Chapter 49 – Unexpected Turns
July 28, 1660

It was Jasmine who woke me the next morning as she rolled to face me, a lifetime of light sleeping in the sleeper of my truck as I always seemed to be waiting for either someone to mess with the load or some idiot greenhorn to back into me. The former meant a call to the cops to try and catch the perps while I took pictures from the seat for evidence while the latter meant I usually had to run them down and get their license plate number to report them to the cops. Either way, someone moving around usually woke me up but Jasmine's next move kept me awake as she began to fondle my cock. I lay there while she fondled my cock into a rock hard meat stick, then turn back over as she pressed her butt into it and guided the tip with her hand. Deciding to play along, I rolled slightly to slightly mount her as I slid it home in her cunt, then held still to let her see what she was going to do next.

For a moment Jasmine seemed to not know what to do, then began to wriggle her hips to get some motion going. I lay there and did nothing while Jasmine used my cock to pleasure herself though I really wanted to give it to her hard and furious. Laying there doing nothing was its own torture while Jasmine moaned and pleasured herself, but as she climaxed I let go and shot my seed inside her as she fell silent to pant in the darkness, then likely had to wonder how she was going to get free now that I was pinning her to the bed.

We were saved from having to figure out what to do when the night watch signaled five bells and sunrise was imminent. I pretended to stretch and yawn, taking my face down and into Jasmine as something I had done absently in the night.

"Apologies," I said as I rolled off her to let her roll to face me. "I didn't mean to pin you."

"It's alright," she said as she snuggled close to me. "I didn't mind."

"Ready to learn something new?" I asked her and she raised her head, either realizing a mistake or realizing she had gotten away with her pleasure.

"Sure," she finally said as she likely figured she had gotten away with it. I rolled to lay on my back and pushed the covers down to reveal my soft cock as I told her how to suck me off.

"And why would I do that?" she asked me with a hint of accusation and disdain.

"Well, part of receiving pleasure is also giving it," I said as I hedged a bet. "This is part of a two part pleasure giving that I think you'll like."

Jasmine looked skeptical but eventually moved down to my cock. Holding my soft rod in her hand that was still covered in her own juices, she began to suck on the tip as I had instructed. Once it was good and hard, I then had her stop before having her lay out in the center of the bed with her feet off the end. I then positioned myself at her head where I then had her suck me off again as I leaned over and ate her out as she moaned and enjoyed herself. As she began to climax, I felt my own cock ready to shoot its load but held back as I brought Jasmine off with a muffled scream. I pushed off and tried to rise as I shot my first load into Jasmine's throat, barely getting my cock out of her mouth as it shot its second and third on her face before I tugged the last drops out over her chest.

"Gah," Jasmine squawked as she was forced to swallow my cum to clear out her mouth and throat that left her panting from being strangled. It was only when she had a chance to recover and run a finger over the cum on her face and chest that she finally got a chance to say, "What a waste."

"Well, I do make more of it," I told her as she sat up on the edge of the bed as she looked mournfully at the spent seed and eyed the bowl of water by the bed to clean up with. I cut her off as I stepped off the bed, grabbing her by her knees as I forced her to lay back on the bed. She gave me a playful smile as I lined up and inserted myself into her cunt, then seemed to take my teachings to heart as she played with her nipples as I made her tits bounce as I gave her a good fucking until she came as I gave her another helping of my cum.

Afterwards, I let her clean herself up as I got the day underway as we neared Saint Kitts. As the day neared noon, we sighted sails in the distance which turned out to be connected to a well armed royal sloop that turned to face us. We ran our guns out with grape shot and readied our swords with plenty of time to spare but I didn't like that the other captain was about to pull the same trick I had once used if I did what he expected me to.

"Load the starboard side and set for a long shot," I told Shang who nodded as he passed the word along. The starboard battery was also loaded and set for a long distance as our two ships came closer, but the tension aboard was palpable.

As we came board and board, Shang, Mulan and Merida fired the cannons in sequence on the slightly shorter ship, the small bits of metal brutal as their cannons fired back, more than one silent as its gunnery crew were killed by my cannons. The captain then turned away, probably expecting me to follow but at my order Ariel turned us away from the sloop to circle us back around. It was only then that the captain's draw dropped as my cannons began firing again while he shouted to turn to match but my gunners were excellent marksman and decimated the ship as we came into chase once more but their spirits were now broken with so many dead that they gave up and striked their colors.

