Chapter 47 – Not Everything is Gold
July 24, 1660

After leaving Montserrat, I ventured back towards Nevis and Saint Martin, the only place I could find ships to plunder. The day of leaving, I was forced to give up a chase after finding it was a French merchantman and proceed on. Deciding I was unnecessarily adding to my problems, I raised French colors and sailed on, passing by two more that evening who didn't stir an inch off course as we passed.

Our break came the morning of the twenty-sixth, when we sighted sails on the horizon. As the ship neared, we found ourselves in a jousting match with an English warship and I had to smirk at the bravado on display. A look to the flags for the wind told me that neither of us had the advantage, but that worked in both our favors, and our disadvantage.

"Run out the cannon, both sides!" I ordered the crew. Ariel guided the ship just within cannon range, the crew standing by to fire as Merida, Mulan and Shang made a series of height adjustments to their cannons as they got ready to fire and everyone else hunkered down to avoid getting injured as Royal Marines pelted at us with musket shot.

"Ariel, hard-a-larboard!" I said as the ship came up fast off our port bow. Ariel heaved the wheel hard and as the cannons came into line, my gunners fired the cannons to obliterate the hull of the opposing frigate as they fired back. I smiled as my crew rushed to the other side as the ship turned to follow, only then did the captain seem to realize my own plan. My crew fired again as the enemy crew struggled to reload, but the point became moot as the both the main and mizzen masts fell atop the crew to block access to the cannons. I stood just off the ship's port side as we reloaded, Ariel sidling us closer as my crew reloaded without much problem and fired a load of grapeshot into the English crew to mutilate them further then reload again.

"Sir, they're striking their colors!" Timon reported as the muskets fell silent at last. With a nod to Ariel, she brought us alongside and my crew surged over the side and boarded the enemy frigate, the enemy crew looking ragged as they were fleeced of valuables.

"French dog," the captain spat as his men clambered into the longboats. "At least my vessel won't serve you. She's loosed at the seams."

"Get the gold and valuables to the Wanton Queen!" I ordered my men as the captain glared at me. Timon raced down into the hold, returning to report that the ship was indeed sinking but the frigate held no valuable cargo in her hold. My crew went over the ship as fast as they could, returning with a good amount of gold probably meant for the crew when they reached port.

We cast off as it developed a good list and returned to hunting down other ships, my crew's spirit lifted with the successful haul of gold but sails on the horizon soon turned into another ship not flying any colors. Problem was, there wasn't much I could do as the opposing ship had the weather gauge on me with the wind at their backs and I was forced to flee, hoping I could keep them at bay until nightfall.

"There's a trick," Timon said as he stood with me on the poop deck and eyed the ship in the distance. "They've set royals and stuns'ls."

"Stuns'l?" I said as I looked at the ship with the spyglass. I could see it clearly in the distance and it looked like it was three ships wide but I'd only ever heard the phrase once in Star Trek First Contact and it was never explained there.

"They've set sails beside the mainsail to add to their speed," he explained to me. "I've only seen them set once aboard an English frigate I served aboard once, the HMS Rose."

"Huh," I said as I remembered the ship from Master and Commander frequently doing the same thing. "That's what they call it. I've seen a ship-of-the-line set them once, but I wasn't aboard her."

"They'll keep pace with us easily if not run us down," Timon went on to say.

"We turn to fight they get first shot," I replied back as I saw a flurry of motion on the deck. A flag was being raised, and it made me smile.

"Strike sail," I told Timon who looked at me slackjawed. "It's a Dutch privateer."

"Oh," he said and had the sails lowered while I retrieved my Letters from Governor Fitzherbert along with my proof of commission within the king's navy. The privateer struck sail and came alongside even as my crew stood at the rail with cutlass in hand, my cannons loaded with grapeshot if this got spicy.

"You know, usually when you surrender you strike your colors," a female voice called as a familiar woman stepped to the railing, her body posture stiff and face stern.

"Who's surrendering?" I said as I stood tall in front of my own crew. "I am Lord Admiral…"

"I don't care what rank you are and whose legs you slithered from between," the woman said as she cut me off.

