The summer sun beat down with a thorough blanket of heat, which brought the irresistible desire for the relief of water to those forced to put up with its glare. During this particularly warm summer day, upon a certain beachfront hotel's pool area, the majority of the residents staying were clearly opting to hole up inside. For some, of course, such intensity was only incentive to head out and tan on the beach.

It was only natural, and as such most of those choosing to do so had headed off to the sands of the shoreline, choosing to leave the pool's fenced off locale for lounging in later in the evening. After all, if they had chosen to stay at the beach, why wouldn't they take to the shore?

There was a certain irony in the fact that one Edward Teach was one of the few who stayed within the confines of the hotel's luxurious pool yard. In his own mind, though, it was only appropriate. He had spent his life under the beating sun among the sand and saltwater. It made sense in his mind that a top tier pirate, let alone any buccaneer worth his salt should enjoy the opulence of a grand hotel's finest luxuries!

He lay, stretched out on a poolside reclining lounge chair, legs kicked out and arms tucked behind his head. Only three others occupied the same broader pool area, with a couple who seemed to be in their mid thirties on the other side of the pool - equally pampered by the relaxing spread of the outdoor seating coupled with the warmth of the sun under the shade of heat relieving umbrellas.

Naught but a few chairs down and to the side, was the third. A young woman with violet eyes sat, bare legs crossed upon the side of her own chosen seat. Her brown hair sat tied, with the loose parts falling gingerly upon fair skin, which reflected the bright light of the summer sun with a shine of elegance. The flawless complexion interrupted only by a mirroring corvid tattoo upon each shoulder, displaying a crow upon each arm with their beak pointing inward towards the core of the beautiful young lady's body.

Her eyes drifted lazily from the rubber slatted seating upon which her rear rested quite comfortably, and hovered briefly on the gruff, and altogether quite physically impressive pirate who lay out only some few feet away. A yellow over-shirt with some manner of pattern upon it had been nonchalantly cast aside and left in a wrinkled pile beside a towel hanging upon a small side-table, accompanied only by a sole and mostly finished beverage of some sort.

The slightest tint of sweat shined ever so slightly upon the sun-kissed skin that lay taut across a sculpted body. Her eyes couldn't resist being drawn towards the man who rested comfortably in the heat of the daylight bearing down on the resort. There was an undeniable air of masculinity that demanded the attention of her own irrepressible interest.

She turned her body slightly, adjusting her view and offering a natural-appearing and yet completely fabricated shift in her posture so as to better stare upon the man with a veil of feigned disinterest. Leaning ever so slightly, her torso tilted and promoted a better view of her cleavage as well as serving to push her gaze just the slightest bit closer to the subject of interest who had caught her eye.

"Lean a little closer, girlie, and your liable to fall over." A deep pitched voice stated plainly and lazily, an eyebrow raise accompanying the words as the single raised brow crested above a pair of sunglasses keeping the man's eyes concealed. She had been observed, or perhaps he was simply more observant than she had expected. Of course, it didn't matter either way. The spirit of a hot summer vacation was rich in her veins, and a new prospect was more than appealing to the young woman. What she wanted, she got. Of course this man would be no different.

"I'm sorry?" She replied, feigning an air of innocence. "You mean me?"

The bearded man shifted in his chair, sitting upright as his bared abs torqued and pinched together as he swung his legs over the side. His gaze lowered to look her face-to-face, and his eyes were now visible as his head pointed downward in the smallest of degrees.

"Right, silly me. I must've been referring to one of the other little mermaids swimming around here." Teach let his head stare out towards the nearly abandoned pool-yard, before looking back to her, continuing his retort with the smallest tinge of jest which bordered on rude. "Oh? The other girlies scamper off while I sat upright, did they?"

The young woman felt a tinge of annoyance in her brain as Edward's playful jab hit her ears. She couldn't let a little thing like that get in the way, though. Indeed, if this man thought that he was in charge around here just because he had a strong body, and who knows what kind of wealth? Then this man would find that he had another thing coming. Still, she knew what she had to do to maintain her control.

Continuing to manipulate the positioning and angle of her body to its fullest, the young woman put on the smallest indication of a pout, colored by the smallest of cracks in the corner of her lips to offer a knowing olive branch.

