This is Chapter 2 of my Pirate Series that began earlier in this thread. I will be posting Chapter 3 later this week (I hope!).
All comments are welcome, especially how people would like to maybe see the story unfolding going forward.
I want to thank everyone for their continued support and encouragement and I hope you enjoy this instalment.
Chapter 2 - Sexy Sluts of the Spanish Main – The Pirate Michelle and Crew and Plans for Port Royal
People often ask “How did Michelle get her start in piracy?” Why does she hate the British so much (like prison time in an English prison ISN’T ENOUGH TO HATE THE FUCKERS?)?
Well it all began in an ocean far far away in an alternate universe. Michelle was a passenger on a French ship headed for Hispaniola when it was attacked by a British frigate and sunk. Michelle and her childhood friend, Harper along with Michelle’s faithful Shi Tzu killer dog Carly, as usual wearing her eye patch and looking fierce, were adrift in a lifeboat after their ship had gone down. Luckily they were able to grab a lifeboat. While searching through the boat's provisions, Michelle stumbled across an old lamp. Secretly hoping that a Genie would appear, she rubbed the lamp vigorously (OK…its at this point I KNOW what some of you are thinking. “I bet she was RUBBING more than that LAMP!” “Out there that long and she wasn’t pleasuring herself?” “Michelle?” “NO WAY!” “PULEEEZE!”)
To the amazement of our intrepid castaways, a Genie came forth (and no, she DID NOT look like Barbara Eden. She was, however, the spitting image for MILA KUNIS though! HOT DAMN! WOWSA!). The Genie stated that she could only deliver one wish, not the standard three (ONE!! NOT THREE?? At this point I would have tossed the fucking lamp in the drink but Michelle has always been a little “cheap”). Without giving any thought to the matter, the thirsty and rapidly dehydrating (Remember…She was pleasuring herself A LOT!) Michelle blurted out.
"MAKE THE ENTIRE OCEAN INTO RUM!"
The Genie clapped her hands with a deafening crash, and immediately there after the entire sea turned into the finest rum ever sampled by mere mortals. Simultaneously, the Genie vanished. Now only the gentle lapping of rum on the hull broke the stillness as the Michelle and Harper considered their circumstances.
Harper finally looked disgustedly at the soon to be famous pirate and after a tension-filled moment spoke:
"Now you've done it!! Now we're going to have to pee in the boat Motherfucker!!"
Hence, the beginning of the career of the pirate Michelle!!
SIDEBAR – The following is told from the vantage point and drunken stupor of Captain Michelle
SIDEBAR CLOSED
(I know a sidebar wasn't needed but my Dad always wanted me to be an attorney and I just wanted to use that word a few times)
It was a bright day on the high seas, very hot and sweltering in the southern Caribbean and it was about to get A LOT HOTTER. Today was the day that the final challenge for who was to be Michelle’s co-captain was to occur. The two women who are vying for that title are the two she frankly thought would end up going at it in the beginning. Michelle’s fleet was in route to Port Royal and she wanted this settled well before they got there.
Anne has been with me from the outset and helped me escape from the English prison I was put in after seeking letters from that fucking so called “King”. I don’t hide my affection for her well and I admit I probably harbor some secret desire for her to win the contest. Hey I can do that! She’s HAWT!! You haven’t SEEN her! Don’t be judging me!!! I AM the Captain!! “I HAVE NEEDS!”
