The sun hung low in the sky, it's amber light echoed on the sea. The sky's clouds were thick and overcast, the sun illuminating them, tinting the sky a deep orange. A small shoddy vessel that appears all too out of place on this serene day sails towards the horizon. It's sails are frayed, the wood rots and the decks are stained with whatever the crewmen happened to spill and not clean themselves. The captain of a ship is entitled to man the helm, steer the ship, and watch his crew. Vincent Blackwater was not a very good captain, his leather cuffed boots were propped upon the wheel and his ragged tricorne hat fell over his eyes. Draped around him was his most prized possession, his coat. The coat was a fantastic piece of cloth, it was in fact commandeered with this ship, the same day as Vincent's first successful piracy attempt. The shoulders were adorned with the insignia of Admiral, though any self respecting admiral would have taken much better care of this jacket, luckily for Mr. Blackwater, he simply pretends to be one. 
While the captain sleeps his crew celebrates their most recent haul. Often times they will pillage food, tobacco, sometimes even just sugarcane, and if they were lucky they'd find a ship carrying rum. Though today was the dream for all pirates. Today they looted a ship hauling jewelry, precious metals and the like. There was enough gold and emeralds for the entire crew to retire happily. And so they drank. They drank until their sea sickness returned, then they drank until it was gone. Among the party was Monty, the youngest member of the crew, he was forbidden to drink. "You're much too young," Admiral Blackwater would say, despite that the boy was nearly of eighteen years old, "but not only that, it's good to have sober eyes on the ship." Monty huffed as the crew made jumping fools of themselves. His small frame lean upon the starboard and he gazed out the porthole. His eyes widened, a ship was coming upon them fast. He rushed to the helm of the ship where the admiral slept. Assuming a lazy salute he shouted "Admiral Blackwater! Monty Grox reporting for duty!" The alarmed Blackwater fell from his chair, his feet kicked the wheel into a full spin. After a bit of stumbling and fumbling he finally got his sea legs back and brushed himself off, grabbing the spinning wheel, and looked toward the bow of the ship as if he were sailing it the entire time.
"What seems to be the problem, Private Grox?"
"Well," he started rather sarcastically, "There appears to be a ship following us."
Vincent took a quick glance as if not even paying attention. 
"So there seems to be. Drop anchor." Monty was taken aback by the statement. 
"Drop... Anchor?"
"Yes, that ship is Rose's Thorn, she's much faster than our dear Mermaid's Mammary. So, we might as well allow them catch us, fight them on our terms. With our crew there's no way she could take us." Vincent smirked proudly.
"Sir, the entire crew is below deck in a horribly drunken stupor."
"Yes, they would be after today's haul, very well. New plan, drop anchor! We'll have to have our wits about us, Monty. It's just you and me against those savages."
"Aye, sir." Monty says, lacking the same luster his admiral seems to be able to muster.

The Rose's Thorn skips across the water, her sails are pristine and adorned with a skull crossed by two roses. The decks are spotless, but just to be sure there's always someone on mop duty.  The captain of a ship is entitled to man the helm, steer the ship, and watch his crew. Briar Rose is a fantastic captain and as regards to 'manning the helm' and 'his crew' she tends to despise such misogynistic views of the seafaring world. She stands at her wheel, expertly compensating for the wind in her steering, her perfectly pressed coat is adorned with many lavish embroideries, her frilled crimson hair was topped with a lavish and expensive hat, a large white feather plumed from it's brim. The many gold rings that adorned her fingers clacked against the wooden wheel of the ship as she turned. 
"C-captain! They've slowed to a stop and I believe they've, uhm, dropped anchor," Slurry announced in his usual nervous tone. Slurry was a tall, lanky and a bit sweaty. His best friend Dredge was not too far behind him.
"Sir, I mean, er... Ma'am. Are you sure you want to go up against Blackwater? I mean, last time you two met he did seem to well... best you." Dredge prodded his stubby fingers together. He was the opposite of Slurry, he was short, a bit on the heavy side and his beard was full and thick.
"He won't be a problem this time," Rose smirked.
