By request-A Fuzzy Fantasy Frolic in two parts. For anyone interested in pirates. This one is Albus Dumbledore and Madame Pomphrey. The first chapter is an exaggerated parody of badly written pirate romances. Once again, the Weasley twins have caused trouble. ( Please read Frolic #1 to understand this better.)

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Fuzzy Fantasy Frolic #5 Resuscitation

Category/ Erotic Drama

Scenario/ Island, purple, smack, eyepatch

Rating GU

The ship, no more than a rickety wooden vessel on it's best day, which had been at least fifty years ago, was now no more than a swiftly sinking top mast silhouetted against the blinding orange of a setting sun. The fire had begun only minutes before; a tragedy caused by the leaping of a flaming, errant marshmallow away from the roasting-candle, and into a huge barrel of kerosene which had been positioned handily outside the door to the brig.

While the panic had risen, and the once ruthless pirates began praying and bailing up water to quench the ravenous flames, she had been imprisoned below, hands chained mercilessly, but not too tightly, over her head so that her bosom would be pertinently raised. Her white chemise was carefully worn so as to always have the left strap falling down, baring her shoulder, and the deliciously enticing curve of her milky breast.

Help...Help...her screams and pleas had gone unheeded, as even the Captain, an evil man with curled black mustachios who had only yesterday stolen her from the ship that would sail her into the arms of her as yet anonymous fiance, ran over the hatch and jumped over the side, leaving his men and prisoners to their fate.

Though the fire raged overhead it miraculously did not cave in the ceiling, and though there was no logical explanation for it, a great surge of water had begun pumping in from no definable source. She cried out again for help, twisting her chafed wrists in a vain effort to free herself. Her bosom heaved, her cheeks reddened and only one tendril of perfect coiled hair escaped to lay across her shoulder.

Slowly the water began to climb, pulling at her airy, light colored skirt. The heat from above became too oppressive, and with one last feeble cry for help, she began to swoon.

At that very moment, she heard a voice! The handsome first mate! He ordered two men to assist him with the heavy door, but it was too late, they abandoned their attempt at battling the enormous conflagration and she heard the splash of their bodies as they too plummeted over the side of the ship. Through a conveniently placed crevice she could just make out the mate's legs, and she her heart began to beat faster.

Only seconds after they had first laid eyes on each other, over the backs of several flogged prisoners from her own ship( including her father, brothers and the kindly old sea captain who must be sacrificed because he knew too many people's secrets...) they had fallen madly in love. The Pirate Captain saw this, and was jealous, and she herself was dismayed by her heart, for wasn't she promised to another? So what if he were probably a short, dumpy merchant with greasy fingers, or worse, an accountant with a black mole beside his left eye. Oh how she feared a man with a black mole beside his left eye!

She knew, as she had looked into the laughing blue eyes of the first mate that their love may never be. Her body might be taken by the Pirate Captain, her heart had to belong to her future husband, But her mind and soul...that she would freely give to the blue eyed man.

As she swore this to herself again, she saw that the mate had taken up an oaken barrel, most likely still full of something heavy, into his strong arms, and was beating the padlock with it. She shivered as she thought of all that strength. Just up there. With three mighty blows the lock was broken, and despite the fore he threw open the door.

" Hurry!" she called, still in a semi-swoon. The water had risen from her knew to her chin in only 46 seconds...so that it might be touch and go whether or not he could break her shackles before she drowned. Having no heavy object, and no key, he seized the chains in his bare hands, and with a powerful roar, tore them from the wall as she gasped, struggling to avoid the water, which, due to the tilting of the ship was now over her face.

At last she was free, and made sure to topple helplessly into his brawny arms, as the ship rocked uneasily.

" We have to escape!" he declared. " The ship is lost!"

Instead of the nasty business of climbing out of the hole, they went through a before unseen, and unlocked door into the very room the treasures, including her won possessions had been stashed.