Anne is a tall red haired beauty, 5’8” tall, 130 pounds, emerald green eyes, and breasts that just don’t seem to quit, wow!! (Again…don’t be judging me! Captains really do get horny too! HEY! You try staying out to sea A YEAR OR MORE at a time and see how HORNY you get!) She’s maybe the one of the only member of all my crews who could match me in skill and seamanship. She’s captain of my other lead ship, “The Flying Vagina” (is that not the COOLEST name for a ship you ever heard?) while I piloted my flagship “Southern Cross”
Anne was born in County Cork, Ireland in 1695, and was the illegitimate daughter of a local magistrate and his housemaid. They immigrated to America after Anne’s birth and settled on a plantation in Virginia. Angelica was a very headstrong young woman "with a fierce and courageous temper". She was 18 when eloped with a young ne'er-do-well Johnny Depp look-a-alike, against her father's wishes. The person turned out to be in league with pirates (OK, I know what your thinking…Johnny Depp look-a-like…. pirate…..Caribbean….does he act like Keith Richards?) and she was taken to a pirates' lair in New Providence in the Bahamas, but in 1725, when the Bahamian Governor, with the King's backing, issued pardons to any pirate promising to lay down their sword and swear allegiance to the King. Anne’s pirate husband (Johnny Depp) turned informant and Anne became disgusted with his cowardice and left him. She also just could NOT handle that Keith Richards persona and some other things best left unmentioned. There were also rumors he drank a lot and smoked a shit load of weed and was just fucking weirder than shit (that would have been my first clue). It was not long after this that she met Michelle in Port Royal and some say, fell in love with the infamous female pirate captain. She began sailing with Michelle on her ship the “Southern Cross” and with its famous signature skull-and-crossed-daggers flag, they began a campaign of preying on Spanish treasure ships off Cuba and Hispaniola initially. They then spread their sphere of influence out to the entire Caribbean and the Spanish Main.
Mary was born at Plymouth, England, about 1700. Mary was a blonde lass, about 5’7” and 128 pounds with a very shapely desirable (at least to Michelle) figure. Her mother's husband was a sea-faring man who left on a long voyage and was never heard from again. He'd left his wife with Mary before he left. The mother waited years for her husband to return and when her money ran out, she took Mary to London to appeal to her mother-in-law for financial help.
Mary, poor and desperate, disguised herself as a male and enlisted in a foot regiment in England and later a horse regiment, serving in both with distinction. She fell in love with a fellow soldier, disclosed her true sex, and began dressing as a female. After their marriage, she and her husband became innkeepers, owning the Black Spot Inn near Southwick. Unfortunately, he died young and her fortunes soon dwindled.
She knew that life in the 1700s was much easier as a man than as a woman, so she reverted back to men's clothing and started her life over, this time going to sea on a Dutch merchant ship heading to the Caribbean. During one voyage, Michelle’s pirates, with whom she joined up with and has fought to this day, captured Mary’s ship. Mary found a lover on board and is said to have saved her life by protecting her from a threatened duel. She picked a fight with her opponent first and, with deadly use of her sword and pistol, ended her life before she could harm her lover.
Both Anne and Mary were known for their violent tempers and ferocious fighting, and they shared a reputation as "fierce hell cats and just contrary bitches in general." Their fellow crewmembers knew that -- in times of action -- no one else was as ruthless and bloodthirsty as these two women were. Captain Michelle, nicknamed "Goddess Michelle" for her statuesque beauty, was a one of the most famous and ruthless pirates in those days, but her reputation, she often freely admitted, has survived through the ages, in part, because of these two infamous women pirates on her crew. Mary and Anne, however, say they both owe their very lives to Michelle, and while she is beyond ruthless, her benevolence is why they are here. They both also know at the end of the day, she is the leader of this fleet and supreme Captain, Goddess and the one with the best ass and tits. Trust me that count’s for a lot with the crews. Besides, just try disagreeing with her on that score. Just sayin…..
Michelle and her pirate’s legend and reputation continued to grow when in late October 1710; Michelle's ship was anchored off Point Negril, Jamaica, the pirates celebrating recent victories in their typical hard-drinking tradition. Suddenly a British Navy sloop -- the man-o-war Serapis, headed by Captain Alden Radcliff -- surprised them. The drunken male pirates quickly hid below deck, leaving only Anne and Mary to defend their ship. The women yelled at their pirate mates to "come up, you cowards, and fight like men," but the men stayed below deck. The British tried to board the ship but Michelle, Mary and Anne fought them off, killing a score of the British and forcing them to give up their efforts to capture the ship intact and forcing a retreat. Both Mary and Anne were wounded but recovered and their bond with Michelle thereafter sealed. It also hardened Michelle’s increasing hatred for the British.
