This is a short little story. Only six chapters and each chapter has 1,000 (and some), words. It's sexual, probably a little sexist it is the 1920's. And there's a little gore too. This is one of those weird stories I come with on the fly, if you're an avid reader of mine, you'll probably be used to this.

There will be an update everyday! I've finished this story in my word doc, again, only six chapters. Please enjoy!

1927 – Center of the Arctic Ocean

Chapter One – Stormy Seas

"Batten down the hatches!" An unnamed crewman yelled, "Storm's coming in, hurry!"

The lighting and thunder roared in the sky, the waves rocking the ship violently. The crew ran around the surface tightening ropes, moving boxes and preparing the ship for the impending storm.

"Get the cargo inside!" Captain Edward yelled at his bumbling crew, "If we lose anything we'll lose our asses!"

Edward walked back up to the helm of the ship. He shook the rain from his bronze hair and grabbed ahold of the steering wheel.

"Jacob, get down there and keep those idiots on task." Edward said to the young deckhand.

"Yes, captain." Jacob ran out of the helm to instruct the crew.

Edward gripped the wheel harder as the boat jerked against the waves. The loud booming of the thunder drowned out all other noises.

It was strange that the storm had come upon their vessel so suddenly. It seemed as if the sky suddenly turned black and the waves became violent. In his years on boats he had never witnessed a more violent storm.

He was suddenly thrown to the floor as a nasty wave hit their ship. His body was thrashed once again as another wave hit them from the other side.

"Damn it!"

Edward pulled himself up and grabbed the wheel once again, trying to steer his ship away from the storm. Or at least, stop getting knocked around by the waves.

Hours Later

The storm passed, and it was somewhere around midnight. The moon above the ship illuminating the sea around them. Edward was standing behind the wheel as he watched the sea and sky in front of him.

"Some storm huh?" a crew member said as he walked into the helm.

"All that matters is we're out of it," Edward said, "Has everything been accounted for?"

"Yes captain. Only a few crew members missing but we're searching the entire ship now." He said.

"Good," Edward said, "Go get me a bottle of whiskey out of my quarters."

The crewmember made a face; thinking to himself that he wasn't the captains whipping boy. But, no one could find Jacob at the moment. The crew member returned with Edward's private stash of whiskey.

Edward took a long sip directly from the bottle. He kept the bottle tight in his hands as to not drop it in case another freak storm. This was good, expensive whiskey and it was his last bottle. It'd be another three months before they arrived too port.

Once Edward was sure the boat wouldn't turn off course, he walked out of the helm. He observed the crew as the scurried around the ship, counting cargo and looking for bodies.

"Anyone found Jacob?" He asked a crewmember.

"Not yet sir, they observin' the lower deck now." He said before going back to work.

Edward nodded and started back on his round. When he came upon the rear of the ship he found a cluster of his crew members looking over the side.

"What are you all staring at? Get back to work!" He yelled.

"Captain, there's something over the side." A crewmember said.

"Well move," Edward barked, "Let me see."

Edward looked over the side of the ship and saw nothing but piles of boxes floating against the side of his ship. He squinted his green eyes too get a better look.

There was a porcelain hand in the rubble. He couldn't see an attached body, but, he didn't want to take a chance.

"Haul it up!" He yelled, "Come on, pull it up."

The crewmembers pulled the small wreckage out of the water. When they turned it over, out tumbled a small woman. The crew and captain took a jump backward.

"Whoa, a woman lost out at sea?" One said.

"What is she doing out here?" Asked another one.

"Why is she naked?"

The captain blinked a few times before moving to the front.

"Alright, that's enough. Go on, back to work," Edward said, "That's enough lollygagging, she's dead."

"She ain't dead," A crewmember said to him, "Look at her chest, it's moving."

Edward kneeled down beside her and placed his hand on her pressure point. No pulse… how strange. He then pressed his ear in the valley of her breasts and listened for a heartbeat. There was none, but, he could hear her lung inhaling and exhaling.

Edward noticed something else about her. She was ice cold.

"What luck, a naked woman washes onto our boat after eight long months on sea. I don't believe in god, but, I tell you one thing this is a clear sign we've done something right." A crewmember chuckled.

"Absolutely not," Edward said, "Whatever you're thinking you best get it outta your mind."

Edward tucked his arms under her and moved to his feet.

"I don't know if she's alive, but she's frozen." Edward started walking to his private quarters. He didn't know where this woman came from, but, if he didn't get her into hot water soon she'd surely die of hypothermia.

"Ain't that like a sea captain? Find a pretty woman and he takes her all to himself." Said a crewmember as he smacked his hat against his thigh.

Edward kicked the door open and put her onto his bed. He wrapped her in as many blankets as he could find then walked to the kitchen. Only way to get hot water was to boil it. He put a large pot of water onto the stove and lit it. It would only take a few minutes for it to boil.

"Did they really pull a naked woman onto the boat?" A voice from behind Edward asked.

He turned around to see Jacob, standing with a bloody rag over his eye.

"Yeah, they did."

"Throw her back." He said fearfully.

"What?" Edward asked as he turned away from the stove.

"Throw her back, I-I think she's dangerous." Jacob said.

Edward shook his head, "I think you hit your head a little to hard there, she's just a woman."

"My granddad used to tell stories about naked men and women mysteriously showing up after storms and the crew would pull them onto the ship. Then when the boat would eventually wash to shore, everyone on the ships would be dead. The blood drained from their bodies. And one crew member, usually the captain would be completely gone."

"Jacob, my boy," Edward clapped him on the back, "Those are just ghost stories. Trust me, a 100-pound little woman can't do any damage. She's harmless. She was probably on a party cruise and it wrecked. She's lucky we found her before she froze."

"C'mon captain, think about it. We're in the arctic ocean. If a boat did crash, she would've froze to death immediately." Jacob said.

"It's luck Jacob. That storm was rough. There's probably more survivors drifting. Keep an eye out."

Edward grabbed the pot of hot water and walked passed Jacob to his cabin. Jacob stared after him, wishing his captain would heed his warning.

A naked woman mysteriously shows up? Hmm, seems a little suspicious but I honestly have no idea what's going to happen. I'm just the writer (: p) Tomorrow chapter two will be posted sometime in the morning! Don't forget to tune in, also, don't forget to review, I thrive on them!