The as the Rose's Thorn pulled aside the Mermaid's Mammary, it's large and lavish appearance put Vincent's ship to shame. He smiled as Briar Rose laid a boarding plank from her ship to his, a hand firmly grasping the scabbard of his rapier.
"Admiral Blackwater, surely you can't be serious about letting her board. Don't you remember the last time? I just..." Monty stopped, his face turned slight rose color as his mind bombarded him with memories.
"Relax Private Grox, she's after the treasure this time around, not your prime cut, nubile arse." He chuckled, giving his first mate a light smack on the bottom. 
"That's what you said last time." Monty's eye twitched as Briar Rose stepped across to Vincent's ship. Her high heeled, buckled boots clacking on his deck as she turned towards them. 
"Am I interrupting some guy talk, boys?" She placed a hand on her hip, her voice was confident and taunting as always.
"As you do everytime you speak, 'tis only how things work in your line of felonious work," Vincent's lips curled up as he spoke, his voice calm and sarcastic as always.
"An insult to my gender? Draw your blade, Blackwater. I will put you in your place." Rose pulled her own rapier from her scabbard, the blade was a gorgeous thing. It's gold entwined hilt was caged by a guard that looked as a rose stem, the pommel adorning a perfectly crafted rose made of ruby shards.
"Put me in my place? Oh, heavens. It appears you have already forgotten our last duel." Vincent pulled his rapier from his scabbard, the blade was a simple one. It's ebony, leather bound hilt was caged by a simple brass design, the pommel was a simple sphere of brass used merely to add balance to the blade.
"Your dirty tricks will find no place in this duel," Rose thrusted her blade forward towards Vincent's chest, his lazy stance parried the feeble attempt on his life.
"Dirty tricks?" He steps to her side, his sword clashing with hers as he walks, I believe you've mispronounced strategy."
"And I believe you've been slacking in your swordplay and must resort to childish pranks to win. One who acts as you do has no place fighting a woman of my calibur." Her words pierced just as deftly as her sword. Though, Vincent's calm demeanor parried her blows just as his sword parried her physical attacks.
"And yet here we stand, our blades mingling with one another as equals, tell me again, what exactly is the calibur at which you stand above me?" He steps forward, the point of his blade causing Rose to step back, with that opening her blade lashing out towards him. Their blades rest just under each other's chin.
"It would seem it is not only our blades that lie as equals," Briar Rose's blue eyes meet with Vincent's as a smile crawls across her face.
"Well, that goes without saying, draw?" Vincent's smug smirk wipes across his face.
"Draw." The two pirates lower their blades to their scabbards. "Shall we head to my ship to handle the negotiations of our mutual surrender then?" Rose's hand beckons to her boarding plank. Vincent turned towards his first mate.
"Monty, you're our ace in the hole, I promise you'll stay out of the fire as long as her negotiations don't get too out of hand." He gave the boy a wink.
"Captain, what you two do isn't even negotiating. Besides, it always gets out of hand." Monty heaved a sigh.
"We'll see, we'll see." He turned back towards the lovely Briar Rose, "Lead the way." Vincent says nonchalantly as she turns and walks toward her ship Vincent in tow. Her crew whispers among themselves as the two walk in tandem towards Briar Rose's chambers.
Rose opened the large wooden doors to her lavish office and allowed Vincent to step onto the embroidered rug that laid on the floor at it's corner a large globe with a golden cage, the chairs were a rich red leather, a number of books lined the shelves, beside that a grandfather clock ticked. A large mahogany desk sat in the center under a rose inspired stained glass lamp that hung by a golden chain from the ceiling. She closed the doors behind her and with a lustful voice said, "Now... get negotiating."

"We split the treasure, eighty-twenty." Briar Rose stepped towards the man before her with the look of a predator hunting it's prey. She tossed her hat to the floor.
"Not a chance." she said as he smirked, stepping away.
"Seventy-Thirty? That's good for me too." His voice did not waver as he had backed himself into the desk that laid in the middle of the room.
"Try ninety-ten, in my favor." her legs carried on towards his person, her ringed fingers laid gently upon his chest.
