Chapter 21 – A Cabin Boy Recruited
March 17, 1660

When I got back to the ship in the dark of the night, I was surprised to see the pier to the Wench under heavy guard. I was even more surprised to see the strawberry blonde woman in what looked like a shredded pink dress with a white slip under it. The closer I got, the more I could see where the dress had been shredded and torn, looking like it had once been a beautiful ball gown before being shredded by a cougar.

The woman herself was young, late teens or early twenties, with well defined limbs that lent themselves to a life of work. I pegged her for either a maid or a hooker, both possible as she could still be one of my sailor's wives or daughters, or even a sister and didn't want to embarrass or humiliate her in front of the guards.

"Problem, miss?" I asked her as she stood to address me with a curtsy.

"Are you the commander of this vessel?" she asked as she nodded to the ship.

"I am," I told her and saw her body relax. "Colonel Owen Hunt. Are you here to see me or are you trying to board the ship to see someone in particular?"

"Cinderella, sir," the lady said as she curtsied again. "I was in the tavern earlier and I heard you sail openly with women."

"I do," I said, looking the woman over again in a new light. In the wan light of nearby lanterns I couldn't make out any scars on her pretty skin, so decided to take the bull more by the horns with her. "You know how to wield a sword?"

"No," she said with a wince.

"How to sail?" I then asked her to make her shake her head. "Can you cook food from the ship's stores for two hundred men?"

"Not really," she admitted. "I can cook some, but mostly for my stepmother and stepsisters."

"Hmm," I said as I looked her over and tried to make up my mind. I was getting tired, all of the bravado of the evening finally washing out of me to leave me tired.

"I'll do anything," she pleaded as I began to move past the guards who let me pass without a problem but blocked the woman from following me. "Please, just take me with you!"

"Miss," I said as I turned back to the woman. "Tomorrow I sail after a known and deadly pirate. It may possibly prove lethal to me and many that sail with me should I fail and you're a poor specimen for warfare and will be taken as plunder. Do you have any idea what they will do to you?"

"I don't care," she told me with an almost sob. "It's my one chance to leave home. My stepmother is probably already looking for me and will drag me back home in chains when she finds me. I'd rather die than go back!"

"Alright," I said gesturing for the two guards to allow the woman through. "Come with me."

The woman quickly joined me on the pier as I put my arm around her and walked her up and onto my ship, her sobs of relief almost audible but definitely felt as I guided her to my cabin. She offered no resistance as I led her inside the large stateroom that contained my bed. She even pulled away to begin make the bed at seeing it's untidy state and was completely oblivious as I picked up the knife and moved up behind her.

"I guess we're sharing a bed?" she asked as she threw the cover back to straighten out the straw mattress that made up the base of my bed.

"In a way," I said as I grabbed her by the collar and jerked her upright. She gave a gasp of surprise when I held the knife under her jaw, but otherwise stood stock still from fright.

"Now, if you want this to end, you just say so," I hissed in her ear. "Of course, if you tell me to stop I'll throw you off my ship."

"Wha-wha..." she stammered as I withdrew the knife and, with my hand under the collar of her bodice, guided the knife under the collar to cut through and down the material of her dress and into the skirt. Cinderella stood there shivering from fear as I wrenched her dress free of her body and dropped it to the floor. That she made no sound was a testament to how badly she wanted to be free of her stepmother and family as I tossed the knife onto the desk as I wouldn't need it anymore.

Seeing her naked form standing in front of me brought my manhood back to life as I stripped out of my uniform jacket and other clothes, Cinderella watching through tear filled eyes as I forced her to kneel then take my hard rod into her mouth and suck on it. It was obviously her first time and had no idea what to do forcing me to shove myself into her throat to gather moisture for what was to come and making her gag in the process. Still, even when I incidentally a forced her into a coughing fit she didn't ask me to stop as I kept on forcing myself back into her mouth, soon having the desired slickness for the next phase.

Practically lifting her up, I then laid her out on the bed with her legs and butt hanging over the side. Without asking for any permission or giving any warning, I pressed myself to her hairy hole and forced my way inside where she began to shriek and squirm like a fish on a hook. Burying myself inside her, I then went to town as I grew harder from her tightness, but whether or not either of us were getting any pleasure from the experience was secondary to the degradation I found I wanted her to feel. As she panted and squirmed, I slapped one of her pink buds that was sticking up in the cold night air coming in through an open window to make her squeal.

"Want it over?" I challenged her as I slapped her breast again to make her sob. "Just say it."

When she said nothing as she turned her head to face the wall, I grabbed her by her nose before slapping her on the cheek.

"Don't turn away," I warned her as I pounded away on her like a jackhammer. She looked me in the eyes but I knew she couldn't see me through the tears. "Tell me you like it."

