The following is Chapter 5 Part 1 and MY NEWEST CHAPTER of my continuing series on "The Sexy Sluts of the Spanish Main and Dread Pirate Michelle" Michelle and her fleet have decided for a little action in Puerto del Principe, Cuba and get a surprise in the form of a French frigate. Again. Many thinks to those of you who have supported my writing of this series and I sincerely hope you have enjoyed reading it as much as I have loved writing it. As always , any comments, suggestions, cheers and jeers are welcomed as I am always looking to try and make this series better and more entertaining.
So here we go with Chapter 5 Part 1!!
Chapter 5, Part 1 – The Sexy Sluts and Captain Michelle Make for Cuba – The 50 Shades of Captain Michelle - "Southern Cross" and the "L’Insurgente"
Time: Sunrise, December 15, 1814
Place: Captain Michelle’s cabin on her flagship the 54-gun frigate “Southern Cross”
Location: the northern cost of Cuba, approaching the "Port of Puerto del Principe" after leaving Havana.
"Puerto del Principe" was the first harbor on the Island of Cuba visited by Columbus (on November 18, 1492) during his first voyage of discovery, and called by him Puerto del Príncipe. In November 1511, Diego de Velazquez was sent by Columbus, son of the great Admiral and Governor at the time of Santo Domingo, with an expedition of four ships and 300 men, to conquer and settle the island. Here in 1514, in the same harbor Columbus had named Puerto del Príncipe he planted a colony and gave to it the name of "Santa María Puerto del Principe".
Why Puerto Del Principe? Michelle had been asked that question for weeks now. Even her trusted lieutenants Harper, Annie and Mary didn’t know. Everyone was simply following Captain Michelle’s orders without question. They all trusted her and she had never steered them wrong, always leading them through each and every "storm" they had ever faced. Michelle had heard stories of a treasure so great, so vast, it would make all they had plundered to date pale in comparison. She now had as close to “proof” of that treasures existence as she could ever have dreamed of. She had eyewitness accounts and SHE HAD A MAP! The treasure in question was the legendary “Cock D’Oro”, the famous “Golden Cock” (I aint talking a rooster here folks!) and associated treasures. It was left by an ancient and sacred Mayan civilization and was widely considered to be a treasure that you could not put a price on. It was not just ANY COCK, but a COCK OF SOLID FUCKING GOLD!! When I say huge, this fucker was HUGE! Legend had it , this cock was SIX METERS LONG AND A METER IN DIAMATER (Now I ask you, did you really HONESTLY think a story with Michelle in it would last this long (sorry, no pun intended) and there be absolutely NO talk of a COCK? SERIOUSLY? REALLY NOW?)
What no one but Michelle knew was she had confided in Harper and told her of her plans and the treasure. She asked Harper if this time she was being irrational, taking too big a chance and putting the lives of she and the crew under excessive if not insane risks. As they stood on deck one afternoon when the "Southern Cross" was caught in a hurricane and it looked like the ship would be destroyed, she asked Harper,
“My God Harper, what have I done?”
Harper answered,
“What you had to do. What you always do.…you cheat death….then turn death into a fighting chance to live."
“BESIDES, IT'S A BIG COCK!” “I MEAN COME ON CHELLEY!” “YOU KNOW YOU AND COCK!!”
So Captain Michelle was on a quest, a quest for her own vision of the “Holy Grail”. Michelle also knew it would be a quest that would be fraught with danger and surprises. But that was why she became a pirate and why she was the captain!
I am awake before dawn, 0500 a.m., the bells striking two times, almost seeming far off and then a moment later very near. The most devout moments of my life have been spent in bed early in the morning listening to those bells. They flood over me, drawing me out of myself. I know where I am suddenly: part of this ship and happy. I lean out of the window and am washed by the cool sea air, air it seems that no one else has yet breathed. I was where I wanted to be, the only place I called home…. this ship, the sea.