It should be noted that Michelle HUNG her entire crew after this incident save for Anne and Mary!
(Now…while some would maybe call this extreme, lets not judge Michelle too harshly. Besides, she let her dog Carly live too! I find that to be very endearing.)
In 1719, Michelle and her crew gained their greatest notoriety by STEALING A FRIGATE! Michelle and her crew, lead by Anne and Mary were at a town in Cuba, refitting their small sloop, when a 60 gun Spanish warship charged with patrolling the Cuban coast entered the harbor, along with a small English sloop they had captured. The Spanish warship saw the pirates but could not get at them at low tide, so they parked in the harbor entrance to wait for morning to move in and attack. That night under cover of darkness, Michelle and her crew silently rowed out and overpowered the Spanish guards on the frigate and took the crew and officers prisoner. By morning, they left the harbor with the much larger, newer ship and prize, along with the captured English sloop. As dawn broke the townspeople were greeted by the wonderful site of the entire Spanish crew standing naked on the beach and their captain and officers all wearing dresses and tied to stakes in the sand and looking quite embarrassed. Michelle had even placed wigs on the Spaniards heads. It is widely thought that these represented the first cross-dressers in the Western hemisphere. It was that stolen ship that Michelle named ultimately, the “Southern Cross”.
The crew was gathered on the main deck at high noon and a hotter one could not have been picked! The temperature was sizzling, it was horribly humid and the sun was beating down on us in waves. It didn’t matter however as the time had been set and both women were beyond anxious. The main deck near the front of the ship was cleared and I stood out in the open area on the overlooking quarterdeck deck and began addressing the crew. Michelle was wearing her usual Captain’s working garb: a loose-sleeved red homespun shirt that laced up the front, and a metal reinforced corselet made of black leather. A wide leather pistol belt holding two flintlocks ran diagonally across her chest. Another pistol jammed down under her wide leather waist belt. Her shapely legs (I can damn well say my legs are shapely, who will if I don’t? And if you like those, try moving up to my tits! I can say that, can't I?) were clad in black trousers, with high, folded-over black boots. On her head was a broad-brimmed black hat. One side was rolled up, and a jaunty black and white plume waved in the breeze. Say what you want but this bitch can DRESS!
“Ladies and cross-dressers!” “Oh you too Freddie and your Village peeps (see Chapter 1)” ”You all know why we’re here!” “You all shall bear witness to a contest for my second in command of the greatest pirate fleet the oceans of the world have ever seen!” “And that choice has come down to a trial by combat by two women you all know and respect!!”
I walked over to Anne and found her with her staring out at the open sea. There was a flask in her hand as she turned and spoke. “Captain,” Anne said, “I’ve spoken to the crew and reassured them.” “There is to be no interference, no repercussions if this turns out badly for me.” Then Anne spoke again. "But Michelle, if she wins, please kill the BITCH!" I smiled and responded. "Love to!" I looked Anne in the eyes and neither of us spoke for a moment, we didn’t have to, we had been together too long. I then took her in my arms and kissed her like there was going to be no tomorrow! (God its good Ta be Da Captain!) We broke our what seemed like an endless kiss and I whispered to Anne, “Kick her ass and I’ll fuck you into a coma later baby”. I then heard Mary walk up behind me and stop. I turned and looked at her over my shoulder, then slowly turned and extended my hand to her. I took it in mine and I said in a low voice….”Good luck Mary, I fear your going to need it” Mary looked at me quizzically and I just smiled.
The two women made their way down to the cleared main deck and through the gathered crew that surrounded it as spectators. Each was handed a cutlass in a scabbard and made their way to opposite ends of the cleared area. Anne was dressed in brown trousers and folded over black boots, along with a loose-sleeved white shirt, almost open to her navel, revealing her rather ample cleavage. Her chest and face already streaked with perspiration. She had put on brown gloves over her hands.
