Piracy in its Purest Form

It had been a long day for Hector Barbossa. Too long. He had finally been able to secure the final pawn needed to ensure that his upcoming plan could not fail, and there was only one thing he wanted now. The company of a woman. It was not just any woman he desired, though.

"Karina," he greeted with a smile as the very woman he desired entered the room he had rented for the night. He had not been entirely sure she would come, but he had sent her an invitation nonetheless.

The woman before him was a rare beauty. The graceful curl of her long black hair reminded him of the waves of the sea, and her body had more of a curve to it than any Cutlass sword. Beyond all of her beauty, though, lay a heart more pure than any pirate deserved. If ever he could love a woman, it would be her, but he doubted even she would stand by his side once he told her what he planned to do the following morning. However, he was not ready to tell her about that just yet.

"Hector," the lovely woman replied with a lovely smile to match his, her voice so sweet it seemed almost angelic to the pirate who was used to far rougher company. "It's been far too long. You promised me you'd settle down one day."

Barbossa could hear the sadness in her voice at the last statement, and he rose from the chair he had been seated in to comfort her. He took her tenderly into his arms and looked into her glistening hazel eyes that seemed to be fighting back the fall of tears. "Dearest," he murmured softly for someone usually so much more gruff. "I've a plan. I promise ye. Just one more treasure hunt. Then, we'll have enough money to settle down. Ye'll see."

Karina let out a sigh of disappointment and pouted, chiding, "That's what you always say." She loved the man before her, although if anyone asked her why, she doubted that she would be able to explain her feelings for him. She knew that with her beauty she could attract a man of respect and high ranking. She knew that she could do better than a pirate, and a first mate at that, but she did not want better. She wanted the man standing before her.

Hector smiled softly. Karina was not wrong. He had made promises in the past that he had not been able to keep, but if his plan for the morning went perfectly then it would indeed lead to a treasure large enough that he could finally settle down with her. She was the only woman he had ever met who made him feel like he could leave the sea and settle down on dry land. He answered her sincerely, "I know what I've told ye before, but I mean it this time. I'm asking ye to trust me."

Karina buried her head in the pirate's chest to hide the tears beginning to fall from her eyes. Did he not understand? She took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself, and as she did she took in the smell of saltwater and seaweed from his clothes. That very smell was the reason she sometimes spent hours at night walking along the beach. He smelled of the sea, and the only way she could feel close to him when he was away was to surround herself with that smell. She loved it. She loved him.

As he felt his shirt grow damp, he knew that Karina was trying to hide her tears from him, and he wrapped her into a warm embrace and kissed the top of her head. Her hair smelled like roses. He whispered into her soft, dark curls, "Ye know I love ye, right?" The words felt awkward on his tongue as he admitted them, but it was the truth even so. "Everything I've been doing...it's all been for ye."

Somehow that confession only made Karina's tears fall faster, and her bottom lip began to tremble. "If...If you love me...then why do you leave me for so long?" she asked in anguish.

Hector sighed quietly at the query. He did not expect that she would ever understand the lengths he was going to for them to be together, but he replied honestly. "It hurts me te be away from ye for so long too, but how can I ever be worthy of ye if I've no money to offer ye?" He stopped himself to gain his own composure before he choked up and only managed to whisper the rest, "How can I ask ye to marry me if I've nothing to me name other than 'pirate'?"

At that, Karina stopped sobbing and looked up at him with big brown eyes that were still red from the tears. "M-Marry me?" She could not believe what she had just heard. "D-Do you mean it?"

A small and gentle smile formed on Barbossa's otherwise harsh face, and he nodded. "Aye, I mean it."

"Oh!" Karina exclaimed earnestly, "Hector, I love you so much!" Despite his confirmation, she could barely believe it. He was finally asking her. Maybe he really did mean "just one last treasure hunt" this time. Maybe he was serious about finally settling down with her.

Hector gently cupped the woman's porcelain cheek in his calloused hand and leaned down to kiss her. After a moment she allowed him to slip his tongue inside of her mouth. She tasted like apples. He could feel her chest heaving against his in their passionate kiss, and he couldn't resist sliding a hand up and squeezing her breast. Gods, he wanted her. He knew she was still a virgin, and he had wanted to wait until their wedding night to honor her purity, but the bulging in his breeches was making it harder and harder for him to think rationally.