THREE BELLS IN the morning watch found the “Southern Cross” sailing steadily northeastward along the twenty-third parallel with the wind just abaft her beam; she was heeling no more than two strakes under her topgallant sails, and she could have set her royals, if the amorphous heap of merchantmen under her lee had not determined to travel very slowly until full daylight, no doubt for fear of “tripping over the lines of longitude” or losing our bearings. The sky was still grey and it was impossible to say whether it was clear or covered with very high cloud; but the sea itself already had a nacreous light that belonged more to the day than the darkness, and this light was reflected in the great convexities of the topsails, giving them the lustre of grey pearls. God I love the sea!!…
As always, I took my morning walk on deck walking by the morning sentry and smiled “Good Morning Ailes” “How goes the morning?”
Ailes was one of the younger ladies of the crew, but always ready with a smile and a salute, although ceremony was something Captain Michelle hardly stood for on the “Southern Cross”
“Wonderful Morning Captain Ma’am!” Ailes replied as she saluted while Michelle walked by.
We seemed so far away from the fire that seemed to be enveloping the world at this time. War raged in Europe as Napoleon had escaped from Elba and raised another Grande Armée de la République as the Allies struggled to mount a resistance led by Wellington. Another war raged in America as England and the United States were locked in a death struggle once again (can’t we all just get along?).
Captain Michelle had just left Havana after meeting with her long time friend, Captain Jack Aubrey of the Royal Navy. Michelle and Aubrey first met when both served aboard ship under Lord Nelson and it’s a friendship that transcends the woes of war. Aubrey was sent to negotiate with Michelle to bring her pirates into the war with England against America. It was a task Aubrey hated as he secretly admired the new young country and he much preferred searching the oceans of the world looking for French ships and prizes. He was glad he would be able to stay out of it the American conflict but he was asked by the Admiralty to talk to Michelle and he obeyed. England wanted Captain Michelle’s on their side, pirate or not.
Despite some of her actions brutal and illegitimate activities, Captain Michelle was not a pirate in the evil sense. The Scotswoman was a magnificent buccaneer , certainly the most famous one . Described as a remarkable leader and a fearsome conqueror, she had a couple of legendary battles and unique tactics, which brought her fame and wealth. Because of all her deeds, Michelle was a true hero of the Caribbean. She also knew she didn’t need England, England needed her.
He was happy to see his old friend and he already knew what her answer would be and where her heart was. Part of him hoped the war with America would end soon and she wouldn’t become involved. Events in Belgium would hopefully see to that. First, The United States and England were already negotiating an end to the war in Ghent, Belgium. It also appeared that the allies would settle a score with Napoleon once and for all, also in Belgium. Rumor had it armies were massing on either side of a small town called Waterloo. Two of the greatest battles in military history were about to explode and finally bring the world peace, Aubrey hoped.
As he made preparations to sail from Puerto del Principe in his ship, the Sophie, he wished in many ways he could have stayed with her and become one of her pirates. Such is the stuff dreams are made of. But Aubrey was of England, it was his home and he was a Royal Navy officer. His loyalty was unquestioned. But like his friend Michelle, that word “friend” meant everything. He was glad to be sailing away in spite of his longing. It just wasn’t the right time. He remembered their final words together as she asked him who he thought was going to win the war with America. Aubrey repiled,
“I’d speculate that England will prevail as always. Emgland always prevails”
Michelle smiled at her old friend and replied,
"Speculation is a poor form of investment and equally poor form of politics."
“I’ll take my chances on America Jack” “I think Vegas has them at 3 to 2”
Jack laughed out loud as he knew that somehow in his heart of hearts, Michelle was probably right. She always seemed to be right and knew things before he did. He wasn’t afraid to admit she was probably a better captain than him too. Michelle still wondered about the offer Aubrey had made her. A captaincy in the Royal Navy, her very own “ship of the line” and crew was indeed attractive. Those Royal Navy uniforms are pretty stylish overall, she thought; if they would only design one that showed my tummy a bit and had a little cleavage I might take their offer more seriously. Michelle said to herself,
“It was so refreshing to work with someone who'll throw a saddle on a gift horse rather than look it in the mouth”
Michelle’s second home was England and there were days she longed for life in London again. She so missed Jack and his wife; they were like family to her. There were, however, stronger forces pulling her though. She had sat up many a night and read and re-read the United States Declaration of Independence. She wondered “Was this for me? My crew?” Could America be that “firm” deck under our feet instead of the shifting waters of an often unforgiving ocean? She then read the letter she got from her close friend Jean Lafitte. His words moved her and the two often were of one mind. She longed for him, and for America. She woke finally from her daydream and found herself gazing out over the bow railing over the open seas. The following is from Captain Michelle’s journal for that faithful day:
I walked back to my cabin after my early morning stroll on deck and opened the door, turning to see the morning sunrise flowing through the bay windows.
