Chapter 41 – Prison Break
June 22, 1660

I arrived in San Juan the next day and was escorted of my cell and onto the deck where I was shackled hand and foot by the ship's sailors. Sensing I was to be made a spectacle of, I stood stoically as we moored, an entire battalion of soldiers lined up at the end of the pier. Once we moored, I was then forced to walk as the ship's captain led the way forward where he presented me to a tall, thin and balding man whose wiry mustache had already grayed. I was eyed like a piece of meat, but I stood tall.

"You are the captain of the Scarlet Empress?" he asked me once the other captain had quit blustering about.

"Si," I told him as I stared straight back into him. "Lord Admiral Owen Hunt, privateer of his majesty, King William the Third."

"Privateer," the man said as he looked shaken by that news as the first mate tried to step forward with a box in hand but was stopped by his captain as the governor continued to speak. "Have you not been informed of the truce bartered between Governor Arendelle and I?"

"No, I have not," I told him as the first mate barged past his captain.

"It is true, el elcalde," the first mate said as he presented the contents of the box to be my Letter's of Marque and my ship's log. The elcalde, mayor I thought it translated to, picked up the log and thumbed through it to find my having left Saint Martin before his truce declared.

"So it is true," he said as he then read my Letters. "That means you are spared the gallows and the executioners wages."

"I'd pay those wages gladly for him to hang in my stead," I hissed at the governor. "He left the women of my ship to drown below decks when he took me hostage."

"Putas," the captain scoffed as the mayor turned to him and the three began to have a heated exchange in Spanish. It ended with the alcalde making a gesture and the Spanish captain getting hauled off, much to his own shame.

"He will pay for his indiscretions," the alcalde told me. "Still, you have committed acts of piracy against his majesty, King Philip the Fourth, by capturing and sinking many ships. I cannot sentence you to hang as a pirate, but I hearby sentence you to life in prison."

Even if I was expecting the outcome, hearing it was so flooring that I was left in shock as I was taken to the prison and locked away in a private, if small, cell. The rest of the day passed without me really doing anything but expecting Calypso to show up and try to dangle freedom in front of me to get me to be her bitch. As day one turned into day two, then three and then the first week was concluded I was about to curse her out for not showing up at all.

Still, once the shock wore off I began to try and figure out ways to escape. I soon found I had one good option, yanking the bars on the one window looking out over the harbor. The mortar was weak there, easily flaking to touch and a good yank created a crack that I was afraid would ruin my chance of escape. Thankfully the mortar held and I was careful not to try that again as I waited for a Dutch ship to anchor in the harbor. My plan was to wait for one to dock then attempt my escape, using my position as both Dutch nobility and an admiral of the king's fleet to barter passage out and back to Saint Martin. I didn't know what to do once I got there, but it beat rotting in here.

"Lord Admiral Hunt," a voice called through the door as I heard the rustle of keys. I looked up to see the jailer entering with a couple of soldiers in tow as he stood at the top of the steps. "You have a visitor. Your wife has come to San Juan."

'Wife?' I thought as a dark haired woman in a red dress walked gracefully into the room behind the guards. It wasn't until she stepped from behind the soldiers I could see it was Jasmine as she gave me a warm smile as she descended the stairs. I don't know where she got the dress, I'd never seen one like it before, but it fit her body perfectly and put breasts and cleavage on full display.

"Hello, my love," she said as my jaw dropped as I took in her sexy attire and tried to make sense of the situation. Jasmine was married, just not to me, but was fluent in Spanish. She walked up and gave me a warm embrace which I returned as she placed her head on my chest, her actions speaking of a warm and caring woman. It suddenly clicked that she, and likely my crew, were seeking my escape but had no idea where I was and as a Spanish speaking woman in my crew was easily able to walk in and out pretending to be my wife and wouldn't be overly questioned doing so.

Dropping my hands, I decided to both test how far she was willing to take this farce and reinforce that she was my wife to do with as I please as I grabbed her butt with both hands. As expected, Jasmine tensed as she looked up with a sharp look in her eye but I leaned down and kissed her, ignoring her unspoken complaint and getting a laugh from the guards.

"You have thirty minutes," the jailer said as he turned away from our lurid display of affection before looking back to me. "I suggest you skip the romance."

"Sorry about that," I whispered to her as I stepped back and raised my hands. "But they had to believe we were married."

"I paid enough for it," she groused as she went to the window and began to fish something out of her dress. I wondered what was up but realized she was just removing a hidden piece of shiny metal she used to signal someone.