Mary was dressed similarly, black trousers, brown folded over boots and also a white shirt she had open to just below her heaving breasts. She wore a gold necklace around her neck. Black gloves adorned her hands.
Each woman slowly drew her sword from its scabbard, and then tossed the scabbard aside as they slowly began circling each other, sizing each other up, swords extended out, occasionally feinting and thrusting, both twirling the point of the sword in front of her adversary. Each tried to stay balanced, keeping her feet about shoulder width apart as she parried, keeping her feet on the ground as she tried to slide forwards and backward.
Their intense duel ranged across the deck with swords clanging together and loud shrieks filling the heavy sea air!! Crew members were shouting encouragement to their favorite! Anne’s assaults, incessant, insistent and intrusive, drove Mary clear across and all around the main deck!! Both swung their swords from overhead and they clanged together loudly! Mary then suddenly swung her right leg up and DROVE HER FOOT up into Anne’s midsection!!! Anne GRUNTED OUT and felt HER BODY SLAM INTO THE RAILING!! GUUUUUUUUH!!! Mary raised her cutlass over her head and slammed it down on Anne!! Anne quickly twisted and rolled her body to the side along the railing and just barely evaded Mary’s sword as it slammed and cut into the wood railing, splinters flying in all directions!! Ann quickly spun back around and over and drove her right fist hard into Mary’s jaw before she could pull her sword loose from the railing!! Mary’s head twisted with the blow and she quickly twisted her head back and suddenly spit blood from her mouth in Anne’s face!! Mary grinned and whispered to Anne, “Next time bitch!” she snarled as she jerked her sword free from the railing!
Anne jerked her head back and glared in anger at Mary, throwing another right fist that cracked into Mary’s chin! Mary’s head jerked back, her hair flying as she staggered back a few steps! Anne knew the best defense is good offense and it was now time while Mary was stunned! She repeatedly thrust her cutlass at Mary so fast that all Mary could do was defend. Anne kept thrusting in at Mary time and time again, gliding in on her front boot and pushing off her back one! Mary parrying down and across to counter Anne’s thrusts, her sword clanging against Anne’s! Anne slowly backing Mary up!! A quick slash by Anne suddenly across Mary’s upper arm!! Her khaki colored shirt immediately showing an every growing blotch of red! Mary slashed her cutlass across Anne’s chest and the sharp point of the blade caught the side of Anne’s right breast as she shrieked in pain! Her white shirt now becoming stained with red over her breast! Then a slash by Anne across Mary’s midsection and another swath of red appearing on her shirt! Mary cryed out as the razor sharp sword tip finds its mark and cuts through her shirt and scraping across that top layer of skin covering her abs! A swath of red appearing across her white shirt! Anne then began going low with her thrusts, then suddenly she swung her sword in an upward slicing motion at the end of one of her thrusts. The tip of the blade cut along Mary’s soft white cheek! Mary’s hands thrust up, her hand holding the sword going to her cut face! Anne then slashed across with her sword hard against the blade of Mary’s, with a loud metallic clang the swords impact and Mary’s flies from her hand, sending it flying across the quarterdeck!! Anne then quickly places the point of her sword almost against Mary’s throat, pinning her against the railing, Mary’s torso leaning back over the top of it more and more as Anne pushes the sword closer to Mary’s throat! The crew screaming out for blood!!
“Cut out her tongue Anne!” “Run the whore through!”
Anne’s eyes grow wider as her trembling lips began to speak. “SAY YOUR PRAYERS cxnt!” She drew back the sword a bit and began to push it against Mary’s throat when suddenly….
BAMM!!!!!!
A shot ring out!! Captain Michelle was standing on the upper deck level overlooking the action and holding a discharged pistol over her head, smoke still curling from the muzzle.
“IT’S OVER!” Michelle shouted! “I won’t loose a good crew person if I can help it!” “I need all of you when I assault Port Royal!” “IS THAT UNDERSTOOD?”
“Now…does ANYONE DISAGREE with me?”
The crew began looking around at each other, whispering, shrugging shoulders.