As I entered my cabin, I noticed “her” clothes on the floor, leaving a trail towards my bed. Following it with my eyes to see where it ended I saw “Annie” sprawled naked on her back on my bed. Her hair was shorter, a slightly lighter auburn streaked with stunning gold highlights flowing like a waterfall, pouring down her right shoulder. The black silk sheets were pulled around her waist leaving her glorious perfect sensual up-turned breasts on display.
I remembered the first time I had met Anne Bonney…
Captain Michelle: “Dear lady, what do they call you?”
Anne: “Annie when they’re sober, a whore when they’re sauced. But NEVER lady”
Anne Bonney meeting Captain Michelle in Port Royal in 1794.
I call her “Annie”, if anyone else did she most likely would shoot them or run them through. That’s my Annie.
Annie took what she wanted from the world and never made any apologies. She and I were alike in so many respects. Annie had her beginnings as an illegitimate child, through her volatile coming-of-age as a misbegotten aristocrat, rebellious daughter, and hot-tempered teen. But it is her transformation to a cutthroat pirate who pined for seafaring adventure, enduring love, and the lasting bonds of friendship that showcased Bonney's true spirit. That is what truly endeared her to me.
Licking my lips, I began picturing herself suckling on her small pink nipples, as I stripped off my pants, tossed my plumed hat aside and began unbuttoning my shirt. Our eyes locked on each other’s, hers lighting up as she watched me slowly, seductively undress at the foot of the bed. I finally was standing there in only my matching bra and panties and black thigh highs (courtesy of Victoria’s Secret in Havana), reaching up and grabbing the loose end of the black ribbon that held my long dark chocolate brown hair back in a ponytail. Feeling it cascade down over my bare shoulders and down my back as I pulled the silk ribbon free. I reached behind me and unfastened my bra, my firm rounded aching breasts falling free, my own nipples growing harder and more erect instantly.
Looking around, I suddenly got this wicked smile on my face. I walked over and plucked one of the long peacock feathers from the vase on the floor in the corner. My bare feet danced across the wooden floor as I made my way back to the bed. I crept back towards the foot of the bed and noticed she had covered her eyes with a scarf – it did make the game more fun and sexier. Standing about a foot from the edge of the bed I slowly raised the feather, held it above her body and thought of where I wanted to start. Should I start with her feet, her legs…..those long luscious legs that never seemed to end…..or should I start where my lips wanted to be??
“Decisions, Decisions!”
I’m pretty sure Annie realizes the real power her pussy possesses. As a wise woman once said,
"Power is a lot like real estate. It's all about location, location, location. The closer you are to the source, the higher your property value."
The closer you got to Annie’s pussy, the more the power increased and its value became immeasurable.
I then lowered the feather and waved it ever so slowly back and forth in front of her face like a fan. As Annie’s eyes moved from side, following its movement, her eyes lit up and widened like saucers, the corners of her sexy mouth turning up in a wry smile. I wanted to drive her insane, take her to the edge of heaven and hell all in a matter of moments. She knew I could do it too. Her body softened beneath the delicate touch of the feather dancing across her cheek and down her neck. The feather skillfully guided by my hand as I skirted it across her skin and made her coil against the bed. Moving it lower to her breasts, the cool touch of the soft tip making her nipples harden even more so.
I concentrated my gaze to her breasts; she had beautiful pert mounds that I always found irresistible to touch. Leaning close I flicked the tip of my long wet sexy tongue across one of her nipples. Instantly Annie whined softly and squirmed. I had learned early on in our relationship how sensitive she was when her nipples were lavished with attention. She became very responsive to the slightest touch and I loved to tease her!
