Chapter 6~

EPOV

I stretched thoroughly, feeling more rested than I had in ages,thanks to the realistic dreams I'd had. I had a good feeling about today.

My mouth was dry and I smacked my lips, trying to encourage my spit to flow, licking my cracked lips in the process. I repeated the motion slower, confused as to why I was tasting something sweet and fruity upon them.

It had been a dream, had it not? My Isabella, now a woman, gently caressing me as I kissed her fingers. Wanting to suck them into my mouth and lick every drop of sweetness from them. Not wanting to stop the ministrations of my mouth with just her fingertips, but allowing my lips to explore every part of her.

The first mate in my trousers was certainly up for making the visions in my head a reality.

I lifted my head, tucking my chin into my chest so I could glance round me. My mates all appeared to still be sleeping so I sat up slowly, not wanting to disturb anyone. It dawned on me that my hat had not been atop my face. Thinking that odd, I twisted and saw it to my left. I reached forward and came to an abrupt stop. Two small footprints were embedded in the sand next to my hat.

Someone had been right next to me as I'd slept, without my internal warnings going off.

I came to my feet swiftly, my hand going to the hilt of my cutlass as I spun in a circle. My eyes were flickering high and low, looking for anything that seemed out of place. I dipped my knees, grabbing my hat, as my eyes continued searching. Rising to my full height, I finally allowed my eyes to drop to the ground.

Where I picked up my night friend's trail.

Easily done by the messy drags of sand leading away from me and into the jungle. In their hasty retreat, they had used no care in bursting through the foliage as there were several freshly broken and torn traces of their passing.

I wanted to run carelessly after my prey, for something was pulling at me, telling me she was my night friend and that she was close. I could feel a pulse beating through me, enhancing all of my senses as I barely controlled my impulses. I didn't rush the path. I walked steadily, continually scanning all around me.

With every step I took, my vision brightened, allowing me to see the variegating greens and browns with the occasional burst of color from tropical flowers. I could smell the sea air, but underneath it was the musky odor of rotting plants, all of it overlaid with the fragrant flowers. In the distance a howler monkey screeched out a warning, while nearby, I could hear the bugs slithering around beneath the fallen leaves.

As I trudged ahead, the air so humid I could feel the moisture settling on my skin like a fine mist, I broke into a sweat and began to breathe heavier, deeper. Another hundred paces in, the flavor of the air changed. I was suddenly tasting the sweet flavor that I had awoken with upon my lips.

Halting my gait, I looked round myself and recognized mango trees. Not thinking, I let out a loud whoop at my discovery. We had been without fresh fruit for far too long and a couple of the crew where showing early signs of the scurvy.

I especially wanted to get these fruits to Carol and the sprog she was carrying.

I was now torn before plowing forward and following that trail, or getting much needed rations back to my crew.

"Barnacles," I growled as I knew I was going to put them before myself. I resigned myself to gathering the few fruits that were on the ground by telling myself that the path had been easy. I could just run these back, drop them off and then return to pick up the trail.

Which is exactly what I did. I left the mangoes where they'd easily be seen as the lazy bilge rats began to wake and hurried back to the grove. Another fruit had dropped in my absence and I scooped it up, using my carving knife to pierce it and feed myself.

The burst of concentrated flavor on my tongue sent a scorching heat straight to my groin as my dreams crashed down upon me. My manhood thickened and stretched against my breeches, demanding attention unlike it had done in seven years.

She was close, as was I.

I willed my swelling to subside but it was not cooperating, it was not willing to compromise. It wanted satisfaction now.

I had enough wits remaining not to whip it out right there in the grove at the end of an obvious trail. Stiffly, every step painful, I ducked into the jungle, soon hearing the heavy rush of water that could only be a fall.

Sucking up the pain, I went towards the sound as it grew louder.

Coming to a cluster of dense green, I extracted my cutlass and used it to hack at the overgrowth, revealing a veritable paradise. Even my simple male eyes could appreciate the beauty that lay before me.

The gurgling rushing sounds I'd heard were coming from what looked to be a shallow pool of water that cascaded over a small drop and traveled away, searching out the ocean. Hidden by the surrounding jungle, only a small break in the trees allowed a few beams of sunlight to shine down on the pool and it's moss covered rocks.

The short falls begged to be touched, the sheer sheeting of the water looking like expensive silk. I quickly disrobed, laying my weapons atop my clothes and made my way into the water by the base of the falls.

It was shocking and cold against my overheated and sweat soiled flesh, but quickly became quite comfortable as my body temperature adjusted. I waded closer to the pulsing fall and backed under it, the pressure beating against my aching body.

Finally feeling relaxed and alone, I turned my attention to my first mate.

oh my...it's getting a bit...tropical...hehe