Chapter 39 – Spice and a Realization
June 15, 1660

"Sail ho!" Melody called as she pointed out the sail on the horizon. Ariel adjusted the Empress to better catch the wind as we began to run her down, but the ship, a sloop, ended up being harder to run down than most.

"Sundown is in four hours," Timon pointed out after five hours of chasing the sloop. We'd closed to within two miles, but with darkness at hand we risked losing them in the dark as I had once lost Hook.

"Merida, Mulan," I called to the two ladies who stood on the main deck eyeing the fleeing ship. The two woman turned to me as I had an idea. "Think you two ladies can rig chasers?"

They smiled before setting to work moving a pair of cannons into place at the bow and setting their best cannon crews to loading the cannon. Each cannon was set to maximum elevation for best distance, then at my nod, began to fire. The shots fell just short of the ship, but it was a damn good first shot.

"Almost," I breathed to Timon who smiled before calling for more trimming on the sails as he tried to wrangle some more speed for me. The second shot bracketed the ship as it ran just over the rigging, the ladies timing their shot with the swells and if I hadn't been looking at them might have missed the unspoken challenge the ladies shared as the crew cheered.

"And here I was thinking I was going to get in the water and pull," Ariel quipped as the cannons were reloaded and the official race was on to be the first to hit the sloop.

"And here I was thinking you might have been hiding your heritage," I told her but she shrugged.

"And turning this big ship with ease isn't a beacon on the hill?" she harrumphed as the cannons boomed in succession. I brought the spyglass to my eye to see where they landed, but they fell just short on the small swell.

"You're just stout," I quipped back to make her laugh. The next round of shots went to Mulan who, in a feat worthy of song and praise, broke the sloop's mast while Merida's landed in the transom. The ship then stalled, her single mast snapped and the captain realized he'd been had.

"You foul, scurvy ridden dog," the captain cursed with a French accent as we boarded his ship. "My boat is ruined!"

"Set a scuttling charge," I told Timon as I looked around the sparsely outfitted ship and doubted it was the effort to take.

"NO!" the captain shouted as Timon turned to head down. Overcome with grief, the captain wrenched a sword from one of my crew and raised it high, but Jasmine, her sword already drawn, stepped in and ran him through as I pulled my own to deal with the crazed captain.

"Capitaine?" one of his crew asked as the captain stepped back, the stolen sword clattering to the deck to be retrieved by its owner as the captain closed his hand around the sword that had impaled him. He stared wide-eyed at Jasmine who wrenched it free of its fleshy scabbard before falling to his knees, then onto his face.

"She killed him!" one of the soldiers exclaimed.

"He tried to kill us," I scoffed as I pointed my sword at the man who was now eyeing Ella and her sword, probably thinking he could overpower the one-handed woman. "I wouldn't."

"Toss them over!" Jasmine called as she raised her bloody sword high. The crew cheered, seemingly liking the new tradition as they swamped the crew en mass, raised them from their feet and tossed them overboard along with a boat. The usual fleecing of the ship happened as well, but it wasn't until Timon came up from the hold holding a barrel that my interest was piqued.

"Rum, captain," he said as he sat the barrel down. "Thirty barrels of it down below."

"You mean thirty barrels on the deck of the Empress," I said with a smile that Timon shared. With a full party of workers, the barrels were hefted out and taken aboard my ship where I had them spaced out around the main deck as the sun set.

As we pulled away and the scuttling charge's boom reverberated over the water, the party aboard my boat was just starting after announcing that the rum on the deck was free and open to all with no account of portioning. Clarion brought the girls up and there was soon a party atmosphere on deck which I let go on so the crew could vent their frustrations from such a long and arduous chase.

Still, it was late before the party died down to a few die hard partiers who sat singing sea shanties, badly I might add, or having quiet conversations while I sat playing guitar and teaching Ariel some songs, the mermaid really loving some of the hits of Shania Twain and Loreena McKennitt before she too decided to call it a night. Setting the guitar aside, I took in the last dozen or so still going and the empty, or near empty barrels that were left and decided that it was a great party.

"Captain," one of Clarion's girls I'd once before, Sera, said in her own thick Irish accent as she stood with Monica at the bottom of the stairs of the poop deck. Monica flushed as she gave Sera a smile and breezed away, the strawberry blonde looping her arm in mind as I opened the door to my wardroom and went inside.

"Something on your mind?" I asked her as I looked at her after setting my guitar in a chair to see she was smiling at me.

"Maybe," she hedged as she sidled closer. "I donnae want to sleep alone tonight."

The look in her eyes was an invite in and of itself as she took my hand and began to lead me into my cabin. The simple dress she wore was easily untied and fell to the floor around her ankles before I pushed her onto the bed. Taking a knee, I pulled her to the edge with her legs down my back where I ate her out. Sera soon began to moan and squirm as she enjoyed the attention, getting super slick in the process as I used my hands to remove my boots and undo my pants before cumming with loud moans.

When I began to rise to loom over her, Sera smiled before pulling my shirt off as I shimmied out of my pants and got her first look at my manhood. Rubbing myself against her slick opening for the lubrication, Sera wrapped her legs around my waist and began to pull me into her and gasped as I filled her with my being.

"Oh God yes," she moaned as I slid myself deep into her heavenly shaft. It was all the encouragement I needed to fuck the little minx until I came deep inside her, her moaning and giving soft shrieks as she came before mewling into my ear as I held myself deep in her, her cunt milking my rod as it spasmed from our recent climax.