Swirling the tip of the feather across and under her breasts, taking each in turn, I knew Annie craved for more. She wanted to ask for more…but at this stage she dare not speak. She didn’t want the game to stop; and neither did I. She bit her lip trying to resist asking for me to suck on her flesh, to purse my soft lips around her sensitive buds, those plump pink nipples and just suckle. It was what she wanted right now, and I knew it…but I made her wait…just a little longer. Didn’t some sadist say once,
“Good things come to those that wait”
Moving the feather lower, swirling invisible patterns against her abdomen with the feather tip as Annie’s flesh rippled. She tried to keep still, but the tickling made it very difficult. I loved watching her squirm as she tried to remain motionless as I taunted her skin and smiled. I rewarded her gallant attempt to obey me with a deep suck on her right protruding nipple, Annie gasping beneath my mouth. I suckled gently; flipping my tongue across the tender flesh and I could feel Annie’s body tense beneath me. I was becoming intensely aroused myself as I could feel the moisture growing rapidly between my thighs but I resisted touching myself and letting her touch me. At this point, driving Annie to the edge of insanity by taunting would make my own climax so much more intense and enjoyable, as it would her own.
I lifted my face up and pulled my mouth away from her aching breast, releasing her throbbing, tingling nipple from my wanting lips, getting up off the bed and walking down to its foot. Annie had playfully reached down and again pulled the silk sheets back up over her body to just under her neck with both hands. I reached up and grabbed the sheets Annie was clutching, and gently, slowly pulled them back down her body, down over her abs, thighs, knees and feet, finally off the foot of the bed. I wanted to get another good look at that amazing body I had admired for months. Annie's skin glowed in the soft lamp light, creating shadows along her firm sinewy muscles. She lay there, completely naked, the beauty of her sending a flood of burning need through me. She smelled wonderful and her scent only increased as I pulled the sheet down her body. I loved her naked and raw, with just her own perfect odor satiating my senses.
I climbed up on the foot of bed and got to my knees, her feet just down between my legs, and I began to drag the feather ever so slowly along the inside of her right ankle, knee and then the inside of her right thigh as I crawled my way up along her sexy frame, moving like a predator cat on all fours. I then ever so softly dragged the tip of the feather along her wet labia, the moving the soft feathers in a light brushing motion over her pussy, creating a scintillating touch that teased her in an excruciating caress. I watched the feather dance across her mound, then down between her legs, across her labia and back down her inner thigh. Her body trembled beneath me and I grinned wide as she writhed and moaned.
“OH GOD NO!!” Annie cursed through clenched teeth.
I reached up with my left hand and using my left thumb and forefinger I began to gently spread her outer lips apart as I let them traverse her wet labia up and down I then began twisting the feather between her outer lips, her body shuddering as she screamed out
"OHHHH, OH NO!! OH GOD!!! NOT THERE!”
I flicked the feather lightly over her clit. The sensation was unbearable – as I used the lightest touch, but not enough to bring her off too fast, not enough to get over the edge. I wanted to push her so close to the edge but not over it. The warmth of the soft pads of my fingertips against wet mushy folds of her skin caused Annie to continue moaning quietly. I drew invisible lines up and down her thighs with my two fingers, and then fleetingly brushed my fingers across her sex. Her wetness was becoming intoxicating to me. It gave me a high when I felt her creamy excitement. Some sort of depraved satisfaction enveloped me, knowing I could make her wet so easily. My own excitement just skyrocketed when I pressed my fingers against her folds, making her wantonly moan.
“OHHH I'M BEGGING YOU! OHHHH I CAN'T STAND IT!"
she screamed as I tickled her opening, the feather teasing the wet, mushy soft folds of skin. Her arousal grew more and more intense and I was LOVING it, her thighs quivering, her chest heaving, her face flushed and contorted in both pleasure and agony. RIGHT ON THE EDGE!! – And I intended to keep her there for as long as I could!! Now who says Captain Michelle is a not giving girl?
As the end of the feather got wetter it became even more rigid and I was able to slide it deeper inside of her and over her clit easier, moving it back and forth over her swollen spasming nub.