Karina moaned as the pirate's tongue explored her mouth, and she could feel her own body beginning to respond with a lustful desire for more. She had never experienced such a response when courted by the men with whom her family had tried to match her. Her loins were moist with desire, and she could feel Hector's manhood pressing firmly against her, letting her know he was feeling the same. She had never been with a man before, and as a Christian woman she had intended to save herself until her wedding night, but she didn't think she could bear to wait for Hector's return. He had been away for four months this last time. It had felt like an eternity.

"Hector," Karina said longingly as she gazed up into the man's eyes. "I want you. Please. I can't wait. Not any longer. I need you."

That was all the convincing it took for Barbossa to act on his carnal desire. Though his fingers were used to untying the laces of a woman's dress with deft expertise, he had waited far too long for this moment to have the patience for such a trifle. Resigning to buy Karina a new dress as he continued to kiss her passionately, he grabbed the thin and lacy fabric where it seductively curved down to show the slightest glimpse of cleavage and ripped it.

Karina gasped in shock as the bodice of her dress tore open and her breasts were revealed. She had never been one to wear a corset. They were far too restraining, and she was someone who preferred to have more freedom in all aspects of her life. She was about to ask him what he was doing, but she forgot any thought that had been about to form in its entirety when he took her nipple into his mouth and began to suckle it. She felt her hand tightening in his hair as she held his head to her breast. "Please...don't stop...oh god!"

As he flicked his tongue across the erect nipple he was suckling in his mouth, he let his hand venture up the woman's dress. Her undergarments were also not something he cared to take the time to properly remove either. Grabbing her bloomers by the crotch, he gave them a good tug until the seam gave way and his fingers were able to tease the little nub that rested between her legs. His manhood started throbbing in his breeches as he felt how wet her pussy already was for him.

The young woman began to writhe in pleasure when she felt Barbossa's fingers rubbing against her clit, and she found herself instinctively grinding against them. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. She cried out in desire, "Hector...please...oh god...I want you inside of me!"

Barbossa did not need any more convincing than that. Still playing with the nub between her legs, he used his free hand to undo his belt and remove his breeches. His cock was fully erect. Luckily, he had spent his nights at sea thinking of the woman before him and pleasuring himself, so this would be no quick fuck. He gazed into Karina's eyes as he picked her up and sat her down on top of the very table he had been sitting at when she walked into the room. He could not hide the longing in his voice as he replied, "I'll not lie. Thinking of this moment is what's kept me going while I've been away." He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I've dreamt o' your sweet pussy." He rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit before slipping it inside of her sopping wet pussy. He felt the resistance of her intact little hymen for only a moment before he had successfully thrust through it. The warmth of both her pussy and her maidenhead's blood surrounding his shaft was more intoxicating than rum, and he began thrusting his cock in and out of her pussy as he fucked her right there on the table.

Karina had been confused when Hector had sat her down on the table. This was not a bed, and everything she had been told of sex was missionary style. She was not surprised the pirate knew the ways of the world, but this had not at all been what she had imagined. She had been about to protest the position when he had whispered in her ear and she'd melted again in lustful desire once more, and more than that, she trusted him. She gasped in pain as she felt the phallic flesh push through her feminine barrier. It hurt, but she had expected that. She had not, however, expected his manhood to be able to fill her so entirely, nor to give her so much carnal delight. Without even thinking, she wrapped her legs around Barbossa's waist to hold him inside of her and wrapped her arms around his neck for support.

Hector expertly held the gorgeous woman before him so that she did not fall off of the table as he quickened the rhythm of his cock thrusting deep inside of her. The sight of her buxom boobs bouncing in response to the force of his member pumping its way in and out of her tight pussy made him groan as he fought back the urge to spill his seed inside of her.

Karina had found the thrusting to be painful at first, and she had dug her nails in the back of his shoulders in response, but now she was starting to grind her hips in rhythm with the thrusts. She had never dreamt it would feel this good. She found herself begging in ecstasy, "Harder! Fuck me harder!"

Hector, being the gentleman that he was, acquiesced to her request. He pounded his cock harder into the tight pussy that was sopping wet from his expertise at finding the female pleasure spot with each stroke. Pleased with himself, he grinned. "I take it you like the feel o' me cock plundering your cunt?"