" Leave it!" he commanded, taking only a jewelled sword from the piles of gold...and rubies...and emeralds...and diamonds...and sapphires...and ivory...and opals..and silver...and coral...and abalone...and pearls...and, er...other treasures. Garnets! Did I mention garnets? Well, there were piles of those as well.

They opened yet another unlocked door, and were somehow on the ship's deck. She could see the drowned body of the men as the waves churned there corpses against the ship. Behind them the fire crackled more threateningly. She decided it was a good time to wring her hands.

She didn't have to think though, he had a daring plan. Hurrying to the remaining life boat, he turned ot her.

' I'll lower you down, and then...jump. I probably won't make it, but do not despair. There is what looks to be a tiny island just over there...and you;; always have my love to see you through. Arggh." he leaned forward to kiss her, but the boat began that damned rocking again.

" Hurry, into the boat!" he helped her in, making sure his hands were dangerously close to that falling strap. She kept her eyes locked with his the as he lowered her to the sea below, wanting to take the memory of those burning eyes with her..even it was only to her death.

Without the use of an oar, the tiny boat floated speedily away, so that she could watch from a dramatic distance as he plunged in a perfect swimmer's dive head first into the turbulent waters, just as a huge explosion from an improbable location on the ship occurred, belching up a huge ball of flame and smoke that would successfully go unnoticed by every ship in those pirate laden waters.

For an impossible twenty minutes, he did not resurface, and she watched as the last part of the ship sank, listened to the burbling of water as the sea swallowed it completely. Only after what seemed like hours of calling out to him, did she at last see his inert form, face down and clutching desperately at a splintery plank. Once again her boat needed no paddling. As soon as she saw him she was by his side, and with the strength of two men managed to pull him, board and all into the boat, without making it look like too much of an effort.

Still she had to rest across his chest a moment or two before finding the strength to see if he were alive. With that miraculous vision that all heroines have she saw that he was alive, even if he was no longer breathing and had an undiscernible heartbeat. With only his resuscitation in min, of course, she lowered her perfectly red, un-chapped lips to his and administered the kiss of life, which looked very much as though it were invented by the French.

He coughed once, and she pulled away. He was alive! Yet he was still too weak to open his eyes. She would have to take him ashore that tiny island and resuscitate him again and again until he came to his senses.

Her tiny craft tossed and rolled dangerously on the sea...and even thought the sky had been crystal clear a moment ago, there was now a terribles storm boiling up to the North. Or West. Or whichever direction it was. Thunder crashed, lightening streaked, and wind pressed up and down, and up and down on the ocean, like two hands pressing down on a water-bed to see how loud it will slosh.

She cried out as they crashed on what must be a very tall sandbar. One jagged rock tore a hole in the boats bottom, another punctured the sides, as they were rolled all the way onto the a small stretch of virgin sand, littered with ripe coconuts and bananas. She examined the fourteen holes in the boat.

" Oh no!" she exclaimed, clapping a hand to her cheek. " We'll be marooned here forever!"

It began to rain softly. She looked down admiringly at his read and white striped shirt, his raged cut off trousers, his long white beard tied of in sixths. Small, silver spectacles clung stubbornly to his crooked nose. His breathing was shallow...she must build a fire before he died of some strange tropical fever.

" I'll only be gone a moment, my love." she cooed. " I must make us a shelter, that we might weather this storm."

And she ran into the jungle, never wincing even though she was barefoot, and never stepping on a poisonous snake or any strange thorny plants. Finding a few bamboo sticks and some palm leaves, she managed to erect a three room structure without the use of cutting tools, rope, or even crazy glue. She did not even have her wand..it had been broken by that filthy pirate captain!

Were they the only survivors? she thought, as they huddled near a fire that had logical excuse for being there. Her companion, her love...her pirate, coughed once more and his beard fell into the fire. As she affectionately patted it out, she felt the irresistible urge of sleep, forcing her to lie back, and close her eyes. I'll only rest...she thought...I'll only rest.