Oh hai thar!
Thanks for the reviews and best wishes, etc etc. I added more stuff to this chapter, corrected some grammar errors. I hope to get Ch 3 up by Thursday. If I don't, follow the directions in the next mini paragraph.
Ah, would it kill you guys to occasionally send me some message along the lines of "omg, you lazy ass, update already." It wouldn't kill me to receive something like that, I promise. I'm not a china doll. My feelings don't break easily or anything. I have no excuse not to update at the moment. Also, tell me if I'm starting to suck, and how. I kinda set a standard on my stuff with the first chapter, and if I don't meet the expectations you made after reading the first chapter, explain then verbally kick my ass.
"I'm so horny, the crack of dawn better watch out!" – Tom Waits
The Kid pirates woke up to exceedingly bright morning sunlight that graciously poured through the windows that seemed to have doubled in size since the night before. In addition to this, the chirping of birds outside set every man's teeth on edge and made him want to bash his head against the wall. Kid and Killer had first dibs on the few bathrooms in the room, and took a great deal of pleasure in making the rest of the crew wait. The wimpy members of the crew had to fight the urge to vomit due to the strong odor of some other man's dinner lingering in the restroom. After freshening up as best they could, the pirates wandered through town, stocking up on supplies and porn mags. Porn is pretty serious when you're stuck on a ship with no women for miles, which brought the captain's thoughts to his new crew member. She seemed like a charming enough woman who had the looks to keep a man occupied for hours. But just hours, not days or weeks. She had a point in just picking up a prostitute. They'd be a lot cheaper, easy to change out and probably even more compliant. With that in mind, he instructed a few of his men to go find some cheap, pretty things to keep them occupied until the next island.
Killer had little interest in women or intercourse. Or so it appeared to his crew mates and the rest of the world. He had his tastes, which didn't include the softcore pornos that excited his peers or the hardcore bondage that aroused his captain. Sure, as a younger teen he could stare at those magazines for hours, but soon enough, he wanted something more extreme. BDSM caught his interest as he became stronger and more aggressive. He kept searching for more explicit, more graphic material. Some time after he joined the crew, violent sketches failed to completely excite him. The horrors of the pages were far more exciting in reality. Now, only the shrill screams, the thud of bodies falling before him, and sheer physical exertion could bring any excitement. Pain is pleasure, especially for the giver. A fair face rolled away from its even fairer body with an aroused Killer standing over his achievement. The masked pirate prided himself on the hunt. Not once did the girl suspect a follower! Killer unzipped his pants and claimed his prize. After using her two orifices, he went ahead and slashed open a third, which he made thorough use of. Still parked in the cooling girl, Killer contemplated the idea of leaving the body out for the marines to discover. To what new amount would his bounty increase? Would this even be considered his work? What horror would descend among the people of this island? The last thought brought him over the edge. A fine idea, but his captain wouldn't appreciate having the island swarming with marines. Killer wiped himself off with the clean shreds of the girl's clothes and prepared to dispose of the body, which he decided to leave her high in a tree where wild animal could feast. One day, long after the Kid pirates have left the island, the girl's remains would fall, hopefully on the head of some unsuspecting pedestrian, and leave the island in terror for days. These common, bland islands gave Killer a clean canvas for him to make such exciting horrors. With his lust and imagination satisfied, Killer returned to his usual self.
The small group of Kid pirates assigned with the task of finding some prostitutes debated on the pros and cons of raiding a brothel. They came to the conclusion that this was a most fantastic idea, but should be carried out on the day they planned to leave. Using the money the captain had loaned them for this mission, they staked out the brothels with the prettiest girls and came to the conclusion that the brothel near the dock not only had the finest sets of tits on the island, but it was also very convenient for a snatch and dash, and there were many fine snatches to dash off with. The boys set off to find their captain and tell him of their plan.
Around lunchtime, Rusla woke with a nasty headache. After dragging herself to the shitty mirror in her shitty room filled with shitty stains, she took a look at her fine nude image and grinned. She pulled out a stick of incense and lit it, enjoying the sweet, smoky smell that filled her room. Small streams of sunlight filtered into the dark, hot, humid room. Rusla laid supine on the filthy floor. The heat of the room took its toll on her mind. Her heat-addled brain got the idea of stealing every last bottle of alcohol from Blue Moon then lighting the whole bar on fire before she left with her new crewmates. The crazy idea went from lighting merely the bar on fire, to lighting the whole town ablaze! The insane thought danced through her mind until she finally passed out an hour after waking up. Later in the evening, she woke up a second time. At least now, the heat had died down and her brain was no longer addled. Lukewarm water sprayed out of the phallic showerhead that was in the center of a tiled bathroom. The bathroom was quite nice compared to the rest of the apartment. Tiles from floor to ceiling, a peculiar looking drain, a not-so-shitty mirror, nice toilet, phallic faucet heads with knobs that looked like a ball sack, a bidet, the whole bit. She wasn't entirely sure why she let her bedroom go to hell and yet had a nice (albeit phallic) bathroom. On the plus side, she occasionally rented the bathroom for a few hours to pornstars so they could take some picture with the nice hardware. After cleaning herself off and getting on some decent clothes, Rusla made her way to the streets to pick up a bag to keep her belongings and prepared to sell off the stuff she wouldn't be carrying. In addition, she hoped to find her landlord to let him know that she would be leaving in a few days.
In a tree not too far down the road, a strange humanoid beast enjoyed a feast of fresh human flesh. The beast sucked all fluids from the body. The fluids were saltier than usual, and tastier. He didn't know what this strange addition to his meal was, but he hungered for it. He would track down the owner of the salty goodness, the enough of the scent lingered for the beast to track the source. Yes! He would search out the source and eat his fill, body and all! All of this passed through the creature's head as he ate the girl's body in the tree.
The source and his captain walked through town and made their way to Blue Moon. They met up with the crew assigned the job of finding whores.
"So captain, there's a brothel close to the dock with some fine lookin' girls. I say we save the money, and just take the girls. Escape will be easy since it's practically right next to the ship."
"Good enough."
Given the okay, the crew began plotting the fastest way to raid the brothel and be off without being recognized. Killer was chosen to scout out the area and come up with the best route. The weaker members were to prepare the room for the hookers and make sure the room was completely secure. The captain and a few others with good taste got to raid the special area… And pick out the finest girls.
A few hours of planning later, a frowning Rusla walked through the door. This wasn't all that unusual as Rusla had plenty to frown about- tragic past, present ennui, and future uncertainty. But of all the cruel, tragic, horrible, gruesome, sad, tragic, unfortunate, dreadful, unpleasant, tragic, tragic, tragic (oh and did I mention tragic?) things to happen to her and will happen to her, this was by far the most *dramatic pause* … Mundane.
"Who the HELL did a shit job of cleaning up after their mess? You know who you are?"
*blank stares all around*
"No really. Who left a dead body in a tree with bodily evidence of who's the murderer. C'mon spit it out. I just spotted one of the baby Kauf monsters in town. Those things never enter town unless their tracking someone," Rusla rants and raves, and turning, looks at the visitors, "and they can only track someone if they got a trace of the scent of someone alive. So once again, which of you idiots left your evidence all over your kill?"
Killer dared not speak up. He was too ashamed to admit that he fucked a corpse. He had a reputation to keep up! And while he thought this problem would blow over, the problem made its way to Blue Moon Bar.