"...of the same navy you are," I said as I extended my Letters and commission to her. She gasped as she snatched the documents from my extended hand, opening them up as her shoulders slumped in defeat before she rolled the papers up and threw them back at me as she grew outraged.

"THEN WHY THE BLOODY HELL ARE YOU SAILING UNDER FRENCH COLORS!" she bellowed loud enough to be heard in Florida.

"So more local French ships wouldn't run from us and give us false hope," I said as I kept my cool though this young female captain looked ready to run me through. "Might I assume you are Captain Morris of the Renegade?"

"You may," she snapped before offering a sarcastic, "And you are?"

"Lord Admiral Owen Hunt," I said as she finally allowed me to introduce myself. That made her draw drop as she looked over my ship, and at the force that was every bit an equal to her own. "I see you've heard my name as well."

"I-I-I...I have," she stammered out. "Saint Martin was aglow with talk of you while I repaired the Renegade's mast. Took a ship-of-the-line at sword point with no loss of life and with a mere brig. I'd sell my soul for a brig, let alone a ship-of-the-line."

"A good sloop is still a formidable vessel," I told her with a smile. "Speed and the ability to move more freely in the wind are more important than cannon."

"How so?" she asked me and I gave a sigh.

"If I'd had your speed I'd still have my ship-of-the-line," I told her and her face went slack as I relayed the fast galleon and flag galleon combination attack the Spanish had hit me with and how my ship-of-the-line had been crippled and sunk.

"So how'd you get this ship then?" she asked me as the ladies aboard snickered as I relayed that battle strategy. Watching the young captain go slack-jawed as her own crew tried and failed to suppress their laughter at hearing how my female crew played to their feminine wiles to get the male crew to lower their guard. Jasmine herself turned beet red as she crossed her arms with sword in hand as if to dare the opposing crew to leer at her which wisely no one did.

"Well, I guess we better get back to it," she said as the lines were cast off and she was sent on her way. We continued our travel northwest, but finally decided to settle in for the night once things quieted down. Moral had dipped some in the wake of finding nothing to plunder, so as the ship wound down everyone went their own way to wind down and meals were a quiet affair and quickly ate.

"Captain?" Jasmine said as she knocked on my door as I was removing my boots as I readied myself to go to bed. She opened the door at my request, seemingly nervous as Aladdin followed her inside. That both were here spoke volumes without saying a word, and that would only be for one thing.

"You know my one requirement," I said in the silence that followed as Jasmine seemed too nervous to speak and Aladdin...he seemed hurt as Jasmine turned and snarled something at him in Arabic that made him hang his head like a whipped pup as she turned back to face me.

For a moment, I wondered what was going to happen until Aladdin stepped forward behind Jasmine. I thought at first he might go to say something but then he reached under her arms for the vest's strings which he began to undo. Jasmine said not a word as Aladdin removed the vest and laid it aside before returning to Jasmine's tunic. He untied that as well, pulling it off and over her head. Like a horse, Aladdin raised each of Jasmine's feet to remove her boots, slowly stripping her of her clothes until he at last dropped her pants off her hips to leave her completely naked.

Jasmine then took a tentative step forward, away from Aladdin to me. I looked past the naked beauty to Aladdin who just hung his head, making no move to stop his wife as she offered herself to me as I reached out a hand and took hers to pull her to me. No word was said as I picked her up and set her on my bed then began to undo my pants and let them fall, my cock already rising to the occasion.

I had to admit that climbing on top of Jasmine as her husband watched was weird, but in the moment I felt it too odd to ask the man to leave as I parted Jasmine's legs with the presence of my body, her legs draped over my thighs as I positioned myself to take her. Her chest heaving as I pressed my cock against her womanhood and a hand on her shoulder, I began to push inside her velvety channel as she gasped and wriggled but I held her down and pressed into her. She let out a shriek as he tip broke into her tight channel, feeling almost virginal around my huge cock.

"Kabir…" she said as she panted as I let her get acquainted with the size of my cock. "Kabir jidana."

