Frederick & The Pirate King A tangled tale of hidden love

Prologue

It was a tranquil and peaceful morning in Cornwall, the waves were crashing violently upon the massive pirate ship, calmly floating at the docks. Frederick scratched his eyes violently as he awoke, his blonde hair framed his almost boyish face. His eyes wafted over to Mabel, laying peacefully asleep in a truly magnificent four-poster bed.
He was pleased with his situation, but yet longing for more. He constantly had internal dialogue about whether this was his true path, his destiny. Is this the way he wanted to live his life? Yes, a towering castle over the palisades of Cornwall was very nice indeed. He had a beautiful lover in Mabel, a title of nobility, a never-ending harem of maidens, honor bestowed upon him relentlessly, but yet, he wanted more.
He wondered, he wondered for almost a year, as to what was missing in his life. Finally, on that morning in Cornwall, it dawned on him, like an absolution of words that had been evading him for months. It was Mabel. Yes, she was everything he should want, elegant, stunningly good-looking, large breasts. But did Frederick really want to wake up every morning to a large-breasted, elegant, good-looking, woman?
He wanted to wake up to the Pirate King...

to be continued.