"I...I like it," she sobbed as she took the beating as I grabbed her by the breasts and squeezed to make her squeal. She let a sobbing cry but took the abuse, and I found I wanted to take it to another level, one that only certain porn stars seemed to enjoy and the average woman avoided like the plague whether it was done right or not. Just the thought of doing the almost forbidden act pushed me over the edge and made me blow my cannon in her belly.

"On your knees," I commanded as I pulled out. Cinderella dutifully obeyed even as she sobbed, moving onto her hands as well as I forced her to lean over as I took the dominant position. I rubbed my hard rod against her hole for a moment to tease the tender opening before pulling back and realigning myself to her back entrance with my pink covered rod.

The moment I began to push against the virgin entrance, Cinderella yelped and tried to straighten out, falling flat on her face across the bed. I pinned her down with a hand on her neck, using my other to find the back door entrance and press in, a loud muffled shriek my reward as I pierced into her forbidden hole. Having never done this particular style before, I had no idea what to expect but was enjoying the feeling as I pressed myself into her as she wailed loudly into my mattress.

"Want it to end?" I asked as I pulled her hair back to unmuffle her mouth.

"No," she sobbed as tears streamed down her face. Shoving her head back into the mattress, I treated her like a slut as I built to a climax, even pulling out and shoving it back in several times and spanking her butt until both cheeks bore the red imprint of my hand but still she never asked me to stop.

After blowing my cannon a second time, I knew I was well and fully spent as the blond woman sobbed on the bed. I picked her up and laid her head on a pillow before covering us both with the cover as I spooned up behind her, the woman almost curling up into a ball as she sensed the abuse was over and she would be allowed to sleep. I figured the woman would be gone in the morning, the abuse of the moment needing that long to settle in and drive her away.

Such it was that in the morning as beating on my door woke me that I was surprised to find the woman still asleep, though now she was turned to face me with her head resting on a numb arm. I looked around to find the sun had already risen, the late night making me oversleep.

"Sir?" a voice called, its muffled quality and my still waking brain needing a moment to identify it as Aladdin.

"I'm awake!" I called as I looked around for a pillow and found it balanced precariously on the edge behind the sleeping woman.

"It's thirty minutes to eight bells, sir," the man said neutrally. I wondered briefly if he knew what I had been up to, then put it out of my mind. What happened behind closed doors wasn't anyone else's business.

"Thank you, Aladdin," I said to dismiss the youth as I leaned over the blonde to grab the pillow. I eased my arm out and rested her head on the pillow before rolling out of bed and began to get dressed, the action seemingly waking the woman as well.

"I overslept," she said sleepily as she looked around the room. She sat up, seeming to have forgotten her nude situation as the cover fell to expose her breasts, my ministrations still a bright red on her creamy skin before she panicked and raised the cover to hide her nudity.

"Morning sunshine," I told her as she looked fearfully to me. "Ready to sail?"

"You'll take me with you?" she asked timidly as if she refused to believe it.

"Well, why not?" I asked her as I got dressed. "What worried me most was your lack of experience and I've seen too many people do the stupidest things when metal meets flesh. You might not have the bravest mindset, but I give you the worst treatment I could to push that limit and you held on to the hope and idea that if you could just take a little more you could escape home."

"Thank you," she said meekly as she scooted to the side to take in her ruined dress.

"I'll, uh, bring up the slop chest in a second," I told her as I tucked my tunic in to my pants and donned my jacket, wanting the uniform and station it conferred around the soldiers I would soon be meeting. "That dress wouldn't last long before it was rags anyway and a pair of pants will help you get around as you swab the deck."

"Swab?" she asked me curiously. "Anything like washing floors?"

"I imagine they're about identical," I said as I stamped my feet into my boots. "It's also the most basic function on a ship, something you'll do as well as help whomever's cooking with food preparations and serving of food."

"I can handle that," she said as she seemed to orient herself as I laid out her future. "Where do I sleep?"

"Here," I told her and she seemed to deflate. "Nothing personal, but I need every hammock filled with a fighting man wherever I can fit one. I can't risk not having that one man that might turn the tide of battle that's coming soon."

"Alright," she conceded as I straightened myself out in the dirty mirror, then brushed out my hair quickly. I then left her curled up and sitting on the bed as I went down to the berthing deck for the slop chest I'd set out for the ladies to store their smaller clothes, making sure I had the sewing bag of supplies as well before carrying it back to my cabin, Jasmine eyeing me but saying nothing as she and Aladdin conversed in their native Arabic language. I set the chest down in my cabin and shut the door, opening it up to show the contents to her though she didn't move off the bed.

"Here's the chest and sewing stuff we have," I said as I laid it out. "Take what time you need to get the clothes to fit and get dressed, though if I might suggest a vest to support your bosom and protect your modesty should we enter a storm."