"Now, that's hardly fair, I was the one who found it." Rose's hand slithers down his shirt, caressing every inch it touches before sliding deep into the front of his pants. "I guess I could go as low as sixty-forty." Vincent's expression nearly unchanged as he speaks. Rose raises an eyebrow, as her fingers wrap slyly around his cock, the cold metal adding a sublime sensation through Vincent's nethereigon. 
"I'll accept no less than eighty-twenty." Rose's hand tightens around his now hard shaft.
"Eighty-twenty? Very well, I'll just be back to my ship and get you your twenty percent." Vincent smugly claimed before Rose's free hand pressed his shoulder firmly down the the desk behind him.
"Not so fast Blackwater," pulling her hand from his trousers and shifting the waistband down just enough that his engorged member sprang out, the tip glistening with precum in the feigning light. "How about a counter offer?" She tipped his hat off to the floor as she kneeled before his cock, giving the bottom of the tip a quick lick before speaking again, "I'll drop it to sixty-forty if you can last more than fifteen minutes." Vincent's smug face twisted to a more thoughtful look.
"You got yourself a wager," Without a second more of hearing his agreement, Rose's lips wrapped around his head, sucking out whatever precum may be left. Vincent's head falls back, landing a bit too sharply on the desk. His hands grasp the edge of the desk firmly as Rose moves down the underside of his shaft. 
"Spread your legs," Rose said commanding, even in times like this her commanding voice never faltered. Vincent not saying a word, complied, as he took a light step to either side. The many rings upon her fingers roll as she strokes his member while she lightly flicks the base of his shaft with her tongue. Vincent's eyes roll across the room to the large grandfather clock in the corner, barely five minutes have passed, but he worries not. He turned his attention to the curly red hair that waves behind his cock like an aura as Briar Rose slides her tongue up the side, pursing her lips at it's tip. "Hold my hair," Blackwater complies once more, pulling her hair back and holding it tightly behind her head. It is her ship after all, one must respect a captain. She gives him a quick smile before wrapping her mouth around his head, slowly she goes down deeper, her tongue massaging the underside as she does. As her hand moves down, it opens one finger at a time until only her index finger and thumb remain around his shaft, her lips following close behind. Her mouth tightens as she begins sucking, gently at first, relentlessly after a while. Slowly she pulls away, prying her lips away from his cock. Her eyes glance to the clock, only five minutes remain. Thinking fast she wraps her lips around his member once more and dives deep into it and pulls up with the same speed, her neck waves like the ocean as her mouth glides up and down his shaft.  Vincent lets out a groan as his fingers turn red while gripping the table's edge. He couldn't help but smile as the fiery headed goddess bobbed her head on his cock. He felt his semen rising and he tightened his groin and his eyes were held shut, he thought he would surely lose this wager until suddenly, she stopped. Briar Rose pulled herself from Vincent's member, and gazed at the clock, now showing fifteen minutes since their wager started. Vincent heaved a sigh of relief a bit of cum dripped from his shaft. "Now, how about my counter offer?" Vincent said as he pulled himself up from the desk, smugly smiling as he began unbuttoning Rose's blouse.
Briar's hand quickly grabbed Vincent's hand, contorting it to show Vincent who was in charge. She twisted his arm down and away, forcing him to fall to a knee. 
"Your hand will not stray again, I hope." Briar Rose's eyebrow raised as she spoke in her calm, demanding demeanor, "And it would appear you are in no position to be making an offer yourself." Vincent smirk through the pain. 
"I'll tell you what," she continued, "Clearly you and your first mate can't be my only source of entertainment. So, should you find my other source of pleasure hidden about this room, I'll let you leave with your hand and forty percent. Do we have a deal?" Vincent merely nodded, his throat was stopped by the pain searing through his entire arm. "Good. You have fifteen minutes, go." Vincent scrambled to his feet, his calm smile never leaving his face. 
"You're cute when you're commanding." He said as quick jest towards the stern woman that watching him move about the room. 
"Fine, ten minutes now." She said, while continuing to open her blouse, "With a bit of a distraction." Her slender fingers sensually unbuttoning each clasp until her pale extravagant breasts poured out above her corset. 
