My unsuspecting mouth was agape before he drove his tongue down my throat. He pressed his chest against mine as I backed up further, finding myself sitting on the table. He moved so close placing himself between my spread, half-naked legs. Unable to up any further, he slipped his arms onto my lower back as he continued to kiss me deeply.

He momentarily leaned back to push me down on the table.

"You're gay?" I gasped. He stepped back confusion crossing his face for a moment.

"No, idiot. You're a wench."

I took my chance and shoved my foot into his crotch.

"Fuck!" He staggered back then collapsed to his knees as I jumped up and pulled my pants up.

"Oh." That was my second guess.

"Jesus!" He was still yelling almost on the verge of tears. I almost felt bad.

"Come on suck it up and never call me a wench again." He didn't even look up at me. "Hey it doesn't really hurt that much does it?" My resolve was shaking.

The frizzled pirate began to push himself to his feet slowly.

"Why don't we check and see if it still works?" He smirked.

My foot shot up before I could even get mad.

He grunted but this time his hands were already there to block me.

"Were you seriously going to kick me while I was down?" He looked legitimately surprised. "Do you just hate the thought of me have kids?"

"What's up with you?" He was acting like a total d-bag now and it pissed me off.

"Honestly that was the first time a girl ever rejected me. I'm not sure what to think of that…" He spoke from the heart; shallow to the core.

"Gosh I faintly remember last night but I'm pretty sure you were super cool then. We were friends! Close friends it sounded like this morning!" I huffed.

"That's when I thought you were a guy!"

"What changes now that I'm a girl?"

"The parts! We have the potential to do so much more fun things now that being friends would get in the way of!" I was taken aback, slowly putting the table corner between me and the hormonal adolescent.

"Let me crush your dreams now. Nothing involving parts will every happen between us."

"I beg to differ." He wore his signature condescending smirk as he rounded the table toward me. I continued around keeping my distance nervously.

"You know why there are no women on pirate ships?" His eyes locked on mine. Again, I had that feeling of being caught in the current of his caribbean blues.

I couldn't answer, though I could guess.

"Because all the men would want some." He snickered. His eyes travelled down my body. "This going to be great; my own personal plaything on board with me. Always ready for my summon."

"Nu uh." I shook my head feverently. "I won't be anyone's play thing, so please, just continue to treat me like a boy."

He lifted an eyebrow, amused.

"And why should I do that?"
"Because it's the right thing to do. And I'm sure you wouldn't let me do my work as a girl."

"Naw we'd just work you another way until we dropped you off at the next land."

"Wait, what do you mean drop me off?" My discomfort was forgotten under a sudden siege of worry.

"Of course we couldn't keep a wench onboard forever. She just entertains the men as payment for her food and lodging but entertainment isn't as entertaining after a while. At that point, she's no longer more of an asset than a cost so we dump her." My eyes widened and fell. I hadn't considered that. I wasn't ready to leave. I thought of the other orphans and my resolve hardened.

"You have to promise me to never tell anyone." I stared back up at him.

"I will promise," he began to move around the table. "If you agree to obey my every word."

He stopped in front of me.

"No way," I walked past him toward the side of the table he came from.

"You will tell no one and continue to treat me like a boy and in return, I will do my job as Quartermaster really well." Stopped and smiled back at him from across the table.

"Psh. No." He chuckled and spun on the balls of his feet, coming back toward me. "I will keep your secret, and treat you like a boy in front of others. And you will never disobey me in front of the crew, or I will tell them."

I nodded, my feet bringing me toward him. Deciding it was probably the closest we could come to a consensus, I met him at the table's halfway and shook his outdrawn hand.

"Deal."

*Author's Note*

Hehehe, yeah- I warned you. So look forward to tomorrow's again! (And if you actually did make it to reading this far, thank you again)