When her panting began to subside, I began to press into her again, stretching her tight pussy as I pressed deeper. Every push deeper made her cry out until I got fully seated in her hole, her body trembling as she babbled in Arabic, no sense at all being made in her words anymore. With my hands holding her steady, I began to slightly pump my cock in and out as she moaned and wriggled but otherwise accepted me as I fucked her.

Kneeling over her as I fucked a pussy that had known only one other cock, I felt in such a position of power that I slid my hands down from her shoulders to her large bare breasts and caressed them. Jasmine only moaned as I fondled her bare form, her nipples rock hard nubs in the light of the single candle I was using earlier to read by. Pinching a nub between my thumb and primary finger, she let out a loud gasp as her body trembled in orgasmic delight before letting out a loud shriek. Her spasming cunt brought me off as well and I pressed tight against her as I shot my cum deep inside her.

In the silence as she lay there panting, I heard the door open and close silently, only then remembering that I was fucking another man's wife in my bed and fondling her bare chest. I had a brief moment of panic, but Jasmine's legs wrapped firmly around my waist kept me seated deep inside her as her cunt milked my cock of every last drop before falling still. In the long moments that we held that position, no shouts of anger or the return of an angry husband marred the silence, just the content sighs of a contented woman as she panted to regain her breath.

"You...are...huge…" Jasmine said between pants as she finally seemed to regain her senses and open her eyes. "And so...powerful. Like a cannon shooting inside me."

"I imagine so," I told her, not knowing what a woman felt when a man shot inside her.

"I...I meant...to ask you," she said as she gathered herself as she wriggled into a slightly better position. "How often…"

"I would say as often as possible," I lied to her in the flickering light of my candle. I knew once a night was likely enough, but feeling her tight pussy around my cock was irresistible and of course there was that old adage of 'aim high, hit high' to think about. "Might be best for you to sleep with me for the duration until we're sure you're pregnant."

Jasmine didn't make a sound as she thought it over, but I thought it telling that she didn't immediately kick me off her either. My still rock hard cock wanted more of her tight cunt and so, with a small rocking motion, began to fuck her again. Her velvety walls were slick with cum and soon Jasmine was moaning as I held her large breasts and pounded her deep. Soon I had a good, fast rhythm as I pounded deep into her as I held and fondled her smooth and creamy breasts as Jasmine panted and moaned her way to orgasm. As my load built up to blow, Jasmine was again babbling in Arabic as I brought her to orgasm again, this time I leaned in low and kissed her as I began to blow my load. Knowing the beauty was desperate for a child, I pushed my tongue into her mouth which she quickly returned, our sensual kiss a hot and steamy cap as my cock pumped her insides full of cum. As my cock wilted inside her, I finally pulled back to see the smile quirk her lips and how into the whole thing she was as I openly fondled her breasts.

"Aren't you worried about my husband?" she said coyly as she relaxed into my soft bed.

"He left a good ten minutes ago," I told her and she gasped as she struggled to sit up and look to where Aladdin had been. It hit me then she hadn't heard him leave as I slid to the side, but she didn't try to leave my bed as I lay beside her. I expected her to hastily get dressed and run after him, but instead she pinched out the candle before settling down and cuddled in next to me as I spread the cover over us and our sweating bodies.

"I wanted him to stay," she pouted as I ran a hand over her bare hip.

"Hard thing to ask," I told her as she gave a sob. "He did offer you to me and wait till we finished before he left."

"Yeah," she said with a sigh before she rolled over to face me. "I don't guess you mind if I stay here for the duration?"

"I prefer it," I told her, pulling her back in close by pulling her bare butt to me until her chest was pressed against mine. "I intend to take you morning, noon and night until she carry my child and teach you a few different positions."

"You've read the Kama Sutra?" she asked curiously and I chuckled.

"I've known a few who have," I responded, trying not to admit to my modern training. Jasmine already knew I was more than I seemed and was smart enough to figure it out given the chance. "The things I can do to you, things you can do for me."

"Tomorrow," she said with a sigh as she relaxed into my arms and was soon fast asleep. It was only then I began to realize she had acquiesced to every one of my demands and even wanted to share my bed until we were sure. She was, for all intents and purposes, my wife for the next month and was willing to learn every debauched thing I knew about sex.

Life was good.

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