Vincent took a minute to admire the captain's physique before continuing to look for her prized possession. 
"No no, don't stop," He said as he began inspecting the drawers in the desk, "I enjoy the challenge." his hands tossing item after item over his shoulder as searched. 
"Oh, do you now?" she strutted over to the desk and placed her heeled boot onto the desk, slowly peeling it off her foot. Briar Rose smirked as she watched color fill Vincent's face. Her previous encounters with the man had proven that he had a bit of a weakness to feet. With a gulp he turned back to the drawer. 
"It's not here." Flustered he turned away, moving towards the grandfather clock. "Was time a clue?" He tried not to think about Rose's willowy feet, alas his eyes often glanced back as Rose dropped her last boot to the floor and began massaging her foot on the desk. 
"Oh, but you do fancy the legs too, don't you?" Briar looked upon at the tight slacks that hugged her legs, "My my it's a bit too hot in here." her fingers quickly undid her belt, sliding her slacks off her thick thighs. Vincent's face had left the clock entirely, though it's time showed he had but a few minutes left. His eyes had fallen upon the fiery red bush that adorned Briar's crotch, perfectly trimmed and lying between her gorgeous legs. She walked over to him, laying a hand upon his chest, another atop the golden frame of the globe, "Give up?" she said with a darkly sexual voice. Vincent hung his head accepting defeat as Rose's hand clicked a lever upon the globe. The orbed earth split at the equator, opening to reveal a lavish velvet lined case. In the center, upon it's own pillow, sat a glass phallus. Inside it were a number of brass cogs and small pistons. The bottom housed a larger cog, a few turns would wind the entire mechanism, causing quite a bit of commotion within. 
"Of course the globe," Vincent smacked a palm to his forehead, Briar quickly snatched Vincent's hand once more and began twisting it. 
"A deal's a deal, I take my ninety percent and you lose your hand."
"Wait, wait, wait." Vincent pleaded, "Surely you don't wish to take away the only thing to give me pleasure while not being boarding by you." 
"You're right, that would be quite a shame. So, what do you propose?" she inquired, releasing his hand.
"One final wager," He smirked, stepping closer. His still erect penis held between his fingertips. "Double or nothing, I finish first, you get all the treasure, you finish first, and I get all the treasure, hm?"
"For double or nothing there must be more than just the treasure, Mr. Blackwater." She scoffed.
"Oh, right silly me. Monty." The name ignited a spark in Briar Rose's eyes. 
"Oh, my I'll take that deal." She pressed his shoulder to the ground, "But there's no way I'm letting you have the upper hand."
Her hand grasped his cock and slipped it into her vagina. She thrusted over him her breasts bouncing among his face. Her hands grasped his wrists forcefully holding him down as her knees rocked, making a rhythmic knocking noise throughout the ship. Her screams of pleasure were not hushed like Vincent, who was gasping for air, not able to make a sound. Rose's voice echoed throughout the ship. Blackwater's hand moved up to grasp Briar's gorgeous breast, to which she slammed his hand back down, "Not until I say, hun." Vincent nearly cringed at the thought of being called that, his slighted rage at the matter caused him to push her wrists up, tossing her on her back. Her hands still gripping his wrists, he moved his hands above her head, his thrusts were double the speed of Briar's gentle rocking. His mouth instinctively wrapped itself around the side of her neck, like an animal going for the jugular. He bit, and sucked as if he were a vampire. Briar's screams grew louder, her frizzed hair tickling Vincent's hands as her head pushed back. Rose's legs wrapped around his waist as her hands released his and wrapped around his neck. As she pulled herself up, matching the speed of his thrusts she pulled his face into her voluptuous breasts. The hilts of their rapiers clashed, chiming with their thrusts. Their speed stayed steady and their heartbeats grew quick. After what felt like only a few minutes, Briar Rose let out a heavenly howl and Vincent Blackwater gasped for air as his seed pumped deeply into Briar Rose. They both collapsed to the floor, gasping for breath. 
"It would appear we have another draw on our hands." Vincent said after he had caught his breath.