Cinderella nodded absently as she finally moved to examine the contents, and I stepped out to find Jasmine waiting there with crossed arms and an accusatory stare. She glanced briefly past me and to the blonde getting dressed before setting her brown eyes on me though some of the fire left her eyes at seeing the woman going through the clothes.

"Problem?" I asked her and she huffed.

"I was merely wondering what you were doing with our clothes," she said heatedly. "Who is she?"

"Cabin boy, or girl as the case may be," I told her as I corrected myself. "She'll mostly be swabbing the deck and helping cook as she learns to sail."

"Is that all she'll be doing?" Jasmine demanded to know. "It didn't sound that way last night."

"That was a demonstration of what's to come and I wanted to make sure she wouldn't get someone killed when the fighting started," I countered. "You've learned and proven yourself capable in battle, but she hasn't and where we're going now I can't risk our future regardless of what fun I might have with her."

I could tell Jasmine wanted to argue more, but Aladdin said something in her ear that made them start an argument in their own language, an argument Jasmine apparently lost as she stormed off which made me wonder what her problem was to begin with as she went to the forecastle to sulk.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked Aladdin who sighed at seeing Jasmine sulk at the fore of the ship.

"She thinks you're taking advantage of the woman you have in your cabin," Aladdin told me before touching his brow and adding a quick, "Sir. I told her it wasn't our business to interfere, that we were merely your servants and had no standing to question your intentions."

"Well, I imagine I can't keep the two separate forever," I admitted as I stared Jasmine's hatefilled eyes down. "But it seems there's a lot of hate involved, too."

"She..." Aladdin said, then turned so he faced me as I stared Jasmine down. "She wasn't meant to be my wife. Her father, a wealthy sultan, gave her hand to a wealthy merchant in our city, their marriage meant to solidify her family's standing but she refused. She ran away in the night where we met the next day."

"I can't imagine anyone taking such a loss well," I said as I finally broke off from our staring match to talk with Aladdin.

"Jafar, the man she was supposed to marry, accused her father of deceit and turned to acts of piracy, but he didn't have the ships to do more than small raids," Aladdin informed me. "When her father learned of Jafar's involvement in the raids, he stripped Jafar of his wealth and cursed his name and began to hunt him down. With the sultan's noose already set and nowhere to go, Jafar fled the familiar coasts in his last ship for here."

"So how did you and Jasmine get from there to here?" I asked him.

"I signed on as the street rat they considered me and hid Jasmine in what was supposed to be crate of luxury goods Jafar hoped to sell once he made port," Aladdin said with a harumph. "We jumped ship at Saint Martin about a week before we met you but even though I speak your language people prefer to think of me as a thief and treat me as such."

"Sadly too many view outsiders the same way," I mused as a lot of men carrying rifles began marching on the pier and I realized they would be the ones filling out my ship for the upcoming voyage.

"Eight bells," someone called before ringing the ship's bell. My sailors assembled to await word of what was to come, and I sighed as Aladdin drifted back to join a still sulking Jasmine. I read off the crew manifest, finding everyone present and accounted for which made me glad no one felt the need to leave as I addressed the crew, some who seemed curious at the many soldiers marching quietly towards us.

"As many seem aware, we will soon have company aboard," I informed the crew. "I have been given a mission by the governor to sail southwest and apprehend or annihilate the infamous pirate Hook."

A collective gasp was had at the mention of Hook's name, but I pressed on.

"I've accepted the mission," I informed them to set them talking among themselves. "The governor has given us the aid of as many soldiers as we can carry to aid us in taking Hook's brig-of-war a-prize. We take her a-prize, the governor has already agreed to let us have the ship free and clear making us one of the most powerful privateer ships in the area."

The crew cheered at that when Timon stepped forward.

"Sir, we have plenty of spare hammocks and space in the hold," he informed me. "Permission to string them all where we can?"

"Granted," I told him and then Timon gave a wave to everyone to follow him which they did to make as much room as they could. I smiled at that, but the presence of an officer on the gangplank soon drew me.

"Colonel Hunt?" he asked and I nodded as the man introduced himself. "I'm Lieutenant Hans Westergaard here to lead a detachment of the king's men."

"Welcome aboard, lieutenant," I said as I moved to shake his hand. "My men are currently below stringing all our available hammocks."

"I can imagine why," he said with a knowing smile. Between what the soldiers had brought and what we carried we managed to field a full hundred and fifty men over my own sailors aboard in addition to my thirty five sailors when we set sail a few hours later as Cinderella finally left my cabin wearing breaches, a tunic and a vest along with a pink sash made from her ruined her ruined dress as I set her to swabbing the deck as Jasmine climbed the rigging to assume her spot as lookout, her face a scowl as she looked at me.

All in all, I could only hope things worked out on this voyage because it was due to be fateful, one way or another.