Karnage was feeling like a winner right now. He had broken Matthew and brought back the old Mad Dog. Kit, his family and friends were his captives now, and he had the royals back as well. Nothing but smooth sailing for the heartless captain, but, Karnage was ready this time for rough weather ahead.
"Ahh, that's perfect." Mad Dog said, "Three nice, steamy, hot baths for the girls when they get out of the brig." The weasel had felt bad for all the trouble Karnage and the others had caused for the female captives.
Soon Rebecca and Molly climbed into the tub Mad Dog had fixed for them. Then Jenna got into her tub, but Lotta's tub was in the next room. Mad Dog was just finishing up preparing Lotta's bath when...
"Mad Dog? Is Lotta's bath ready?" Hal called out.
"Yes." Mad Dog replied. "I just finished preparing her bath." The sound of footsteps could be heard getting louder and louder until the door opened and in came Princess Lotta. However, what surprised Mad Dog was that she came in, completely nude and exposed.
It had been a long time since Mad Dog had seen a woman completely exposed, and he'd be a complete liar if he said he didn't like the view. In fact, he couldn't take his eyes off her. Princess Lotta was trying to cover herself, as she smiled at him real friendly-like. Her face was bright red.
"P-Princess... I told Hal I-I was still i-in here," Mad Dog stuttered. "Why did he not warm me before you walked in?"
"I don't know, but I think he didn't care if you saw me exposed..." she paused and looked at Mad Dog, "it is something we may need to get use to." She got into the tub and sat back, letting out a soft sigh of relief as the heat of the water massaged her body and eased away any stress and worry that she may have had. Oh, how she hated Hal for letting Mad Dog see her like this.
Mad Dog, however, was still standing next to the tub. His mind was still focused on Lotta's nude figure. He had never seen such beauty and sexiness before. He tried to shake the thoughts out of his mind because she was a princess and a prisoner of his captain. But no matter what, he couldn't get that image away from him.
"Matthew, it's been awhile since I've had my back scrubbed. Would you like to scrub my back for me?" Lotta asked, feeling like a little girl again. Mad Dog blushed as red as his face would allow it.
"Sure, I guess I could do that." he nodded. Mad Dog then picked up the soap and rubbed it across her back. Lotta felt his hands work magic on her back with such a gentle touch. Her thoughts were on one thing; how relaxed she was now.
Mad Dog could smell the lovely fragrance of her hair as moved his hands around his back, but Lotta smelled a slight scent of sweat coming from him. When was the last time he bathed? she wondered.
"Mad Dog, I think I'm going to have to wash you because you smell," Lotta said. Mad Dog felt it wasn't right that she wanted to give him a bath. He could bathe himself without help from anyone, so he kindly refused, but Lotta was persistent.
"You will get into this tub... NOW!" she shouted.
Mad Dog knew that Lotta would get him in the tub even if she had to drag him in, so, ignoring his embarrassment, Mad Dog agreed, removed his vest, flight cap and his spiked bracelets, and got in while avoiding eye contact with Lotta.
Mad Dog kept his back turned to Lotta as to not put himself in danger of letting his lustful thought take over. Her hands stroked over his scared muscled back and arms. He groaned pleasurably from her gentle firm touch as Lotta moved one hand away to grab the bottle of Old Spice shampoo and conditioner.
Lotta could see where Mad Dog had been beaten, burned and shot. She thought she heard Mad Dog whisper "Don't look please". But Mad Dog knew it was too late, Princess Lotta had seen everything; Lotta would now realize everything as he squeezed his eyes shut and wished he had left the room when he could.
"Mad Dog, I'm sorry," she said trying to apologize for putting him in this position. "If I had know, I would-"
Mad Dog turned around in the tub and saw Lotta's beautiful figure, only this time, she was much closer, the droplets of water on her fur shining faintly in the light, those beautiful eyes, her perfect breasts were almost touching his chest, and, when he looked at her, all he could say was...
"Don't be sorry," looking down he showed her his wrists where his spiked bracelets hid some more scars. "Being sorry only make you look weak." So with a heavy sigh, Mad Dog climbed out of the tub just as Karnage came barging into the room. A look of pure rage was on his face.
"So... this is where I find you. Trying to get frisky with Lotta," Karnage growled though clenched teeth. But before Mad Dog could try and explain why he was in here, Lotta quickly calmed the captain down.
She told him everything and he believed her. He looked at Mad Dog, then Lotta who only nodded at him. "Very well, I'll leave him alone, but if he touches you, then I'll break him." Karnage made his threat very clear, and Mad Dog quickly picked up his vest and other things and ran off to his room. That night he laid in bed, throwing a glance over at his night stand that had his Bible on it.
