The Makings of a Third Mistress
Chapter 2: Maybe
By: Rose Noire le Mort
June 1697-
275 km from the Northwestern coast of Venezuela
1200 km from St. Lucia
The Black Pearl seemed to glide effortlessly through the clear blue waters of Spanish Main. The crew worked at their own pace without any sort of haste.
"Captain!" called a tall scraggly fellow. He had short blonde hair and only slightly tanned skin. A cabin boy probably- "We've just received word from ashore!"
"On with it," the captain said from the helm. He wore a weathered hat and a sash. The long, black trinket laden hair that adorned his head blew in the ocean air as his vessel moved along the Caribbean Sea.
"St. Lucia- it was raided last week." He said breathlessly. The captain tried his best to maintain his composure but 'Tessica!' he thought. But maybe- maybe they hadn't gotten to Anse La Raye. Maybe-
"Well it couldn't 'ave been the whole damned island! Which port?" 'Maybe… hopefully,' he thought.
"Anse La Raye-" The very part she inhabited. Damn him and his selfish wants for treasure! She had just asked him to stay for another week. Only two weeks ago were the Black Pearl and its crew in the port of Anse La Raye St. Lucia. Only because he wanted to set out for that damned treasure. But maybe she survived-
"Were there any survivors?" Maybe- Of course he wouldn't let it show but he was, in all sense and fashion, mortified. What would become of- or better yet: What had become of her? He knew what many pirates did with women at the ports they raided. They took them as their own to slake their lust for a woman's flesh after being miles away at sea for weeks and months. But then some… some were only killed. And then some miraculously managed to escape. Of course! Tessica had done that. She had run! Gotten away! Maybe- he wouldn't know yet-
"No word of that Captain" -and maybe she didn't.
"Make ready boys! We're on our way back to Anse La Raye!"