The ends of my mouth curving up gently, my dark eyes widening as they meet Annie's. Each of us now the object of a desire that has finally become too overwhelming for us to keep fighting any longer. I tossed the feather to the side as a tingling sensation shot up along the curvature of my spine, goose bumps forming on my torso, shoulders, upper back and arms as I slide my own arms around her slender waist. Staring.... mesmerized as we gazed into each other's eyes, Anne gazing in my face with those burning and languid eyes of hers, inching forward ever so slowly, my arms sliding more so around her waist as her arms draped around my neck. Our wanting lips growing closer and closer, gasps of shallow warm breath flowing across our soft cheeks, our lips so close we can feel the warmth emanating from their fullness, their desire, God------the heat! Yes-----the HEAT!! Our hot lips beginning at first to travel over our soft cheeks, moving towards that inevitable contact. Less
than a
millimeter away now from the longing lip-to-lip contact we so much desire, we ache for! My arms wrapping around her, pulling her tighter to me and at the same time lifting her up a little. Feeling our breasts begin to press tighter, enjoying the nipple-to-nipple contact, while our breathing made our aching breasts heave and swell even further. Annie moaned and her glazed eyes closed for a second. She opened them and then stared hotly down between us at our at our almost form-fitting curves, smiled sexily at me with a glowing face and her lower lip clenched between her teeth, our chests rocking ever so slightly together. Our fleshy suppleness touching, our hard erect nipples tingling, almost straining for the touch they desire as we feel our bodies slowly lowering to my bed.
I slowly lay down on top of Anne's own body, letting her feel my weight as she stretched out her toned frame under mine. I could feel every cleft, every curve, and every rippling muscle, which exposed me to a total, all-embracing, sweat dripping body massage that went right to my crotch. I grabbed both of Anne’s wrists and pulled her arms up above her head and pinned them to the bed. I then spread her legs wide with my own long legs, grape vining her and stretching her arms further over her head. I moaned joyfully and let my groin slide hotly up and down between Annie's sweaty thighs causing our crotches to squeeze together rhythmically. Slowly I allowed myself to feel, to kiss the softness and the warmth of Anne’s lips. My white-hot, wet wanting tongue sought entrance through her soft creamy moist lips and was not denied. Both of us could feel the pain, the ache of desire that had stayed locked in the center of our beings for so long, slowly bubble over at the surface like a slowly erupting volcano. We had each ached so long to feel the other and there was no stopping us now.
I leaned into her and parted my full lips, letting them barely open at first, then letting them gently dab at Annie’s a few times. I then gently brushed over hers once more before slowly letting them settle over hers as my mouth began to cover those lips I have desired for so long. I then begin to press against her lips with some light pressure at first as a soft moan flowed over my lips and then over her own as I began to inhale her very essence. Feeling my chest expand against hers, then feeling my long wet sexy tongue slowly began to snake its way over my lips and between the creamy lusciousness of her mouth as our kiss started to deepen. Letting my tongue playfully dab at hers a few times at first, then feeling it slide over hers, exploring it. I then let my tongue begin wrapping around hers and start to wrestle with it. Our tongues locked together in a lover’s embrace as we let them begin to thrash about on our mouths. I let my mouth gently suck at her tongue...feeling it being pulled between my lips as my moans intensified as I let them squeeze her tongue, then release it a bit and then letting my lips clamp on it and suck it gently and slowly back between my wanting lips again. Repeating this as I work at almost fucking her tongue, so almost wanting it to cum in my mouth. Our lips press tighter still as the moans come from deep within us. I finally let my lips soften their pressure against hers and I begin to release her oh so abused tongue. My lips finally began to part a bit as I released our passionate kiss...
My stretched my tall frame out over hers as I pulled my face back, my body throbbing with desire. She laid there, a fine sheen covering her body, her breath still ragged and the pulse pounding in her throat. Our eyes locked together in a longing gaze as she smiled and spoke softly
“Why Captain, if I had known you kissed like that I would have come to your cabin a lot sooner”
I titled my head and laughed at her words, leaning in and kissing the tip of her nose and whispering,
“Well, I could pull rank on you…BITCH”
Annie giggled and whispered back,
“Ooooooh!” “I love it when you pull rank and ORDER me!” “Can you break out that crop of yours?” “You gonna put your leather on?”