Tears ran down his cheeks. "God, why has this happened? Why can't I see your grace in all this? Please... Give us freedom from Karnage." he cried and begged God for answers, but he only heard the sound of laughter coming from outside his room.
He opened the door and saw Hal and Will making Kit's job of cleaning harder. Will stood over Kit as he poured the rest of his beer onto the floor.
"Looks like you missed a spot," the second-mate laughed, then added, "clean it up." Kit felt really sick of this treatment the crew gave him, but he went on cleaning. Hal couldn't help but smile as Kit cleaned up the beer.
"Time to have more fun," Hal said as he grabbed Kit by the hand. "Get ready to give him a bath, Will." Will turned and bent over to pick up the bucket of dirty soapy water. Kit did his best to struggle free, but the pirate had to much of a grip on him.
SPLASH!
Will had thrown the soapy water onto Kit. Well, that was it for Mad Dog, and he pushed both the pirates aside and took Kit back to the brig. He had to get Kit away from the others, but they would just go to the brig and cause more trouble.
"I hope those pirate haven't hurt our Kit," Rebecca said, her voice full of worry for her son. Baloo stood next to her.
"Don't worry," he soothed, gently running his hand though her hair. "Mad Dog will be there for him." Rebecca turned to her husband and sneered in disgust. The very thought of Mad Dog helping her son really steamed her up. Even though Baloo was right, Rebecca was still mad at Mad Dog for not sneaking Kit and Jenna off and away from the Iron Vulture.
"Don't you dare say that back stabbers name," she growled. "He has done nothing but brought trouble upon our family."
Baloo looked hurt by what his wife said, but she was right; Mad Dog had gotten them into a big problem.
"He's not a back stabber!" Kit shouted with anger toward his mother. "Mad Dog is my guardain. He looks out for me, just like he has done tonight." Baloo and the others saw Kit dripping wet, but saw that he wasn't hurt.
"What happened to you?" Molly asked, fearing that something bad had happened to her brother.
Mad Dog spoke up to enlighten the others. "Hal and Will were being jerks toward Kit."
"Yeah, I can see that," Jenna said, unable to hold back a giggle when he told them about Kit's, so called "bath".
However...
In the radio room of the Iron Vulture stood Ratchet. He looked around to see if any of the crew were close by. When he saw that no one was around, the brown mountain lion went right to business. "I'm doing this for you, Matthew," Ratchet said as he carefully used the radio to send a coded message to Cape Suzette. He could only hope that help would come before the Iron Vulture reached the island of death.
Back in Cape Suzette, Shere Khan was in a big meeting with Gibber and Stephen. He had been trying to find out where Karnage was heading, but every possible location on the map were not working. Thembria was to strongly guarded. Ghaphia, Aridia and Macadamia were on high alert after the kidnappings of the royals. So, where could the Iron Vulture go? That was a question Khan had been asking himself.
At that very minute, Captain Hotspur, commander of Khan's best battleship-The Prowler, came running into the office. Mr. Khan glared at the sea commander with a annoyed frown, but allowed him to speak.
"Mr. Khan, I just got a letter from the Detective Thursday, it reads: Help! Matthew rejoined the crew. Karnage has taken the royals, the Bruinwalds and two of the Adler family. Location planned is the Island of death. Will try and help Matthew if possible."
When Hotspur finished reading there was a brief silence, but then the whole office turned into a riot. Shere Khan started making calls to every contact he knew. Gibber and Stephen started throwing cloths into suitcases. It was like rush hour now.
Wow! Hotspur thought. I guess Mr. Khan does really like helping others.
An hour went by before Khan stood before the Prowler's crew his pilots. Captain Hotspur stood beside him, a look of eagerness and caution were mixed together as Gibber and Stephen hid themselves in the back.
Khan looked at his privet army of sailors and pilots, a smile was not present on his face, but his voice spoke the opposite. "Good news everyone," he said, a hush came over the mass number of men. "We have found out where Karnage is headed. He plans to go to the Island of death, now, we will move out to intercept them. And when we find the pirates, take no prisoners. Kill them all."
Khan's privet army erupted into a loud cheer, but Gibber and Stephen were worried for Matthew and Ratchets life. They could only hope that their friends would stay out of the line of fire.
However, unknown to them, Khan had no intention on leaving any witnesses for if they learned what he really was going to the island for, then, it would reveal a dark secret about the businessman's past.
A secret if revealed would ruin all his businesses. And that was something he didn't want.
Not at all.
What was he to do if he lost all his money and power he had gained over his sixty years of hard work and dirty dealings? Start all over again? No! There was no room for mistake this time. Karnage, his crew and the hostages had to be eliminated.
The only thing was...how? How could he do it without drawing attention to him. Khan would have to plan it just right even if it took the lives of all his pilots and sailors.