Lust of the Pirates

by Callista Hawkes

  Continue

  The rays of dawn wake you from your slumber the next morning. You glance down at Abigail, her body moulded against yours, her head resting on your chest. The beautiful brunette stirs, her eyes flicking open and meeting your gaze.

  “And I thought you were a gentleman.” She murmurs drowsily.

  “I am.” You grin. “I just couldn’t face another night in that damn hammock.” She chuckles and climbs from the bed, pulling her clothes on and blushing shyly as you shamelessly watch.

  All too soon, you are entering the bay at Nassau. You drop anchor and escort Abigail to Tia’s brothel. She glances fearfully about her as you walk the narrow streets of the town, pirates and cutthroats all around you.

  “I’m afraid this is where we part ways.” You tell her as you push open the brothel door. Abigail’s eyes widen as she sees the roomful of scantily clad whores brazenly flaunting their wares. “The madam, Tia owns this place,” You continue as you make your way across the room and lead her upstairs to Tia’s room, “She’ll look after you until the ransom is paid.”

  “I’d rather stay with you.” She replies nervously.

  “A ship is no place for a lady, miss.” You frown, guilt clawing at your soul. You push open the door and Tia beams at you from within.

  “You have her!” She smiles, clicking her fingers.

  “As promised.” You reply as two of her burlier girls appear and lead Abigail to another room. Abigail throws you one last frightened glance before she disappears from your sight.

  “And she remained unmolested by your crew?” Tia asks.

  “You have my word on that.” You grin, relieved she put the question that particular way.

  “Excellent Captain.” She smiles. “She will command a high ransom from her father.” You glance guiltily at the door Abigail was dragged through. “She will be well treated.” Tia adds intuitively. “You have my oath on that.”

  “I care not.” You lie with a nonchalant shrug. “I was just waiting for you to fulfil your end of the bargain.” Tia looks at you curiously and you feel as though she sees right through you.

  “I have not forgotten Captain.” Tia replies, reaching into a cupboard, pulling out a rolled up map and unfurling it before you. “The island we seek is located here.” She tells you, pointing a slender finger to a remote island to the east of the Bahamas.

  “Not far.” You murmur. “With favourable weather, we might be there in days.”

  “So what next?” Tia asks.

  If you already have the map and the key stone, press here

  If you still require the map, press here

  If you still require the key stone, press here

  “I’ll retrieve the key stone next.” You tell Tia.

  “Good.” She smiles. “The Spanish had obtained it from the Mayan savages not long after they lost sight of the treasure ship. They didn’t understand what it was at the time and sent it back on a Galleon to Spain, a curio for the King.” Tia rummages in a cupboard and pulls out a map of the Caribbean. “Fortunately for us, the Galleon never made it, running into a reef and foundering here.” She taps a slender finger on the map on a position a day or so north of Nassau. “The wreck of the Galleon is in relatively shallow waters and you should be able to dive and retrieve it from the hold.”

  “What does it look like?” You ask her.

  “It is an oblong of carved stone perhaps eight inches long.” She replies, rolling the map up and putting it back in the cupboard. “Its sides are grooved and pitted and marry up with the arcane locking mechanism of Mayan vaults. The Mayans smashed most of the key stones to prevent their gold falling into the hands of the Spanish. Only this one was ever found intact.”

  “Very well. I’ll set sail immediately.” You tell Tia.

  “Good luck Captain.” She smiles as you leave.

  A few hours later, you are underway, the Nemesis leaving Nassau and bearing north. With the winds in your favour, you make good progress. Soon the sky darkens as night falls. You watch the sun drop below the horizon to the west leaving a fading orange smudge before calling out to Sykes.

  “I shall retire for the evening, Mr Sykes.” You tell him.

  “Aye Captain.” He nods, taking the wheel. “I’ll let you know if there is any cause for alarm.”

  “Much obliged.” You nod, removing your tri-cornered hat and mopping your brow. “Good night Sykes.”