I grinned evilly at her and said "AND FOR MY NEXT TRICK…………"
I looked at Annie almost appraisingly, letting my tongue slide slowly over my upper lip as I arched my right eyebrow. I grinned and arched my lower back as I let my crotch grind and twist against hers, feeling our warm wet juices begin to mix as our thighs begin to be coated with our essence. Annie had one of the most beautiful bodies I had ever seen, with swelling up turned breasts, threatening to burst her tight shirt open, firm, shapely ass and long, strong, slender legs. My left arm had slid up under hers while my right arm had drifted down, my right hand covering her supple left breast, my long slender fingers almost kneading the firm flesh of that perfect breast, her aroused pink nipple teasing the flesh of my palm. I let the hand slide down and move over the contours of her abs, my sensitive fingertips stopping on occasion and pressing into the firm muscles under the taut skin. Her skin felt beautiful, warm and inviting, and I let my hands play further downward, caressing every inch. My hand moving down still further as it glides down between her thighs, feeling the moisture content increasing as my fingers extend, searching. My forefinger and index fingers gliding along the glistening sheen that covers the folds of skin, letting them spread them apart a bit as they glide along the sensual path.
I bring my mouth down and let my face center itself over her left breast. I look up at her one more time and gave her a quick wink before I circle her nipple with my tongue, and then gave it a light flick. Continuing to grind, I moved her mouth down to Annie’s left breast, my pursed lips gently blowing across her. Annie’s breathing was becoming more and more labored and I knew she was close to climaxing. I stopped all my movements, took one of Annie’s breasts in my mouth.... my lips riding up and down over Annie’s firm breast.... sliding up along her nipple before popping off of it...my lips then settling over the excited nipple again as I worked my way once again down the nipple and out along and down the sides of Anne's excited heaving breast. Then with my right hand I plunged a finger into Annie’s soaking wet center and thrust her thumb against Anne’s clit. Annie cried out in ecstasy. I had expected Annie to climax as soon as I entered her, and was surprised that the she was still begging for more. I added another finger and started to drive them in and out of Annie with a gentle yet ever increasing force...rhythmically forcing my long slender fingers deeper.
"Michelle!!!" Anne’s scream echoed in the room as she arched into the pressure that I was was applying...her body lurching again as the screams flowed over her dry parched lips as the orgasm flowing thru her again and again!!!
Her body convulsed against mine the waves completely overcoming her as I simply let go and fell crashing over the edge. The explosion was blinding, a free fall of fire and pleasure rippling through her entire body. Her hand had slide down between my thighs. She felt her fingers play and tease the swollen flesh, glistening with my excitement only made her juices flow more. Annie dipped her thumb into the entrance of my wetness, pushing firmly and slowly she swirled gently. Annie intensified the game when she replaced her thumb with her long fingers, pressing them deep inside of me, teasing my walls, probing for that spot that would make me cry out. It got the reaction she commanded and I arched her back and bucked against her touch, screaming her name out loudly as my orgasm shook me to my very core!!
“FUCK!!!...ANNIE!!!.... FUCK!!!”
We writhed and shook in each other’s arms, clutching each other tightly, the only sounds our rapid gasps of breath.
When her breathing settled and I felt her body relax slightly I began again. I caressed her inner walls with my fingers, teasing her, feeling her muscles tighten around my digits as I explored, wanting her so badly again. With my other hand now moved to rest on her mound, I brushed the soft pad of my thumb across her clitoris. She was wet with the sweet nectar that oozed from her as I played. Swapping my thumb for fingers, I gently pried open her folds to expose her ripe, juicy bud and suckle. Annie twitched and writhed, the muscles in her thighs trembled and once again she felt the heightened pleasure start to build in her core. Panting hard and nearing orgasm, Annie was almost there. I could feel the tensing of her sex muscles until she finally gave in and released again, screaming and panting!