"How many survived?" I asked her as she hid the mirror back inside her dress.

"Forty-eight," she told me with a sigh. "We lost the Empress."

"Sank," I said as I sat on what passed for a bed. "I was afraid of that. Who's in charge?"

"Timon," she said as she shook her head. "He's aboard the Senora Borracha."

"He took a ship?" I asked her but Jasmine shook her head.

"It was the ship you took before they attacked," Jasmine clarified for me. "They didn't take it with them and left it adrift. Timon claimed it and we went back to the Empress for cannons to mount on it. We recovered almost everything, but we weren't sure if they were going to come here or take you back to Spain."

"Good," I said as I gave her a smile. "All that's left is to get out of here."

"Aladdin sent you this…" she said as produced a metal piece of metal with a hook I realized was a lockpick but shook my head.

"Too many guards between the door and the outside," I told her and she winced, realizing I was right. "Can you get the crew, Aladdin maybe, to create a disturbance outside tonight to draw the guards? The mortar on the bars is weak and I can yank it with no problem."

"Sure," she said as she looked to the window, likely not having thought it a weak point. "The Senora Borracha is anchored just west of town. We'll have a longboat standing by to pick you up then."

For the next little bit, Jasmine continued to fill me in on what had happened after my arrest. The Empress had indeed been sinking as the Spanish had ripped most of the gun deck to pieces. Clarion and her girls had gotten trapped on the berthing deck, only a few managing to wriggle past the cannon blocking the stairs before the gun deck began to swamp and moot the point. Timon had gotten the survivors into the longboats and, upon seeing the Spanish leave the rotted Senora Borracha behind, decided to use it.

For the next few days, with the help of Ariel and Melody using their supernatural heritage, dove to the wreck of the Empress and retrieved everyone's personal belongings and recovered the gold and silver we had. They also recovered a few of the ship's cannons, outfitting themselves with eight cannon total as well as some of the sealed gunpowder kegs and rounds of shot.

"Good," I said as I looked to the door. "We got a few minutes and the last thing we need is to alert the guards something isn't right here and increase patrols."

"What are you suggesting?" Jasmine asked me and I gave her a wicked smile.

"We are supposed to be a married couple," I told her and she nodded slowly before her mouth fell open in shock.

"I am not your wife!" she hissed at me as she stood up.

"By your own admission, you are," I countered with her own words and she spun on me.

"It was so I could get past the guards!" she again hissed stepping back as I stepped forward.

"And if we aren't...involved...when they return, the jailer is going to be suspicious if he doesn't see what he expects to see," I told her and her shoulders slumped as she hung her head, probably realizing I was right. "If they increase the guards, a diversion won't do me much good as they'll likely catch me trying to leave."

"Jocelyn," Jasmine hissed as she moved past me. "She knew this was going to happen."

"I take it she came up with this idea?" I asked and Jasmine nodded.

"She said a woman posing as the your wife could get in without much problem and a small bribe," Jasmine explained as I guided her to the bed with a touch of her shoulder. "But it seems I'm the only one that is fluent in their language."

I nodded, letting the conversation die as I had Jasmine get on her knees instead of the usual missionary position, but there was a purpose behind it even if Jasmine seemed confused. The more and more I pushed the boundaries of her marriage as I settled in behind her with her knees between mine and lifted her dress to reveal her bloomers, the more uncomfortable she became and shifted around. As I undid the fasteners on my britches though, I had to admire the simplicity of women's clothing in this time and how little it restricted access to bodily function as I wouldn't have to undo or remove anything moving forward.

Having Jasmine in such a compromising position had me rock hard as I looked down at her tight pussy. I had a small war of ethics in my head going as to how far I should go and what all I should do, but as I put a hand on her hips and guided my cock towards her clit, made a decision. As I rubbed my cock against her labia, acquiring and slickening some lubrication from her across my tip, I pressed down and slid my cock between her thighs as Jasmine let out a gasp as she, for a moment anyway, seemed to think I was going to slide into her.

"What are you doing?" she asked as I began to pump my cock between her legs.

"A little show for when they enter," I told her and she fell quiet except to softly moan as I continued. I wasn't sure if she was actually enjoying it or if she realized it was all an act but, act or not, I was really getting off on our faux sex. About the time I was expecting them to burst through the door, I was holding back on shooting my load until I couldn't do it any longer. An idea had me pulling my cock out from between her legs just as I began to shoot cum, the first squirt I shot right against her labia which got a shrill gasp from Jasmine as she felt my cum squirt up inside her. I continued shooting several more squirts over her pussy before letting it dribble down the back of her leg.