  “Night Cap’n.” You descend the steps to the main deck and are about to enter your cabin beneath the quarterdeck when you pause, a strange sound reaching your ear. You listen, a deep groaning followed by a low feminine moan of pleasure drifting up from the gun deck below.

  Investigate the sounds

  Ignore the sounds and go to bed

  You smile to yourself. It sounds as though Anne has found someone to sate her famously insatiable sexual appetite, so no need for you to intrude. Besides, you sense you will have your own opportunity with the beautiful Irish redhead soon enough. You push open the cabin door and throw yourself down on the bed where you drift off to a restless sleep, your dreams haunted by visions of the fiery redhead entering your cabin, seductively stripping off and performing all manner of pleasurable acts upon you.

  Continue

  By late afternoon the next day, you reach the location of the wreck, navigating cautiously around the reef to ensure you don’t befall the same fate as the Spanish galleon more than a century earlier.

  “Wreck sighted below Captain!” One of the crew calls out, leaning over the side.

  “Drop anchor!” You shout before joining the crewman.

  “Aye, there she lies.” Sykes grins, gazing into the clear waters at the skeletal remains of the galleon. It looks so close to the surface that you could reach through and touch it.

  “So near but so far.” You grumble.

  “She’ll lie deeper than she looks, sir.” Sykes reminds you.

  “I know that.” You snap. “Ready the diving bell.”

  You watch as the huge iron bell is swung out over the starboard side, the ship tilting slightly with the cantilever. It is lowered into the water with a splash, the diving bell sinking swiftly below the surface from the winch above. Stripping off to just your breeches, you climb over the side and gaze down at the wreck beneath.

  “You’re sure you want to do this yourself Captain?” Sykes asks. “Why not send one of the other lads?”

  “You implying I’m too old for a quick dip in the sea?” You grin. “Perhaps you think I lack the stamina.”

  “I doubt that’s the case.” Anne chimes in, a half smile playing on her lips as her gaze lingers on your exposed chest. You give her a playful wink and dive headfirst over the side. The cool waters engulf you as you sink deep below the depths, following the rope of the diving bell down to the dark shape hovering above the wreck. You can feel the pressure building up in your ears and pinch your nose to alleviate it. Shoals of brightly coloured tropical fish dart away almost as one as you disturb them. Far below, you can see the sun dappled seabed, the sandy surface interspersed with brightly coloured coral and pieces of rotting debris from the wreck. Your hands reach the cold iron bell and you swim down past it, pulling yourself through its open underside and into the pocket of air within. You breathe deeply before ducking your head back into the water and swimming hard for the wreck. The shattered hull looms large and you pull yourself through a jagged rent in the port side flank. While the interior of the hull is darkened, sunbeams shine through several holes, giving you sufficient light to see. You glance about you at the remains of the smashed hold, the deck covered in pieces of debris and teeming with barnacles and anemones. A glimmer catches your eye to one side. Gold! A chest of gold bullion! It is just the other side of the distorted frame of a doorway. The gap is narrow, but you can easily squeeze through. You shake your head. You are diving for a bigger prize, but that gold could keep you afloat for months if Tia’s Mayan treasure hunt turns out to be a fool’s errand.

  R
etrieve the gold

  Continue your search for the key stone

  What’s the old adage, ‘A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush’? You’re not about to abandon a chest full of gold for some old rock. You eagerly swim towards the narrow opening, turning sideways to fit through it. You easily pass through it and examine the contents of the chest. Gold doubloons! You grab a couple of handfuls and shove them in your pockets before turning to leave. You’ll leave them inside the diving bell and come back for the rest. You squeeze back through the narrow opening, wincing as you catch yourself on a long nail protruding from the shattered timber frame. You clamp a hand over the wound, the water turning red as it bleeds. Just a scratch - you’ll live. You swim back out of the hull and strike upwards towards the diving bell, the air in your lungs all but expended. You see movement out of the corner of your eye and turn your head just in time to see the gaping maw of a shark, rows of razor sharp teeth glinting. Bubbles pour from your lips as the predator clamps down, its teeth sinking into your torso. Your mouth fills with a mixture of seawater and blood and you mercifully drown before the shark devours you.