"It would appear that way, wouldn't it?" Briar said, almost expecting it to end as it did. 
"Then, I'll claim my fifty percent, you claim your fifty percent and I'll take my double prize. Come on, let's get into character." Vincent quickly pulled up his pants and grabbed his hat from the ground as Briar slipped on her pants and boots, hoisting up her blouse. He quickly snatched Briar's clockwork phallus and stuffed in in his coat pocket as he bolted out the door, turning towards the door, his rapier at the ready. 
"You conniving minx, another draw. What exactly is your secret?" Briar emerged from the door, her rose inlayed rapier pointed towards Blackwater.
"You bastardous spittle-snipe, this tie was another of your dirty tricks." She motioned downward with her sword, "Now stifle your blade and let me collect my fifty percent." With a sigh he set his rapier back into it's scabbard.
"Aye, a deals a deal. Come to my ship and collect your winnings." He motioned her crew towards the boarding plank. "I'll be keeping high alert of my inventory, so make sure you only take fifty percent, or I'll have your heads." Her crew stood still as he gave their orders. 
"You don't get to boss my crew, you're not the captain of this ship." Briar Rose turned towards her crew, and in a devilishly commanding voice bellowed, "Board his ship. Take only the fifty we were promised. Or I'll have your heads." Her crew quickly shuffled onto the Mermaid's Mammary whispering amongst themselves.
"Those two never stop fighting do they?" Dredge said to his lanky friend. 
"It would seem not, did you hear all the ruckus from her chambers? Sounded like a warzone." Slurry responded.
"Shall I take my prize then?" Briar inquired of Blackwater.
"I don't see why not, I already took mine," He reached into his coat pocket and flashed her glass phallus.
"Not a matter, I shan't be needing it, with my prize." She followed her crew to the ship, Blackwater close behind. The young Monty looked to his admiral in terror. 
"Why sir?" He pleaded as Briar seized his arm dragging him off the ship.
"What can I say? You make a great bargaining chip. We almost kept all the treasure." He shrugged as his first mate was dragged away. 
"I'm never returning to your ship again," Monty pouted at Blackwater.
"Fair enough and a half, you can stay with her," Vincent smirked.
"Oh, Gods, no. Please, please find her again," the first mate said nearly in tears.
"Of course Monty." He shouted, as his first mate was now on the Rose's Thorn. "I'll always come back for you!" He placed his hands about his hips and looked around his ship, the rest of Briar's crew had shuffled off. "Who's going to be my first mate?"
The sun had set, the stars shimmered in the night sky, floating among the crescent moon. The Rose's Thorn and Mermaid's Mammary went their separate ways, destined to meet again.
Vincent's crew had all passed out already, tired from their drunken stupor. Their snores echoed amongst the ship, knowing not of the treasure they had lost nor that there was ever an altercation with the infamous Briar Rose. He did not envy their hangovers they would surely have when they awoke. The ship was quiet, often at times like this Vincent would converse with his first mate, the 'great bargaining chip' so to speak. He heaved a sigh as he slumped himself at the wheel closing his weary eyes, a devilish smile creaked across his face, not because of his recent haul, though halved as it were, nor in jest with the headaches his crew would have in the morning, but because of his most recent encounter with the infamous Briar Rose.  
Briar's crew was just starting their celebrations of their recent haul from the infamous Vincent Blackwater. The Rose's Thorn was known for it's parties, the port cities all knew the lavish ship. The crew would lay the boarding plank and dance and be merry on the deck. Briar Rose wore a dress for two occasions, funerals and parties. The latter being a of more seductive style. Women would join her, get drunk among the men and caress each other. Though these women were no temptresses like Briar Rose, they were safe from the prying hands of the drunken crew. Briar held up a strict no touching policy, violators will be killed and dumped overboard immediately. There was only ever one incident, needless to say, her crew has abided by that law ever since. Briar's party was to be had at the closest port town. As she pulled into the docks a smile creaked across her face, not because of her most recent haul, halved as it were, nor for the party she was soon to attend at the port, but because of her most recent encounter with the infamous Vincent Blackwater.