"What was that?!" she hissed as I slid my still hard cock back between her legs. "You just...shot...inside me!"

"But I didn't put it in you," I said as I completely ignored her protests and began fucking her again. I wasn't able to get very far before a slight rattling told me the jailer had returned. Jasmine tried to rise but I put a hand on her neck and held her down as she hissed something at me I didn't understand as the door swung open. I let the jailer see me pounding away at Jasmine before I let her raise her head and drop her dress to hide her bare butt. I slid off the bunk and hid my still hard cock down my pants as she stood, her eyes going to my cock before she forced a smile and kissed me.

"We'll have to do that again sometime," she said saucily before swishing her hips and climbing the stairs. I knew I'd likely catch hell over my actions when we met again, but for the time being I couldn't help but smile at my own creative solution that allowed me to skirt all ethics and still have such a wet dream.

Night seemed slow in coming while I stood at the bars and waited. Someone using a mirror signaled the fun was about to begin as the sky darkened overhead, and then, I heard a shout and a bell ringing. Taking that as my cue, I put my muscles into the bars and yanked, the mortar giving out and I tossed the bars aside before scrambling through the hole.

I spent the next hour working my way northwest while Aladdin seemed to be leading the guards on a merry chase south and east. The further I got from the jail, the bolder I got until I was finally sprinting down the street until I passed a guard who was thankfully looking the wrong way. Fear kept me running long after my sides screamed for me to stop which I didn't do until I was past the houses and walls of the city and collapsed behind a tree, far from the lights. Only when my sides quit hurting did I start due north for the shore, easily finding the Senora Borracha anchored just past the reef.

"Captain?" Merida called from the shadows as I walked down the beach. Looking around, I saw the red haired Scottish woman emerge from the shadows holding her musket at the ready, almost as if she were waiting for trouble.

"Merida," I said with a big grin to see the redhead again.

"Alright, let's go!" Merida called to the trees. Her triplet brothers soon emerged with Aladdin and Jasmine, plus six more carrying the longboat out of the trees where they likely had hidden it from prying eyes as they arranged my rescue. We were quick to row for the ship with Jasmine at the tiller in deference to her still wearing the dress, but I was never more glad to see the half-rotted ship then when I stepped from the boat to the deck to be greeted warmly by Timon.

"Glad to have you back, captain," he said as Monica and Ella helped me into my scarlet overcoat which to the crew signified I was back as they gave a cheer. I looked around at the battle weary crew that was still sporting bandages with some having their arms in a sling and knew they'd been through the grinder.

"At first light we sail for Saint Martin," I told them as I read on their faces they wanted to hear some good news. "We'll resupply then head south-east to Nevis and Saint Kitts to plunder the British for a better ship."

That seemed to be the word they wanted, getting another cheer as the crew broke into an impromptu party. Feeling like it was required I went around to my crew, thanking them for coming back to rescue me. Most had done it out of simple loyalty, or so they said, but a few had admitted that they felt their chances of making gold were better under me.

It was the small knot of girls at the rear of the main deck though that drew my eye as I worked my way around the deck. A few I recognized even at a distance, but their appearance now was shocking. Evelyn, the once wild girl who wore me out, was now sitting with a crutch leaned over her shoulder. At first glance I thought her leg might have been splinted but soon found out her right leg had been amputated. Another girl, Ivy, had a bandage wrapped around her blonde hair and covering an eye.

"Captain," Ariel said as I passed where she was sitting with her daughter, Melody.

"Last I saw of you, I thought you had died," I told the little girl. She laughed at that before raising her bandage to show the long scar on the side of her head.

"When the mast snapped, the peg someone put for a handhold hit me," she explained. "I don't even remember falling."

"When I pulled her from the water, I found she was still breathing," Ariel explained further.

"So you went back for the men who helped her to thank them?" I asked and she nodded.

"I couldn't leave them because they didn't leave her," Ariel said with a wan smile. "When we were taken, and they kicked her off the ship, I might have lost it because I thought she would be hurt."

"Good new is I can hold my breath for hours," she added happily.

"Part dolphin, huh?" I said and the two looked at each other with curious looks.

"Um, huh?" Ariel asked but I had to chuckle.

"Common misconception that all sea animals are fish," I told the pair who eyed me as if captivity had made me crazy. "Dolphins and whales, though fish like in appearance, breathe air just like I do. To stay down, they have well developed lungs that allow them to take a breath and stay down for hours. Ariel might be part fish with gills on her neck, but I'd say you're part dolphin and can just hold your breath for hours."