"I'm sorry, we got started on the wrong foot." She offered, proffering a fabricated veil of apology, though it was far from it in execution and intent. Still, the wording held enough insinuation and ambiguity both so as to present an appearance of apology to the imperceptive. "I'm Eleonore."

Teach too leaned forward, his own face lowering closer to hers, though the chair-wide gap between them remained. "Heh, alright. Hard to say no to a face like that. Edward Teach, or the best damn captain y'ell ever meet. Someone such as yourself isn't intimidated by a little fame, are you?"

The words flowed like wine from his lips, and Eleonore could tell instantly that the initially cool and somewhat abrasive demeanor was masking a more lively and spirited nature beneath the surface. One that needed a little coaxing to be let out. It was just a matter of how? Eleonore was confident that she knew just the way to bring out a little fun from the otherwise disinterested seeming captain. Was he the actual famous Teach? Was this a descendant? Honestly, it didn't matter. His words seemed honest and confident enough, so there was clearly a truth to it no matter what the case was.

Ultimately, she felt herself drawn closer and deeper into the impending attraction bubbling below, and she had a feeling that he was feeling that same pressure boiling underneath and behind his bearded wall. Now, it was just getting those bubbles to the surface so that they could pop.

"Well, Mister Te-"

"Captain... Teach."

"Captain Teach..." Eleonore echoed, her voice intentionally mirroring his correction with a tone of softened meekness. One added to her voice with a very particular intention, and one that would serve to draw the feeling of control upon Teach's confidence. One accustomed to the authority of his position would be more easily swayed when given the implication of sway over the company kept.

"Captain. If you're so inclined, would you be so kind as to help me place this sunscreen lotion on my back?" Eleone implored, her frame shrinking just in the slightest of degrees, presenting an ever-so-slightly shortened appearance. One which accented her feminine charm and natural physical qualities in an otherwise undeniably appealing way. Such a visual which demanded protection, compliance, affection, or any combination therein.

Teach's eyes hovered across her form, and drifted up and down the smooth and immaculately maintained contours and surfaces of her entirety. The legendary pirate let out a heavy sigh, though one not born of an exasperation. Rather, this exhale informed Eleonore about her success more than any words. Whether or not Teach was complying due to her subtle charms and feigned submission, or due to an intentional and willing choice to seek her out on his own volition after the re-introduction... the fact was that the way he sighed alone may as well have been a pamphlet about how successfully she had caught his attentions.

"Pretty little thing like you can't handle a little lotion on your lonesome?" Teach quipped, a little quirk of the lip indicating a playful jab, which he quickly augmented with a follow-up line. "Aw, don't worry, I'm just playing around. Go ahead and lay your lovely self out, and I'll show you what the hands of a seasoned sailor can do."

The words perked in her mind, as if she even needed any additional motivation. Her own face betrayed her momentarily, though the good pirate had no way to see from the angle she was at, as she hung over top of the lounge chair with her body facing down. As she stretched out, and flattened her body against the gently-giving rubberized slats of the pool furniture, she felt her lips crack again. This time, with a deviously motivated intention, rather than an unintentional push of suggestive surprise.

Teach's eyes hung upon her rear, as the swimsuit edge hugged her rear rather nicely, and accentuated the delightfully enticing physique that the young lady bore so effortlessly and so masterfully. The smallest of skirts hung from the waist line of the swimsuit's bottoms, quite obviously a piece of summertime fashion and not ever intended for a functional purpose. Even teach had to admit inside his thoughts that it was a cute look, even if her backside peeking out from underneath it carried an irresistible and deeply naughty appeal.

In the midst of these thoughts, Eleonore's hands casually and slowly drifted behind her back, reach up to where they ties behind held the top piece in place, and gently tugged to undo the connecting bond. The two halves flopped quietly down, dangling on either side of the lounge chair, revealing the soft and plush squish of her chest upon the slats; nothing but the loose bikini top forming a barrier between her smooth skin and the slats of the chair. Letting her hands drift back upwards to her head, she let her face rest with an elegant and yet purposeful placement beneath her cheek. The sun kissing down upon the exposed skin of her back forming a sudden wave of heat against what little skin had not already been exposed.

"Well? You wouldn't want me to burn, would you?" her voice cooed with a quite blatantly suggestive nature. Of course she did. Teach knew her kind. Elegant and beautiful, but holding a rather impressive reservoir of untapped sexuality bubbling within. Without hesitation, Teach grabbed for the bottle of cream, and shook it a little to let the contents plop downwards towards the spout. Eleonore could hear the sloshing of the lotion inside the bottle as he shook it, and couldn't help but force herself to repress a clever grin at the innuendo of it all. Did the Captain also feel the gesture's innate suggestive motion?