  THE END

  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  You remind yourself that you are here for the key stone. The gold has laid in this wreck for over a century. It’s not going anywhere soon. Besides, you can always retrieve it later. Reluctantly, you turn your attention to the rest of the hold. You search the shadowy interior of the wreck, conscious that you will soon need another lungful of air from the diving bell. You rifle through the debris, finding only more debris beneath. It’s like looking for a needle in a haystack. You find yourself wondering if the key stone might have spilled out of the ship and is buried under the shifting sands of the seabed. Perhaps Tia’s information is wrong and the key stone was never even on this galleon. You turn to leave, your lungs burning with a desperate need for air when you spot a strange looking oblong of stone, strangely untouched by sea life. You swim down and reach for it, the stone very smooth to the touch, almost like polished marble. It has several deep grooves and pits in each face, matching Tia’s description of the key stone. Your air all but exhausted, you pull yourself back through the hole in the side of the hull and swim for the diving bell. Your lungs burn painfully as you near the dark shape of the bell. Just as you reach it, it suddenly drops, plunging to the sea bed, the muffled concussion of the impact reaching your ears. You grimace, cursing the ineptitude of the lubbers you call crew. You glance up at the shimmering surface of the water far above. Your lungs are already burning from lack of air and the surface is a long way away. You glance down at the cloud of disturbed sand around the fallen diving bell. It is still upright and much closer than the surface.

  Swim for the surface

  Swim for the diving bell

  You swim down towards the sea bed and the diving bell, your lungs heaving as they try to draw air into your body. You reach it, digging your hands through the sand beneath the rim and anchoring your feet into the seabed as you try to pull it up. The huge iron bell is just too heavy and even as you strain every sinew, it does not move. Panic overwhelms you as you abandon the diving bell and strike up towards the surface, knowing you will never make it. You are still far short of the shimmering surface when your vision fades and sea water floods your lungs.

  THE END

  Go back a few moments and rethink your actions

  You swim hard for the surface, praying your own buoyancy will help you reach the surface before you drown. Your lungs scream with a desperate need to inhale and you fight the reflex with every fibre of your being. You can see the shimmering surface not far above, the dark ellipse of the keel of the Nemesis looming ever closer. You’re nearly there, but with each passing moment, your vision darkens, panic threatening to overwhelm you. You grit your teeth, fighting to keep conscious. For a moment, you feel as though you are lost, fated to lie forever in a watery grave, but just as your vision fades to black, you feel lips pressed against yours, air forced into your lungs. Your vision returns and your eyes widen as you gaze into the striking, almost otherworldly violet eyes of a beautiful woman. She smiles, her long, bright red hair swirling about her in the currents and eddies of the sea. She pulls away and you start as you realise she is naked, her breasts swaying before you. As your gaze drops to her waist, you momentarily forget that you are underwater and cry out, salty water flooding your mouth. The fair skin of her narrow waist gives way to silvery-grey scales, her lower half a fish’s tail with broad fins at the tip. She laughs at your reaction, a stream of bubbles floating upwards from her mouth. She takes your hand and with a powerful swish of her tail, you are propelled through the water at speed. You gaze in wonder about you as coral reefs teeming with brightly coloured fish streak past you. You see a rock face looming before you and the mermaid drags you on through the yawning mouth of an underwater cavern. Once inside, she pulls you upwards through the darkness and you see the churning surface of the water above. You burst through and take a deep lungful of air before looking about you. You find yourself inside an underwater cave, the rocky ceiling arching high overhead. There seems to be quartz or some other similar crystal imbedded in the rocky walls that seems to give off a greenish glow, illuminating the cavern. You swim over to a small outcrop to one side of the cavern, pulling yourself up onto the edge. Exhausted, your chest heaves as you catch your breath. The mermaid is nowhere to be seen and you wonder if she was just a figment of your imagination. Abruptly, her head bursts through the water just in front of you, startling you. Her long red hair is plastered to the sides of her head and the tops of her shoulders. She smiles broadly at you, her generous breasts floating just beneath the surface of the water.