"Oh," Ariel said as she finally got it. "That makes sense."

"I always thought you were normal like your father," Ariel told the teen. "If I'd known you could stay down with me, I'd have taken you to the water long ago."

I left the two on that note, glad to see the youngster had survived with nothing more than a scar that she could hide in her hair. It was as I moved on to Clarion's girls that I saw how bad some of them had it. Only a dozen remained, but thankfully most of their wounds were light but a few like Ivy and Evelyn bore the brunt of the damage.

"Captain," the girls said as I approached them.

"I'm sorry about Miss Clarion," I told them and they hung their heads.

"She made living under Hook bearable," another girl added. "Stood up to him for us. She once said that she'd find a way to keep us together because…"

"Because together is all we have," a dark haired woman said as the first broke down crying.

"The past few weeks, Clarion said we were gonna to have a nice house to live in," Sera added to the conversation.

"Yeah, I was going to build one for you girls," I said and they all snapped their heads to me. "Clarion and I had talked it over, and as the patron I was going to supply your girls with a house in which you could work if you so wished."

"As…" one girl prompted but it was another who piped up, prompting us to have a conversation where I reiterated my deal that any wanting out were free to do so, but in the end only three decided to be maids and leave the life behind. They also decided on the Romani woman, Esmeralda, to lead them and act the main go between which I accepted before moving on to let the girls relax as the night wore on.

All in all, the Senora Borracha wasn't a bad ship I found as I walked her, but she was old and half-rotted. She had a large poop deck at the rear that contained the helm, a standard on galleons, but the deck under it was largely open with only a small section at the rear for the captain's wardroom and private cabin. It also had a forecastle that could accommodate forty sailors with living quarters while the girls roomed underneath in a curtained off area. The officer's area was to the rear of the berthing deck, along with the galley, and everything seemed well set up as I climbed up and entered what really felt like a private den.

"Come on!" I heard a woman's voice call, and I spun thinking one of the girls had entered my wardroom but found it was coming from the officer's area below. "You can tell us."

"No," I heard respond, straining my ears as I settled softly into an armchair to relax and think before going to bed.

"So you're saying you an' the captain didna' do anythin' while you were in the jail?" I heard Sera say, recognizing the voice.

"We didn't," Jasmine reiterated as I could better hear her now in the quiet of the night as the ship settled down. "Can't you undo this thing?"

"They used some funny knots on this stay," someone said in a low tone I could barely hear as they attempted to get her out of the dress she had been put into.

"Your words say no but this stain says yes," another woman said ahead of a cacophony of giggles.

"We didn't do anything!" Jasmine protested, then I heard a bed creak. "Though I almost wished we had."

"He's got a lot and know's how to use it!" Sera cracked and the girls giggled again but in the silence that followed, I thought I heard a sniffle.

"It's not that," Jasmine told them, almost indifferent to the joke made at her expense. "I'm married to Aladdin."

"I was married once too lass…" Sera said but then stopped.

"Two years," Jasmine said as the room below got quiet. "We've been married two years since my father announced I was to wed Jafar and I ran away. After our wedding night, I was sure that soon I would be with child and my courses would stop but, every month like a clock, they begin again."

"Sweetie," a woman said as I imagined she was consoling Jasmine.

"In that jail cell, we didn't do it," Jasmine reiterated. "We did something close that would look like it when the jailer came back, but he never entered me. But in that one moment where he shot his load, I never felt anything like that from Aladdin."

As the conversation turned into a pity party for Jasmine and the possible reasons she wasn't pregnant after two years, I had to admit that the real reason was likely in Aladdin himself. Some men shot off like an anti-aircraft gun, some a four-ten break-over shotgun but Jasmine's explanation told me that Aladdin probably wasn't matching up to a twenty-two short round and likely had little to no semen count as well. Listening to her cry as she was finally stripped and allowed to redress, I had to admit that even in modern times her condition was down to either adopting a child or finding a sperm donor. What was worse was I didn't want to admit to overhearing their private conversation.

Silently rising from the chair, I moved into the captain's cabin to find a room almost as big as my sleeper on my semi with a single bed. As I tried to wrestle a decision on Jasmine, I was forced to admit, if only to myself, that this was one time I had to wait for the solution to come to me because it wasn't one I could force on them and I was going to have to learn to live with it.

But oh how nice it was to live the dream while I could.