They said nothing as they were fleeced and set to rowing for Saint Kitts and my crew set about to fleecing the ship before we sank it. The captain, may he rest in pieces, kept an impressive collection of books I had transferred over to the my stateroom but Timon came for me after going down to set the scuttling charge. I followed him down into the hold then aft to the stern, where I found what Timon wanted to show me.

Inside the brig, sitting on a chair that had to be borrowed from the captain's stateroom, was a knockout of a young woman dressed in a red silk crop top with matching skirt held up by a large golden chain belt. She certainly wasn't what I expected to find locked up in a ship's brig, the captain's cabin maybe, but was a very fine specimen of womanly beauty with her honey hued skin, luscious black hair, cherry red lips and emerald colored eyes. She reminded me heavily of Gal Gadot, if only a hair shorter I found as the woman stood at my approach, but far curvier and more sultry as if she were sex on heels.

"Miss," I said as I took in her outfit as I tried to place its country of skirt not the loose style favored by belly dancers but was almost a form fitting pencil design going down to her ankles and the way she wore her hair reminded me of Elizabeth Taylor in Cleopatra; long black bowl cut with two braids in the front draped over her collarbone.

"Charm, glamour, and such virility," she said in a sultry voice with a sexy smile across her face as she saw me approach. "You must be the captain."

"I am," I said as she chuckled softly, no fear or concern in her voice. "Why did the English lock you in the brig?"

"You'd have to ask them," she responded as she kept her secrets to herself.

"Timon, the ship's log," I said to my first mate. "They'll likely have the reason for her incarceration."

"No fun," the woman said sultrily as she turned away as Timon left us. She sat back in her chair as Timon retrieved the log, soon returning with the ledger and showing me the woman's entry.

"Ah, here it is," I said as I read the cursive writing. "Twenty-third of July. Engaged the caravel 'Morbia' seen leaving vicinity of Montserrat flying no colors. Ship destroyed in broadside, single survivor pulled from the water. Given name, Mirazh. Taking her back to Saint Kitts for trial."

"What I get for abandoning ship at the first opportunity," the woman named Mirazh said as she eyed me. "Trying to save my own hide."

"So, how did you get aboard that ship then?" I asked her as her smile deepened.

"The pirates raided Montserrat where I had been living," the woman told me as she leaned back in her chair. "There was a chest in the longboat with me, but I don't know what the English did with it. I'd like it back, if I could."

"I suppose you'd like to be dropped off in Montserrat?" I asked her and she shrugged.

"If I have my chest, anywhere is fine with me," she told me as Timon held up a keyring.

"Found these, figured I'd hang on to 'em," he told me as I gestured for him to unlock the cell door. Once it was unlocked, Mirazh and I began combing the ship for her chest before finally finding it in the ship's lazarette. After kneeling in front of it, she pulled a key from under her hair in what I could only assume was a hidden pocket in her crop top and unlocked the chest. Inside was an array of small boxes and farming equipment that she quickly shut the lid on and re-locked before hiding the key in the pocket I had surmised was there that was cleverly hidden where no one would see it.

With Mirazh's help, the smallish woman proving herself quite strong as she hefted her half of the chest with ease, we moved the chest to the Wanton Queen with relative ease giving credence to her story that she was trying to flee the ship. I had to figure it held something of value but Mirazh had yet to advertise its contents as it was set on the main deck of my ship as the rest of the ship was fleeced and the rest of chests were ransacked for valuables. The scuttling charge set, Timon soon came scurrying back aboard as we cast off and left the sloop behind before sailing off and watching the ship list and dive below the water.

"Good riddance," Mirazh stated as the ship disappeared beneath the waves.

"Let's get you situated," I told my new passenger.

"If you don't mind," Mirazh said as she turned to me. "I'd like to store my chest in your stateroom. I'm sure it'll be secure there where I can access it as needed."

"My stateroom offers little in the way of privacy," I told her but she gave me a devil-may-car smile.

"All you have to do is follow," she said cattily as I picked up her chest and took it into my stateroom where it was set by my desk. Mirazh again opened her chest to finally reveal its many contents, most prominent of which were a wide array of small gardening tools strapped onto chest's lid along with a devilish looking set of short swords that made me do a double take. Bound in a leather sheath, the two hilts protruded from either end to indicate they were not the same weapon but had blades that were no more than two to two and a half feet long if not significantly shorter.