  “You saved my life.” You tell her. “Thank you.” She smiles her eyes glinting in the dim light of the grotto. “I always thought of mermaids as wishful thinking by lustful sailors.” You chuckle. “But here you are, more beautiful than any finely carved figurehead or artistic flourish on a map.” She nods, but remains silent. You raise an eyebrow. Clearly she understands you, but is unable to speak. “Beautiful but silent eh,” You chuckle, “Many a man’s dream. What now then?” Her hands reach for your breeches and her fingers deftly unbutton them. “Oh!” You grin, lifting your hips as she tugs them down into the water, pulling them off and tossing them onto the outcrop beside you. She eases your legs open and gazes captivated at your rapidly hardening cock as it traces an arc up the inside of your thigh. She rises higher out of the water as she draws closer, the soft, warm flesh of her breasts crushed against the insides of your thighs. She tears her gaze from the straining tip of your cock and her violet eyes meet yours. She raises an eyebrow questioningly, a playful smile on her lips.

  Suggest she uses her mouth

  Guide your cock between her breasts

  You lean forward and press your hardened cock into her cleavage. The mermaid’s smile widens and she presses her breasts together, trapping your cock between her soft fleshy mounds. Beads of seawater trickle down her generous curves, the nipples hard and erect. As she begins to slide them up and down, you let out a low moan of pleasure. Her skin seems smoother than a normal woman’s, her soft, warm cleavage gliding easily up and down your length.

  “Damn, that feels good.” You gasp, your eyes fixed on the straining, bulbous head of your cock emerging from her magnificent cleavage on every upstroke. You are struck by how surreal this all is: To be rescued by a beautiful mermaid who seems intent on pleasuring you. Your grip tightens on the edge of the rocky outcrop and you let out a low groan. Her violet eyes glint in the greenish tinged gloom, clearly enjoying your reaction. You can feel the tension building in your balls as you luxuriate in the wonderful sight and sensation of the mermaid enthusiastically bouncing her breasts up and down, biting softly on her lower lip as she seems to will you towards your climax.

  “You keep on like that, I’ll be giving you a pearl necklace for your trouble.” You warn her. Her gaze flicks up to meet yours a
nd she smiles sexily, suggesting that would be far from disagreeable. She cranes her head forward and her tongue flicks out, lapping across the tip of your cock on the upstroke. You groan with pleasure, her tongue hot and moist against the taut skin of the head. The pressure continues to build in your loins as she continues to tease you with her tongue, swirling it around the straining crown each time it emerges from between her generous breasts. Just as you close in on your climax, she abruptly pulls away. Your groan of frustration echoes off the walls of the cavern. As she bobs in the water before you, she smiles coyly before with a powerful thrust of her tail, she propels herself out of the water and onto the outcrop next to you. She rolls onto her back, her eyes glinting mischievously as she beckons you to sit astride her voluptuous chest.

  Straddle her body and guide your cock back to her cleavage

  Face the other way, sit astride her head and have her lick your balls

  You climb astride her, your cock hovering above the mermaid’s generous breasts. She reaches for it and guides it back between her breasts, pressing them together and trapping your shaft between them. You resume pumping your cock through her soft cleavage, the sight and sensation of it exciting you. She smiles broadly up at you, enjoying your reaction, her violet eyes gleaming in the gloom.

  “My God, you’re beautiful.” You moan, the tension in your balls swiftly building as you rapidly approach your climax. Your pulse is racing and you moan with each thrust. The mermaid grins gleefully up at you, sliding her breasts back and forth as you draw close.