I stopped all my movements and removed my fingers slowly and gently from the warm center they’d nestled in. I moved my face over Annie’s torso, lacing her flesh with a gentle kiss here and there on the way. When I pressed my lips to hers she responded greedily, opening her mouth to his searching tongue. She gave me a deep, branding kiss. It was firm and was what we both wanted and needed as I collapsed against Annie’s hot body and we nestled in to a warm embrace.
We woke a bit later, lying on our sides when she spoke
“Wow recess is almost over. We’ve gotta get you back to school, don’t we?”
I held her closer to be and gazed into her sexy eyes longingly and said,
"That was great Mom. Can you go make me some pancakes now ?"
She looked into my eyes and whispered,
“Do you think…If we never did anything we shouldn’t do, we wouldn’t feel good during the times that we did the things we should do…Right Captain?”
I laughed and leaned in and kissed her gently and whispered.
“"Annie….before sex, we help each other get naked and after sex you only dress yourself. The moral of this story: In life, no one helps you after your FUCKED!”
The Southern Cross returned to sea on December 20. When the ship unfurled her sails and spread her wings it was not unlike an eager hawk set free. If the winds were with us, there was no stopping her. On the eighth, Captain Michelle noted in her journal: “Very squally disagreeable weather the past twenty four hours, with rain and a strong head sea.” The crew was set to knotting and splicing as the frigate stood on her tacks between Havana and Santiago, with no vessels in sight. For two days the horizon was strangely clear of any sails; but at midday on February 9, about five or six leagues northeast of the island of Nevis— Alexander Hamilton’s birthplace— the lookout hailed the deck to report that he could see a single ship in the south, hull down and standing to westward. The Southern Cross immediately hauled her wind and gave chase. Scrutinizing the stranger through her long glass, Captain Michelle could see that she was a very large ship, with a soaring pyramid of canvas. In her journal he noted: “I take her for a large ship of war, possibly French”
At half past twelve, just minutes after she was sighted, the stranger altered course, bringing the wind onto her quarter and standing to the northwest. She soon passed under the Southern Cross’s lee, at a distant of about five leagues. With aggressive maneuvering it was within Michelle’s power to bring her into action. She did not know what ship she was— she could be English or even French— but she was determined to close to signaling distance, if not closer. Secretly she hoped it was French as she wasn’t ready for war with the English
Although Michelle did not yet know it, the chase was the French 64-gun frigate "L’Insurgente", the ship that had fired into and captured the American naval schooner Retaliation in November. She was reputed to be one of the fastest ships in the French navy. Rather than sailing for Europe as Michelle had been led to believe, she had sailed north into the Bahamas to hunt British merchantmen. Three weeks earlier, she had been chased by the American ship Constitution, but managed to escape. If she had escaped the Constitution, she must indeed be something special. Captain Michelle knew the Constitution well, and her Commander Isaac Brock. He was in her eyes, next to Jack Aubrey, the best sailor on the seas
The L'Insurgente Captain, Michel-Pierre Barreaut, called for his glass, went aloft, and stood on the foretopsail yard to have a look at his pursuer. That she was a frigate, the Frenchman had no doubt. What he did not yet know was whether the pursuer was American, English or pirate. What he did know was he had an English ship in the harbor of Peurto de Principe and possibly another enemy frigate outside the harbor. He looked over to his lieutenant and said,
Barreault: “We have two catch-22 situations simultaneously. Is there even a name for that?”
Lieutenant: “How about a catch-44?”
Barreault: “And you made lieutenant with that bit of brilliance?” “Huh Einstein?”
Lieutenant: “If you can keep your head while those about you are losing theirs, have you considered becoming a guillotine operator?"
Barreault: “It looks like I'm eating everyone's shit. I'm like the last guy in a human centipede with this!” “What’s French for WE’RE FUCKED?”
In any case, he had no intention of closing with her, and every intention of avoiding an engagement even if it required him to flee. The French were numerically inferior in the West Indies and their priority was to preserve what naval force they had on the station. A frigate could do more for France’s cause by destroying enemy commerce than by engaging an enemy man-of-war or worse yet, pirates. He suspected this was the Southern Cross and he had concerns about taking her on based on what the ship had done to the Spanish frigate, the 74-gun Trinidad.
TO BE CONTINUED IN CHAPTER 5, PART 2
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