Karina moaned in pure bliss, and she cried out in rapture, "Oh, God, yes!" as her cunt began to rhythmically tighten around the cock that was pounding it.

When Barbossa felt Karina's pussy clench in that familiar, pleasurable rhythm against his member almost like ripples across the water, he could not resist the urge any longer. With one last thrust, he spilt his seed inside of her. Gasping for breath as his whole body shook with pleasure, he uttered, "I love ye, Karina." It was not an easy thing for him to say, but he meant it.

With her legs still wrapped firmly around his waist to prevent him from slipping out of her, she replied sincerely, "I love you, too, Hector." With her arms wrapped around his neck she pulled herself closer and kissed him deeply.

Barbossa did not want this moment to end. He knew that what he planned in the morning could bring his death if not executed properly. He gently rested his forehead against hers, and asked softly, "Was it...what ye expected?", afraid he might have disappointed her by not being more gentle her first time.

She answered honestly, "No." She waited a moment, knowing he had asked in fear that he had disappointed her, and then grinned. "It was better than I could have ever dreamt it to be." He was the only man who had ever made her feel like she could be herself. She did not want the night to end, and she knew that, come morning, he would be gone again. Curious, she asked, "Where are you headed when you leave on the morrow?"

Hector sighed softly as he answered, "Ye don't want te know, love." In the morning, he planned to get the last bit of information he needed from Jack Sparrow regarding the location of Isla de Muerta, and once he had it, he had already arranged a mutiny with the rest of the crew. By this time tomorrow, he hoped to be the Captain of the Black Pearl.

Karina, who clearly disagreed, replied firmly, "Yes, I do." She met the pirate's evasive gaze. "You'll not leave me for another four months and not tell me where you've gone." Her bottom lip began to tremble at the thought. "Please."

Barbossa pulled himself away from her embrace, but in doing so was faced with the sight of the blood of her maidenhead glistening on his now flaccid member. His stomach clenched with guilt, a feeling only she seemed to be able to elicit. Groaning in defeat, he reached for his breeches to cover himself up before gently taking Karina's hand in his. Looking down into her hazel eyes that were begging him for the truth, he tried his best to explain just that to her. "I be after a treasure that's on an island that cannot be found except by those who already know where it is."

Karina gasped in horror. "Hector...that sounds dreadfully dangerous! How do you plan on finding it then?"

Barbossa winced at her response, but he managed to continue. "Jack knows where it be. Once he tells me, and I already have a plan that'll make 'em, then I'll be able te find the island as well."

Karina's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped as she started to piece together the full extent of what was being said. "Wait...Hector...what you're talking about is mutiny! You're planning on tricking your captain into divulging his secrets and stealing his treasure!"

The pirate looked down at his bootstraps in guilt. "Karina, it be the only way. That treasure...it's wealth beyond what ye can imagine. We can finally have a life."

The young woman felt suddenly aware of how naked she was and did her best to pull her dress back together to cover her breasts. She continued fiercely, "It's betrayal! It's wrong, and you know it!" Insulted, she jumped off of the table and confronted the man to his face. "Do you really think I care only about money? I've forsaken everything for you! I'd live on a ship if it meant being with you! I only want you, Hector! Damn the money, and damn the bloody mutiny!"

Barbossa gathered his courage and looked up from his bootstraps. She did not understand. He tried to explain, but the words just did not want to come to him. "Karina...ye don't understand...fer me te ask ye to marry me...I've nothing...I'm worth…" His voice dropped to a whisper, "...nothing."

Karina grabbed the pirate's coat, which was hanging on the back of the chair he had been sitting on when she had arrived, and threw it on to cover herself. "If you betray Jack just for money because you think that's what it'll take to make you worthy of me, then you are, indeed, worth nothing," she spat vehemently. With that, she stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her.

Barbossa hung his head in shame. The evening had not gone at all as he had planned. Hopefully, tomorrow would go better. "Ye'll see, Karina. Once I get me hands on that Aztec gold, we'll be able te have a life together." She may say she didn't care about money now, or that she was willing to live on a ship with him, but he knew better. She would resent him with time. The only way he could keep her love was to secure a comfortable life for her. "It's the only way," he whispered to himself, reaffirming his decision to continue with his mutinous plan come morning.