Michelle quickly laid the discharged pistol on the railing, her left hand already holding another loaded pistol as she reached down and pulled a second from inside her belt, cocking both flintlocks and leveling them at the gathered crew.
Harper is standing by her, a pistol in each hand. Michelle glances over out of the corner of her eye and sees Harper, then focuses again on the crew in front of her, and whispers “Where in the HELL DID YOU COME FROM?”
Harper answers, “Oh I was just in the neighborhood looking for a Starbucks and thought you might need a hand”
Michelle’s smile grows wider as she whispers back “Thanks smart ass, I owe you one”
Harper replies “Does that mean I get a back rub tonight?” “Maybe get my toenails painted?”
Michelle smiles, then grins a moment. “Mebbe, sorta”
Michelle then yells out to the crew “ANYONE?” “NO ONE!” “OH COME ON!!” Surely one of you bitches is DUMB enough to make a move or Say SOMETHING?” “JESUS!” ‘You girls used to be SO MUCH FUN TOO!” “So I don’t get to shoot ANYONE TODAY?” ‘No one has some REALLY FUTILE GESTURE to make or BONE-HEADED thing to say?” “No one even going to SHOOT ME THE MIDDLE FINGER?”
The suddenly, from the back of the gathered crew, a hand slowly rises above all the hats and heads and a MIDDLE FINGER BEGINS TO STRETCH FROM THE UPRAISED HAND.
Michelle squints and peers at the hand for a moment and her jaw just drops!
“MOM?”
“IS THAT YOUR HAND MOM?” “COME ON MOMMY!!” “WE TALKED ABOUT THIS DAMMIT!”
“YOU PROMISED TO RESPECT ME AS CAPTAIN!!”
Michelle folds her arms across her chest and stomps her boot down hard on the deck, pouting as she turns her back to the gathered crew.
A voice comes out from the back of the gathered mass “Sorry honey!” “I forgot!”
Michelle turns back and faces the crew and yells out one more time.
“You girls used to be SO MUCH FUN!” “FUCK!” “I used to have to shoot ONE OF YOU A WEEK in the ASS!”
A voice is heard from the huddled masses “Why not SHOOT YOUR MOM IN THE ASS THEN?”
The crew burst out in collective laughter and Michelle breaks up herself. The ploy had worked and the chain of command was now set as she wanted it. Anne is her co-captain and for the moment she got her crew to buy in.
Michelle’s exec officer Harper leaned against the railing next to Michelle. Michelle looked over at Harper and smiled, whispering to her “Why'd I get mixed up with that bitch Anne anyway?”
Harper smiled broadly and answered. “Cause she's got a GREAT ASS... and you got your head ….ALL THE WAY UP IT!” “Ferocious, aren't I?” “When we think of ASSES, a woman's ASS, we gotta think Anne..,,,don’t we Captain?”
Michelle stopped for a minute and thought ”Why did Harper just sound so much like Al Pachino in the movie “Heat”?”
Michelle screamed down to the crew. ”Make sail for Port Royal!!” ‘Look lively girls!!” “Oh you too Freddie!”
“Officer’s Call in my cabin in 10 minutes!!”
We next see Michelle, Anne, Harper and Mary in Michelle’s opulent almost Central Park West-like cabin, going over a map of Port Royal and the surrounding area.
“Its like this girls.” “Anne is leading half the fleet around to the backside of the port and they’ll come ashore and move inland.” “Harper is going to sneak in with her ladies and take out the lookouts and see of she can spike as many cannon as she can before first light.” “I’ll lead the fleet to the mouth of the bay and we’ll drift in from there”. I will lead the fleet into the harbor and Mary will follow in the “Flying Vagina” (snickers heard amongst the group)
“At first light I’ll begin firing with a broadside at the fort.” “That will be the signal for Anne to attack from behind the fort.” “Harper and her people will have sneaked around to join Anne.”
“If everyone is in place and we have surprise on our side ladies, we can do this!!” “OK, everyone to their positions, we make Port Royal within the hour!”
“Good Luck!!”
TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 3 – PORT ROYAL AND BEYOND