Inside the chest was another matter entirely as it seemed lined with dozens of various sized boxes, one of which Mirazh opened to show it was filled with hundreds of crystal vials full of differing colored liquids that she ran a hand over with a satisfied smile before closing it and pulling out another similar box that likewise contained hundreds of vials of liquid each stopped with a cork stopper. It was only when I looked once again at the contents that it hit me that the cloth bags likely didn't carry gold but seed.

"A witch?" I said as I tried to process the information.

"Not a term I prefer," she said as she pulled the swords from the lid before shutting and locking the chest back up. "Too many closed minded people would burn me at the stake but you seem the type to use my services."

"Pardon?" I said as she chuckled as she stood shook her head even as she smiled.

"As I said," she said as she stepped to press herself along my side as she run her free hand over my manhood to make it strain my britches and hurt from the effort of trying to stand for the lady. "Charm and glamour to entice any woman you want to your bed and virility powerful enough to ensure she's pregnant unless she's past bearing age."

"Oh," I said as that sank in and my mind went to Rapunzel. "How virile are we talking?"

"I'd say once you slept with a woman, at least one of your seed will produce an offspring in her unless something happens," Mirazh told me as she looked me over with a piercing gaze. "It's usually one of the many things I get men asking me for, but I never seen them applied so powerfully before. Makes me want to know by whom and what you had to do in exchange."

"And what would you offer for that information?" I said cattily as it brought her eyes up to mine. I could practically see her mind weighing the risk of my question with the results even as I reached behind my back to the hand that still held her swords. She let go of them as I pulled them from her grasp, her eyes never leaving mine even as I set the swords against the wall, her hand rubbing my aching cock along its full length as if weighing whether she wanted it.

"Anything," she finally breathed as I turned and put both hands on her ass.

"Anything?" I questioned her as I lifted her from her feet by her backside and began carrying her into my private cabin and onto my bed where I set her down as she nodded her acceptance. Her chest heaved as I untied her crop top and set it aside to reveal her large rack as her own sexual drive kicked into high gear. Removing her belt and skirt gave her legs freedom to part to allow me to loom large over her as my fingers quickly dropped my pants to free my cock from its fabric prison.

"Then I want you," I told her as I rubbed my cock against her pussy that was slick with her own desire that made her catch her breath before she let out a moan of desire as it occurred to me that she she was the perfect bridge in what I did and didn't know. "Your body, your mind, your magic. Always"

"Then take me," she said to seal our deal as I pressed my cock against her pussy, her legs wrapped around my waist and pulling me into her embrace. "I'm yours."

With the deal sealed, I pressed into her even as it clicked in my mind that Calypso's magic was probably influencing her decision. Was it my fault? I decided I didn't care as my cock pressed into her tight velvety walled prison as Mirazh moaned her pleasure as I seated myself deep into her. My cock ached for release as I began to pump her cunt as Mirazh panted and whimpered, finally climaxing as I shot a baby making load deep inside her. It occurred to me post nut that maybe she could stop the pregnancy with something, but decided to leave her body up to her as I had what I wanted.

"They do good work," she said as she panted under me. "So, you want me to carry your child as well?"

"That's up to you," I told her to make her smile and confirm my suspicion that she did indeed have something for that.

"We'll see," she said as she sat up on her elbows to look down where a glob of my semen spilled out as I pulled my rod out of her. Seeing her rub the excess into her thigh instead of letting it spill onto the bed was hot and spoke of a familiarity with sex, but I didn't press her on it. "So, who did your magic?"

"Calypso," I told her and her smile faded with that one word and panic set in her face.

"Calypso?" she said as she looked down to her snatch as she brought her fingers up to inspect something. Watching her in that moment made me realize there was something more to Mirazh herself as her eyes seemed to glow with an inner green light as she inspected the cum on her fingers, then look to me as if realizing something.

"Calypso is the only one to have set spells on you?" she asked me pointedly, her tone as serious as I nodded my head as her eyes lost their glow.

"I met her in port," I said as I gave her a washed down version of how we met, including turning down her initial offer to watch the boats sail in a world where I couldn't though I didn't explain why. Her eyes briefly once again glowed as she studied me once more to make me think that it was connected to some spell she was doing to see beyond the normal and make connections through magic, but I didn't press her on it.