Blackbeard popped the top, and let a hearty splash squirt across Eleonore's bare back as she lay prone on the lounge chair, a soft moan intentionally escaping her lips as the cold liquid hit her back. Teach paused for a moment, torn between the initial surprise of the sound, coupled with an instinctive twinge of lust buried within. His hands fell upon her back, and pushed the stuff into her silky skin with a pressure which she could only liken to that of a massage treatment. It was a far cry from the sort of force one would find at a proper masseuse, but it sung the reality that the man was the kid who wasn't afraid to get into the thick of it himself.

His hands coated her back, the application of pressure treating her to that unintended massage which she greatly appreciated. And appreciate it she did, offering a series of soft coos and barely-there moans to encourage Teach's surprisingly adept hands. Even if he wasn't one who practiced such things, he clearly knew how to use what he had.

Before many more thoughts could come to mind, she felt herself gasp. His hands had begun to spread the now-thinning lotion upon the side of her partially exposed breasts, having moved away from the side of her body and ribs. Her eyes closed just a little, as she dared not move. Things were going as desired, no doubt for the both of them at such a point, and yet Eleonore held her elaborate web of desire close to the vest. A thought crossed her mind that if she played the part of the shocked young lady too much, he might withdraw entirely. All the same, pride demanded that she not put her cards on the table and make it obvious that she wanted to feel it, and more.

That is, until a series of softly maneuvering fingers slid with a lotion-assisted slip, gliding into place under her chest from each side. She hadn't even realized that Teach had essentially positioned himself directly over her as he brought his practiced hands to bear upon the chest which he was truly after. An instinctive bite of the lips spoke volumes as she felt his fingers separate and rub around her nipples simultaneously.

"Miste-"

"Captain."

"C-Captain Teach... what are you doing? Isn't this a little intimate? Out here in the public pool?"

Teach paused, his fingers frozen exactly in place, filling Eleonore's inner workings with an intense irritation at the sudden hunger for more that was felt in the temporary absence of any motion. He glanced around, and then with an unexpected yet very welcome intensity, clamped his fingers together upon her peaks. The motion of his fingers adjusting and maneuvering caused another familiar massaging sensation upon her chest, while the pinching and squeezing of his fingers sent a shiver through her body as they played around the hard tips of her breasts. He could feel her heartbeat faintly, though the acceleration of its tempo was obvious. A low, and knowing chuckle came from his bearded lips in response to her questioning.

"Are we? Look around, love, there ain't nobody here but us."

Eleonore raised her head from her arm-pillow, and looked around the resort's pool yard. The only other two who were across the way were already on the outside of the fence, and in the process of heading back to the hotel. They had been left all alone out here, with no signs of interruption. She swallowed, and looked up at Teach over her shoulder.

"Go on, little lady. Turn on over, and let's see what kind of trouble we can really get up to, eh?"

Her face offered an expression that portrayed a shyness and trepidation, and yet her smaller frame effortlessly rotated with a sudden obedience that complied with unquestioning obedience. Legs spun quickly and carefully, her knees coming dangerously close to the pirate's jewels, though the proximity did not phase him in the least. She gazed up at him hovering over her – towering was a more appropriate word. Eleonore didn't even pay her exposed chest much mind. Teach was right. Even if there was a concern about being seen, it was irrelevant at the moment. Nobody was around, and the silence of the property as a whole spoke plenty about how few were near.

His hands returned to her chest, and this time with a firm grip that said "I'm taking this."

Teach lowered himself closer to her, one leg positioned between hers while pressing close against her swimsuit bottoms. The brushing of his leg against her private area, even protected by the fabric, was pushing her into a total state of embracing this battle of attempts at subtle, at not-so-subtle control. His bare chest pushed closer to her own, and his hands moved away to take hold of her wrists, drawing her arms up above her head. His face lowered in equal measure to his torso, and she could feel his beard brushing against her bare collarbone and neck. She would have thought the beard to be more harsh and abrasive than it was, but it wasn't. It was course, there was no mistake, but it also wasn't unpleasant. It brought a thoroughly masculine feeling against her neck as the two mutually escalated the rising boil in their blood.

