling gruesomely dead around me. The Cap'n was the last to go, and I held his fearsome head in my lap while he died, leaving me the last survivor. I dumped their bodies overboard. By then the ship was almost at the estuary with open sea beyond as I desperately helmed her, knowing I could no more sail this ship alone than walk on water. I was a dead as the rest of them, aye, dead. For days I struggled to steer the ship to some safety, until I also succumbed, falling to exhaustion. When I woke, I was in another place, another ship, by luck another Pirate ship! When they asked what became of the crew, as no body could be found, I told them I had tossed them overboard, and I told 'em my terrible tale to guffawing laughter as I tell yee all now, and like you, they laughed! But they did not argue, taking the Cap'ns treasure for their own, they were happy to let me be. But as barnacles grow, it were all true I tell 'ee! As true as I be standin 'ere, aye! That were only the start of me adventures... A Pirate's Tale Charlotte sank down into her chair a little more and brought the pint up to her face to conceal her identity. Her cutting blue eyes followed the man from the door to the bar. His sword hung keenly from his hips, his boots were of worn black leather but were still in great condition. He wore a long, red wool coat with polished gold buttons and his dark wavy hair was pulled back from his face. This man had to be a good 6'3", 6'4". Even though he was in his early 40's, he had the look of a flirty school boy with a mischievous sparkle in his brown eyes. Charlotte grimaced unhappily. He wasn't as grotesque as she thought he would be. "Ah, Captain Rouge!" The saloon keeper beamed a happy, toothless smile. "Fancy you being here! What's yer poison?" Captain Rouge slapped his gloved hand into the bar keepers hand and shook heartily. "Jack, rounds of your finest ale for everyone!" He tossed a handful of gold coins onto the bar top. The saloon burst into cheer. The nerve of that man, she fumed. How could he just waltz in here, and buy a round like that? Did he think that everyone loved the great Jean Rouge, other wise known as Pirate Red John? Charlotte kept her position, peering over her beer, watching the captain. Her eyes full of hatred. A new pint of dark ale was placed on the table in front of Charlotte by a bar wench. Head from the beer spilled over onto the rough table top. "There ya are lassie! Complements of Capt'n Rouge!" Charlotte glanced at the rough looking woman. "Merci," she choked, focusing her attention back to Jean Rouge. The wench stared down on Charlotte for a moment. "If ye don't mind me sayin' so, a bar is no place for a pretty little lass, such as yerself." Charlotte glared at the woman. The last thing Charlotte needed was some bar wench giving her motherly advice. If there was one thing Charlotte could do it was take care of herself. Despite being 5'4", she was quite handy with a blade and knife. Rough and despicable company did not phase her one bit. "I do mind you saying so. Piss off." Charlotte said dryly. The wench looked surprised. She tongued her one front tooth, "well I never," and walked away. A younger man walked through the saloon doors and made his way over to Charlotte's table. "Captain LeDoux," he said with a strong french accent, "Charlotte, I hear that Red John is here in St. Lucia!" The man sat down next to Charlotte. "I know, Martin," Charlotte pointed at Captain Rouge. Martin followed Charlotte's finger and his eyes grew wide. "Oh." "He's been here for a little while...bought a round of drinks for everyone." "Damn, et I messed it!" Martin shook his head. Martin Bourge was Charlotte's first mate. She shot him a dirty look. He noticed and smiled. "What? The least I could do iz get a drink off of that bastard!" Martin was also Charlotte's most trusted friend. "You need to have more fun, Charlotte." Charlotte scowled her pretty face. "I'll have fun when Rouge is dead." She pushed Martin the pint the wench had just brought her. He grabbed the mug and slammed the beer in less than 30 seconds. Froth clung to his lip and scragly facial hair, which he liked to refer to a mustache. "Thirsty?" Charlotte grinned but her eyes never left Rouge. As if he could feel her eyes piercing his body, Jean Rouge looked towards Charlotte. Her heart skipped a beat. Rouge smiled slyly at her and got another pint of beer. Then Charlotte's worst nightmare started coming true. Rouge was walking over to her table! Her eyes narrowed to angry slits as he came closer. She noticed how he seemed to strut over, like he thought he was God's gift. Suddenly, Charlotte had an idea. She knew that nobody but Martin knew her in this port. "Martin, ignore everything I am about to say." "Eh?" Martin looked at her. Charlotte's demeanor changed suddenly. She sat up in her chair. Her eyes began to sparkle, and it was the first time that Martin had ever seen her show her teeth when she smiled. They were bright white. He scratched his head. "Hello there," Rouge called to Charlotte. He was a very handsome man. Charlotte batted her eye lashes coyly. "Hi." Rouge grabbed a chair with his foot and kicked it next to her. "Mind if I sit down?" His face was rugged with a five o'clock shadow that looked more to be 8 o'clock. Charlotte smiled. "Please, sit." Rouge sat down next to her and handed her the beer, the whole while looking at Martin. "Who's this guy?" Martin opened his mouth to speak, but Charlotte was faster. "He's my employee, Jacques." Why was she acting so strange, Martin thought. She was acting like she actually LIKED this bastard. Rouge turned to Charlotte, "and what might your name be?" He spoke softly with his face just a few inches from hers. His breathe was sweet, like cloves. "Marie, Marie Bareaux." She couldn't believe she was sitting so close to her mortal enemy. But it was clear to her that her plan would work. "Marie," Rouge purred. "Do you know who I am?" The nerve of this arrogant bastard. "You are Capitain Red John, are you not?" Rouge smiled, impressed with himself that this pretty young girl knew his name. "Yes, I am. What brings a beautiful little girl like you into a hell hole such as this?" Charlotte took a long drink of the beer. "I am a trader, and it is my business to know what people such as these want." Rouge nodded. He eyed Charlotte up and down quickly. Her brown curly hair hung to the middle of her back. She was dressed in men's breeches and clothing, but only Charlotte could pull it off in such a way that made men's minds turn to the gutter. Rouge noticed that Charlotte's mug was empty. He bought another round for her and Martin, thinking that he might could get Charlotte drunk and she'd be at his mercy. What he didn't know is that she could put beer away as well as any man, if not better. Several rounds later, Charlotte was sitting in Rouge's lap and Martin was about to pass out. Charlotte looked at Martin, "Don't you have somewhere you need to be?" By this time, Martin started understanding what Charlotte planned on doing, even in his drunken stooper. "Oui." He stood up, faltering a little. "I will be back at the...uh...you know." He waved his hand and left. Rouge was kissing Charlotte on the neck. He was close to being drunk himself. "Would you be so kind," he kissed her neck. "To accompany me," Rouge kissed her chin. "Back to my room," he touched his lips gently to hers. Charlotte opened her mouth slightly and touched her tongue to his. She opened her eyes, and saw that his were shut. Charlotte was far from drunk, and was ready to set the hook. She kissed him deeply. Revenge would be hers tonight.