"So she gave you these spells and influenced your life to put you in command?" she asked for clarity and I nodded. "With nothing in return?"

"Save for being in the Caribbean at this moment, that's it," I told her as she huffed and laid back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

"Captain?" Jasmine said as she opened the door to my private cabin. I could only guess in the silence of the moment she hadn't thought I'd be with someone. However, at seeing me standing over a naked Mirazh she immediately blushed but stood there in her shock as she took in the scene. Mirazh took in Jasmine standing there at a glance, then quickly rolled off the bed and grabbed her clothes.

"Come see me when you're finished," she purred to a still startled Jasmine as Mirazh put a hand to Jasmine's stomach. "I'll take care of your problem."

Mirazh then left to get dressed in the stateroom, leaving Jasmine just as shocked as she had been and probably more so with the former's quick departure and cryptic message. Still, seeing her standing there with my cock out and still with a raging boner from Mirazh's manipulations, I decided it was time to pull Jasmine out of her reverie and satisfy an urge as I pulled her onto the bed and undressed her to her skin before giving her it to her twice in quick succession before the one-eyed monster decided it was sated.

"Do you think she can help?" Jasmine asked me as she began to put her clothes back on.

"She thinks she can," I said, though if Mirazh was right I had already gotten Jasmine pregnant. Jasmine fell silent after that, getting dressed in silence before leaving me to the thought that with as much as I had done Jasmine since she asked me to get her pregnant, she might be having my children one after the next for the rest of her life.

Something I'd heard once when I was still young had me concerned that it was possible my virile swimmers had not just swam the raging river to the fertile spawning pool but back up the waterfall to the source spring and done their job there. If I had the story right, my cousin's embryo had started to develop not in the womb but the tubes leading to the womb which prompted doctors to move it to the womb via surgery before it killed my aunt. As I didn't want Jasmine to die via my own stupidity, after a brief rest I sought out Mirazh and asked her who had her own private chuckle as I pitched the idea to her.

"No," she said as she confirmed my fears baseless. "The magic ends with each pregnancy and also ensures the mother isn't harmed either."

"Good," I said as I looked down at Mirazh as she ran a hand over the rails as she looked back over the crew.

"Storm tomorrow," she said as she turned her eyes to the sky. "We'll need to put into port to survive lest we sink."

"I'll have Ariel steer us for land and look for one," I said as she nodded then turned to face me as if she had more to say.

"But," she said, heaving a sigh as if she didn't want to say what was to come. "If Calypso has sent you here, now, then she knows what's to come and has chosen you as her champion."

"Champion?" I asked her and she sighed.

"The rules gods follow are...nuanced," she said as she tried to explain it and shrugged. "Even I have rules. I can't die, but I can't walk a bloody swath through your enemies either. I'm not allowed to even attack those not attacking me. Calypso has the same problem. As a god, she could swamp her enemies ships with a smirk of her lip but she isn't allowed to effect people's lives like that."

"So, she brought me here to fight for her?" I asked and Mirazh nodded.

"I can usually see people's past, it's part of the magic of who I am now, but all I see in your past is Captain Talland kicking you to the deck of the Badger."

"You can't see my life before that?" I asked her and she shook her head.

"All I can see is an allegory of a forest and a river, a leaf falling into the river full of leaves, a bird grabbing that leaf and carrying it over the forest to fall back into the river further upstream but it makes no sense to me."

"It does to me," I said with a smile as I caught the truth behind it.

"Care to explain it to me?" she asked and I shrugged before checking no one was nearby.

"Another time, maybe," I said as I looked around the crowded deck. "So, Calypso can't fight her own battles without a champion, which appears to be me. Fight against whom? Pirates? What can they do to challenge her?"

"I do not know," Calypso said with a sigh as Merida approached us.

"Ready for ye training, swabbie?" the young red haired Scot asked the immortal Egyptian. I could have laughed if Mirazh didn't take it with a serious nod and left me to learn her position as swab and plunger on the cannon crew under Merida to make herself useful in coming battles. That left me to wonder why Calypso had brought me here other than fulfilling my fantasy after heading Ariel further northwest.

That question haunted me for the rest of the day, endlessly asking it over and over in my head as I tried to approach it. Why would Calypso, who was still alive in three hundred and fifty years, send me back to this point now? Sure, I got to live the good life aboard a ship and sail a large sailing ship which is so rare in my time that Old Ironsides herself was never sailed properly because no one knew how. Beside that, if movies and experts were to be believed, history couldn't be changed by a person traveling to the past, and she was still alive in three hundred years.