As their bodies brushed against each other, the fruits of their rising affections had grown more and more evident. The captain now unable to resist his desires, and Eleonore beneath in no position – nor want – to deny him. She could not see it with her eyes, but she could feel it in the motion of his body as an arm released one of her wrists as the one still gripping her slid to press down upon both. His loose arm hooked a thumb in the waistband of his trunks, and began to slide them down, letting free the hefty length of his own which had been anxiously waiting to be set free. As he kicked the trunks off, she felt the thing spring from its rigidity and slap against her leg.

She felt a surge of heat as she blushed in the slightest against everything she wished to express. The rod that the captain had been hiding underneath was more than she bargained for. She felt a lump in her throat, not from fear, but from an overly eager thirst to know how it felt. In her mind, she had a feeling that his hidden treasure was worth hunting for... but not to this degree. He slid himself up her body as his hand returned to pin her down against the lounge chair, while his rod pulsed with heat and slid against her soft and silky skin.

The feeling of lust growing heartily through both of their veins as her flawless skin only encouraged the throbbing thing to long for pleasure as it dragged slowly up her feminine frame. All the same, the sensation of such a thick and deliciously long member pulling itself along her body to a destination that only Teach knew was more than enough to force her to huff out pants of both lusty exertion and the natural heat from the daylight. Teach gazed down at her hungrily, their faces close but not yet touching, as he felt her breath upon his lips and cheek. The captain's eyes were half-lidded, but not in such a subtle way. Instead of a purposefully seductive look, Teach's half-lidded gaze was one of quiet confidence and intent. He wasn't looking at her with such eyes in order to draw her in. His eyes were making a statement.

"I'm going to take what's mine."

Teach released her wrists, and slid his arms down, repositioning himself over her torso, standing tall above her as he did so. The feeling of his flesh dragging higher and higher on her body did not stop, until he had placed himself directly above her chest, when she understood what he was doing. The shadow cast from above seemed as though it was coming from a lighthouse. The difference in height, and now in their perfectly perpendicular positions had taken the tall and muscular frame of the sailing veteran from towering to outright imposing.

He gripped his hands upon her chest, and began massaging, with his knuckled clamping around the nipples on her sweet and soft peaks. Lowering himself just a little, the pirate brought his weapon close to the bottom of her chest while he played deviously with the firmness of her tips. Eleonore bit her lip as she stared upon the situation unfolding. It was more than she had expected, and yet in her naughty little heart she was excited beyond hope. The thrill of the public exposure, without having actually been discovered, and the excitement of a man who was not only worthy of her lustful hunger was enough... but he also had the initiative and strength of libido to take action in a satisfying way.

For a time, the captain continued to alternate between pinching and massaging her nipples, while prodding at the gap between breasts with his hot and throbbing member. Soon, he let himself sink down again, hungrily licking and flicking at her tip with his tongue. Teach's thirst for pleasure was rising, and he wanted to make immediate use of the happily receptive young lady, but he knew that it wouldn't have been good enough. For either of them.

As his tongue traced patterns, rhythmically and systematically around her nipples, she could feel the entirety of his package brushing and rubbing against her thighs. The trace of liquid was a great message of just how turned on the captain himself was. She could tell that Teach was aching to go, but the build up for them both was just as exciting. Taking control, in only the slightest, Eleonore drew one of her arms down, and reached below taking hold of his length. The thing was huge in her small, dainty hand. Burning, throbbing skin pulsed under her slender fingertips as a small drip made its way onto her wrist, motivated by the sudden grip.

Teach exhaled hotly upon her breasts as he continued his oral onslaught on her chest. He looked up to her face, witnessing the loss of composure and undeniable need for more. His lips cocked into a grin from one corner as her pulled his head up to look. Her small hand squeezed softly, despite her firm-enough hold on his member. Teach, in true Blackbeard form, rocked his hips a little bit to force a small burst of stroking from her hold on him.

"Alright, girlie." His voice spoke hotly upon her sternum as he planted a series of lusty kisses upon her bare flesh. "Let's see what that mouth can really do, yeah?"

He stood upright in full, yanking his hefty length from her grip. Eleonore's now-freed hand drew up to her chest as she put both of them on her breasts, massaging them in a way such as to tease and encourage Blackbeard more and more. The small slickness from his tip that had leaked on her hand now serving to paint the gap between her mounds. The pirate lowered himself, and placed his mast directly between them. They weren't the biggest, but they were certainly big enough to get the job done. Regardless, it was hardly the objective.