I almost missed the movement in the darkness of my cabin door moving, almost certain it was loose but I distinctly remembered closing it as I was nearly dragged through to my most recent lay. As I eyed the door in the darkness, I could see the small crack and the moonlit room beyond telling me it was indeed open before it closed and silently shut itself. Quickly sliding off Sera and bolting to the door, I was just in time to see Monica tiptoeing silently through the room as she angled for the stairs down to the galley.

"Monica?" I asked, the redhead wincing as she realized she had been caught.

"Donnae be hard on her," Sera said as she sat upright on the bed. "It was me idea."

"I...I just wanted to know," Monica added sheepishly as she turned to face me.

"If it will hurt again?" I asked her, remembering the lie she'd been told and crying about after our first time.

"Aye," Monica said as she stood there looking rather beaten.

"Come here," I told her and she moved slowly towards me, as if afraid of being beaten, but I just gave her a warm embrace that she returned.

"What hurts the most is losing your virginity," I explained to her.

"He ainnae lyin', lass," Sera added as I released Monica. "I can remember Robert and I's first night and it was the same. I cried meself to sleep after and it was a week before I could tolerate the thought o' tryin' again.

"Now, our captain here is better hung than most which takes some getting' used to," Sera went on to explain, "but there's nothin' beatin' a large slab of meat fillin' ye up."

"Are ye sure?" Monica asked her as Sera stood from the bed.

"Aye," Sera told her as she began untying Monica's corset. I expected some protest but none came even as I slipped her dress off her shoulders. Monica trembled in the moonlit room as she waited for some direction before Sera took her hand and pulled her onto the bed, helping situate Monica and offering her guidance.

"Spread your legs," Sera told Monica as I climbed onto the bed myself. Being gentle, I decided to start her off with some pleasure as I crawled in between her spread legs and began eating her out. Monica began to moan and squirm in pleasure and it was easy to tell she was very turned on by how wet she was. I kept going until she screamed as she climaxed, her legs coming together reflexively as I lapped up her cum.

"Such a marvelous lover," Sera told a panting Monica as I finally came up to see Sera playing with one of Monica's tits. "An' it only gets better."

"Better?" Monica gasped as I crawled on top of her. A hand I believed to be Sera's reached down and guided me into Monica's slit, the redhead gasping as I stretched her hole going in. I let her get used to it as she squirmed under me and Sera calmed her down. Together, Sera and I broke her in and settled her down to her new life as I cummed in her two successive times.

"Yer a wild one, aren't ye?" Sera asked me as I pulled out of Monica with a still hard cock.

"I am tonight," I said as I crawled on top of Sera and slid into her. For the rest of the night, my cock remained rock hard as I bounced back and forth doing the girls in various positions until Monica, at about the crack of dawn by the light coming in through the window, fell exhausted onto the bed. Sera and I had one more good screw before my cock wilted from exhaustion and she drifted off to sleep.

Laying in my bed, a naked girl full of my cum on each arm, I gave thought to sleep myself but the brightening dawn stirred the trucker in me and I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep until sunset. Crawling over Monica, I couldn't help but think of how lucky I was to be the patron saint of a brothel of hot women, so much that it was nothing for two to join me in my bed.

'Just about any man's fantasy," I thought which brought me up short. I'd always assumed the fantasy that had been fulfilled was to captain a ship but did Calypso fulfill my other fantasies as well?

Getting dressed in the dimly captain, I thought of my life before and how I'd been stuck watching life through TV shows and movies as the life of a truck driver left no time to partake in such things myself. Of course, I was, or had been, a loner with no luck in women but I'd screwed a number of different women since landing on the Badger, even briefly being married to one and befriending multiple others. Of course, women always were a mystery but now that I thought of it I knew it shouldn't have been such a flipped script.

Leaving my cabin and the sleeping women behind, I took a seat in the dark wardroom, the place feeling like a good spot to think, and tried to remember how difficult some things had been before arriving here. I certainly wasn't a lady's man and was always in the friend zone as far as benefits were concerned which forced me to pay for my pleasure. Even then, I always knew it was my money they were after and not me and would, if circumstances allowed, take my money and run.

'But am I still buying it if I run the place?' I thought as I pushed out of my chair and stepped out to see the first hint of the sun rising on the horizon.

"Sir," a sailor named Mister Marston said as he leaned off the poop deck where he was standing watch.

"Time, Mister Marston?" I asked him as I looked around the bare deck.

"Just before five bells, sir," he replied cooly and I gave him a nod of appreciation as I started up the steps. "Just about to go and wake Miss Tatou so she can start chow."

"At your leisure," I told him as I moved aft to look at the rising sun. The sailor nodded and headed down after turning the ship's hourglass over when it ran empty, returning soon thereafter. Thirty minutes later, at six bells, Mister Marston flipped the glass again and rang the bell for the first time to signal the crew to wake and eat before we started the day in proper.

"Sir," Mister Marston said as he began waving to me. "Sails on the horizon."

I pulled the spyglass and checked, and sure enough, there were sails on the horizon. I smiled, knowing the crew was just beginning to eat as I checked once more. The ship was heading our way but, with our sails down and in the early morning light behind us, we were to see. I decided to give the sailors a moment to eat before rousting them into the sheets to hunt that vessel down. Even if they did see us, we'd have the wind at our backs and it would be easy to run them down so I had all the time in the world.

God what a fantasy to have and a time to be alive.