Still...alive?

That realization came to me in the dark of my stateroom as I sat with a mug of tea and mulled it over. By surviving what was to come, Calypso was in a position of power and maybe, just maybe, could see my past where others couldn't or maybe knew to look for me in times to come and was just drawn to a 'man of the sea' as she called it and didn't piece it together until I rejected her initial advance.

But the here and now? Calypso had said the pirates were gathering against her, enough that she wanted them dead. Silver had wanted Hook for something, maybe they knew something...some way...to rip the immortality from a god and kill her. The problem was, the answer was likely only gathered from a pirate and I didn't walk that line. The one of the only two pirates I knew and had met would likely kill me if we crossed paths again while the other would likely never be found.

I was so lost in thought that I didn't even hear Jasmine entering the stateroom and surely didn't realize she was naked until she sat in my lap to bring me out of my reverie with a kiss. Setting aside the reasons I was here, I allowed Jasmine to lead me back to my private cabin where she began using what I had taught her to suck me off until I pulled out and blew all over face and chest. She then crawled onto the bed as I stripped the last of my clothes off and grabbed the headboard to present her ass to me as I got behind her and slipped inside that tight cunt.

"Slap me," Jasmine moaned as I fucked her tight hole. Jasmine's moans got higher in pitch as I gave her ass a few slaps as she seemed to really enjoy it.

"More," Jasmine moaned as as she bowed her head as I slapped her ass all the harder and she shivered in ecstasy. With seeming free reign, I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back as I slapped her ass again. Jasmine moaned in delight as I spanked her ass a bright red, finally letting go of the headboard as I held her body up by her hair as she grabbed at her breasts. She then climaxed, her back arched and chest out as I held my cock deep inside her and painted her womb with more of my cum.

I lowered Jasmine's head to the bed softly as she regained her senses, but my cock still ached for release. Seeing her in that position, head down and ass up, I pulled my cum slicked cock out and rubbed it against her back entrance to start lubricating the almost impenetrable barrier. After several more plunges into her cum slicked cunt for more lube, I finally lined up and began to push in as Jasmine let out a pained groan, but I didn't stop until the tip of my cock was once again buried in her ass.

"Yes," Jasmine moaned as I held my cock still to let her adjust to the new feeling and let her stretch so I didn't hurt her more than necessary before she moaned out, "More."

As I wasn't sure she knew what she was asking for, I was careful as I pressed deeper into her ass in case she wanted it to stop or I began to hurt her but Jasmine just moaned and grunted as she took inch after inch of my cock as I pumped it ever deeper into her virgin ass until I was buried to the scrotum inside her. Pulling it back out, Jasmine let out a sigh as before I began to long stroke her as I bent over her back and grabbed her breasts.

"Yeah," she moaned as gave it to her as she seemingly fell in love with anal sex, her body writhing in ecstasy as I fucked her harder than I thought an anal virgin could ever handle. All to soon it seemed I was ready to blow my load so I pulled out and blew all over her ass and back but one look at her ass had me plunging back in without warning to make Jasmine stand up on her knees with a yelp.

Jasmine craned her neck to kiss me as I again cupped her breasts, her hands over mine as I pinched her nipples. An idea had me dipping a hand to her dripping cunt where I began fingering her. Jasmine's moans hit a fever pitch as I fingered her cunt like a bowling ball and she began twisting and pinching her nipples as she panted and moaned, finally letting a yowl as she climaxed though my cock still ached for more.

Jasmine seemed spent as I lowered her sweaty body to the bed, turning her onto her back to leave her tit side up before kneeling over her chest. Jasmine seemed confused as I pressed her breasts together over my cock and began pumping my cock between her breasts, but I was still close to climaxing as I used her body to pleasure myself. When it came time for me to climax, I pulled my cock from between her breasts and gave the lovely mounds a helping of cream that Jasmine rubbed into her skin.

Finally spent, I lay down next to her and pulled the cover over us as Jasmine blew out the candle before snuggling tight against me, her soft mewling telling me she had enjoyed herself as she went to sleep in my arms. I spent a few minutes enjoying the memory of using her body to pleasure myself before falling asleep myself, tired and content with the days activities.