He began to thrust while the young lady pressed her chest together to help stimulate the captain, and she craned her neck forward to accept his rod with each thrust. He huffed out with each one, feeling the head and some of his shaft sliding just a little bit through the barely-open lips of his newfound treasure. The thrusts were forceful and unyielding, but this onslaught was not a problem for Eleonore who graciously accepted the oral attack. The feeling of his leaking on her tongue promoted a potent need for more and more, causing her to bring herself lower. Teach had slid out of contact with her chest as she took her own initiative to do so, and brought herself closer to his hips. Teach grinned as he realized what she was doing.

He gripped her head, and laced his fingers into her hair with a commanding presence.

"Hungry, eh?"

The captain did not wait for an answer, and instead took a firmer hold of her hair, and rammed his rod into her mouth with more power than he had used up until that point. His forceful motions exacting a reaction of audible and loud gagging sounds from her throat. Fitting the width in was one thing for Eleonore, but coupled with the length was another story.

She was loving it, and yet even for her she found it difficult to take. Teach could see the curve of her brows and the shape of her squinting eyes with every vicious thrust. Even for him, he could tell that she was loving it. The oral pounding continued for what felt like an eternity as both were lost in the lecherous fervor. Neither could tell just how long they had spent, but after what seemed an endless train of oral pleasure, Teach withdrew from her mouth with a trail of his fluids and her saliva intermingled in a deviant cocktail of carnal delight.

The captain took his leg and stood on the side of the lounge chair as Eleonore sputtered and coughed, her lips still slightly curled in a smile of raw pleasure, despite the sudden freedom and ability to breathe properly again. Before she could have much time to rest, Blackbeard reached down and gripped her by the hips, yanking her up and off the chair as though she were a rag doll, which in turn elicited a delightful yelp from her lips as he did so.

The pirate placed her down against against a side-table which rested beside the chairs, and pinned her chest and face against the tabletop, exposing her rear to the whole world as he stood and positioned himself directly behind her. His hands slapped down on both cheeks, gripped tight, and pulled them apart in a determined sexual claim. His fingers clamped down as he brought himself to bear at her entrance, while the young woman's slickness welcomed him with a burning plea for satisfaction.

With no less unrelenting vigor, Teach placed his tip just at the opening of Eleonore's womanhood letting their juices co-mingle for just a single moment of sexual prelude. His large hands slid upward, and gripped her hips with a firmness that forced a small gasp out of Eleonore. Without a word, the great pirate captain plunged himself in with a merciless thrust that filled Eleonore all at once. The sudden sensation of Blackbeard's profound length and width spreading her apart and punching inward to the hilt caused the young lady to scream out briefly, before her own hand flew to her lips to muffle her own voices of erotic joy.

Hearing the sound, and grinning wide, Teach slowly withdrew himself until only the head was barely remaining before gripping down on her hips and ramming into her like a vicious ship slamming its bowsprit headlong into a crippled enemy vessel. The feeling of fullness and pressure exuding from his girthy length continued to cause a flood of moans to erupt from Eleonore, as she quivered and shook under the weighty onslaught of the pirate's railing force. Her second hand moved up to join its opposite, clamping down over her mouth in an only partially successful quest to mute her screams of pleasure.

Blackbeard could feel her quivering and shaking beneath the force of his thrusts. One hand gripped tightly, securing the woman to the table with a downward force, while his other drew closer to her opening. Gently, in stark opposition to the heavy and excessive pounding he continued to pour into her boiling-hot and wide-stretched slit, he pressed more and more until his thumb penetrated her backdoor. Slowly, he pressed the digit in and out to augment her sexual overload through an anal teasing as his cock continued to brutally impale Eleonore unabated.

The squeaks and squeals that came from her lips, some muted and others only somewhat subdued, only encouraged him onward. She wanted more and it showed, and so did he. His thumb pushed deeper inside, while he continued to punch in and out with a ferocious intensity. The table was rattling hard under every brutal thrust, and the joints where table leg met the top squeaked and creaked under the strain of the woman being ravaged atop it.

His thumb push deeper and deeper until it reached as far as it could, assisting his unending rolling hips against her own, and before long, her release was evident as her own hot fluids burst forth and only served to enhance the slickness of their joining.

Eleonore screamed harshly into her hands as she climaxed, and then collapsed against the table, while Teach slowly withdrew. She heaved breaths against the table, lips showing the smallest signs of a satisfied smile, under a profound exhaustion.

"Satisfied, girlie?" Blackbeard heaved out, his own breath having grown more haggard with exertion. "Good... but we're not quite done yet."

Eleonore hardly had time to process what he had said, before Blackbeard took her by the hips once more, and lifted her up like a bag of produce, and placed her on her knees on the lounge chair, her torso face-down once more. He placed his thumb at her backdoor hole once more, and pressed in. Once more he pushed his thumb inside, but this time used it to stretch the opening. She understood what was coming, and the idea turned her on even more, though she wondered how much longer she would be able to handle the encounter. She was proud of herself in many regards, but this captain had surprised her in ways she hadn't expected. This seemingly never ending stamina was just one way.

Wet, slick, and ready for more, Teach's rod pushed against her well-primed hole which begged for an anal assault next. Teach smirked as she involuntarily swerved her hips side to side, making her anal entrance entice and welcome the captain more than it already had. Teach, accepting the welcome, pushed himself against it and slowly slid it inside. Eleonore moaned long, and heavily. He brought the might of his thick rod to bear and pressed forward, more slowly than he had with her needy flower, but still with a nearly-same tempo.

The thrusts weren't as immediate, but once he had established entry and pushed in halfway, he let his huge mast spread her ass wide and push deep. With every invading push to the hilt, Eleonore wailed out with expressions of strained gratification. The feeling of fullness within her rear was pushed to the extreme under the great size of the pirate's girth. The length along was impaling to a degree that even she was unaccustomed to, but the thickness accompanying it pressing her walls outward drew her pleasure into an eruption of unequaled and blinding pleasure.

Her mind was so occupied with nothing else but the pure physicality of it all, that she barely noticed that her vision was full of sparkles with the bright sun and mind swimming from their coupling. His pounding continued on and on, her body brought the brink of collapse as the captain took her to the edge of her limits. In the wake of the furious intensity of the situation, she could finally find something to ground herself on, as the sound of his grunts and primal growling of unadulterated sexual domination pulled her back into the immediacy of their intercourse.

In one final motion, Blackbeard withdrew his broad and lengthy member, and slammed it down upon the now reddened gap between her ass cheeks. The weight of it suddenly slapping down, in conjunction with the sudden and very quick pulling out of her ass forced another powerful cry of pleasure from her. She could feel the heft of his meat throbbing against her cheeks as it pulsed and released his own climax out upon her back.

"Gyeeeeeehhhhh~!"

The sound of his moan of climax filled her ears as the only sound, in the absence of her ass being smacked relentlessly. Just as her own orgasm had been built up and energetically released around his cock, his own geyser of thick and hot white spread all across the skin of her back in the culmination of his own pleasure. It felt like he spent minutes coating her in his own hot release.

Eleonore collapsed upon the chair, with even her legs going limp in a moment of satisfied exhaustion. Teach staggered beside her, and sat down on the slats of the lounge chair upon which Eleonore was collapsed onto. His hand reached out to pat her head and stroke her hair, before reaching down to her back and rubbing his release all across her back. She released a gasp which came out as more of a sigh under the strain of her heavy breathing.

"Wha... what are you doing... T-Teach?"

Blackbeard finished rubbing it around until it was hardly visible, intermixed with the sweat and sunscreen already coating the young woman's thoroughly taxed body.

"Hey... who's gonna know?" He answered her with a naughty tease on his voice.

After a handful of minutes spent gathering themselves, the two re-dressed, and lay down on adjacent lounge chairs. Some limited dialogue was exchanged between them, though it remained silent for the most part due to the pure drain on Eleonore's side given the rather extreme difference in their bodies' physical limits.

"I... I could stand something like that again..." Eleonore mused quietly to herself during a lull in their quiet, post-coitus conversation.

Blackbeard grinned, and turned his head to look to the worn out young woman he had taken for his own.

"That?" He questioned simply. "In the pirate world that was only what we'd call the 'boarding party'."

Teach's grin widened, and Eleonore swallowed as she could tell that the captain's stamina was not nearly as drained as she had thought it was.

"Wait until you see me actually plunder."