The Pirate Affair
Chapter Six
Copyright 1997
by AUTHOR22@aol.com

Sean had finally given up. It was late into the night and John-Boy had 
not returned with his clothes.

In frustration he had fallen asleep. He entered the world of the 
subconscious, where he re-lived the previous 48 hours. It was almost 
nightmarish as he reenacted each of his most embarrassing moments, 
starting with Lucy's entrance into his bedroom. Then there was the 
encounter with Mrs. Granville; what a bitch she was. Finally, even the 
Negroes were laughing at him; and that was all John-Boy's fault.

Almost in a sweat he woke. His alert senses told him that he was not 
alone.

Just moments before Jerry had entered through the open window. Had 
there been anyone to observe, it would have been a frightening occurrence, 
as only a hand could be seen supporting an otherwise floating 
bundle of clothing. The girl ghost had unrolled the garments, spread 
them over a chair so they might loose their wrinkles.

As Sean wakened she said, "Shhh! It's me."

The boy, whose state of arousal had been up and down all night, 
thought that his wish had come true. It made him feel good; he was 
still a "Stud" in some people's eyes. He raised himself, and lowered 
the bed coverings so Jerry could join him. He was still naked, and his 
penis had jumped to hopeful attention.

The girl did not lay down along side of him like he had expected, but 
instead had lain between his legs, and began licking his now drooling 
member.

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The French Chef had had a long night. Tomorrow's menu required a good 
deal of preparation. Meat had to be marinated, in a special sauce of 
wine and spices. It was his secret, and he would share it with no one.

He was getting ready to retire when he saw John-Boy starting up the 
stairs with a bundle of clothing. "Are those for Sean?"

The black servant said, "Yessah they is. And he wants them right now."

"Is he alone?"

"Yessah, I thinks so. But he has been acting awful strange. Earlier he 
comes in the back way wear'n a dress, and climbs up da vines to his 
room.

"He was in a foul mood. He calls me up and has me draw him a bath. An 
wooey does he smell. And he ain't got no other clothes; just the 
dress."

John-Boy continued to talk, but the cook cut him short. "You go back 
to Deveraux, and I'll take those up to master Sean."

As the Frenchmen began climbing the stairs he was wondering about his 
prot'ge; had the boy turned queer?

The man stopped before the closed door, and listened for a moment. It 
seemed to be quiet. He had intended to speak with Sean if he were 
awake; if he was not, then he would simply lay the garments over the 
chair, and depart.

He started to knock, but then decided to slip into the room. Why wake 
the boy?

Slowly, and quietly, he inched the door open. The light from the hall 
made the room quiet visible. He stared at the bed. Sean was obviously 
not alone. Someone was under the blanket. A head was moving up and 
down. Sean looked the man in the face and smiled. He put his fingers 
to his lips signaling his mentor not to interrupt the activities. 

The Frenchman started to put the garments on a chair. As he did so, he 
noticed a man's suit on a nearby chair. It was not Sean's. It seemed to 
confirm everyone's suspicion, Sean had switched to men. Pity!

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Relatively early the next morning, a casual observer would have seen 
Ruth Granville leaving the Catholic church, and walk briskly south the 
two blocks that separated the small church from Nannette's.

Even though Charlotte's husband had passed away the woman knew a good 
deal about voyages, and booking. Then, of course she also needed to 
return the dress Lucy had borrowed, order more clothing, and then 
actually arrange for the trip to Europe. It was going to be a busy 
day.

The smell of tar was always present along the dock area, so that was 
the first sensation that greeted her nose. The town fathers had 
arranged for the road to be watered down in the early morning. As the 
sun rose higher in the sky, the evaporating water cooled the air, and 
created a most refreshing scent.

She noticed the Seagull riding fairly high in the water; the tide was 
in. Surprisingly there seemed to be little activity on board the ship. 
When those two sailors had said good night at the dance, they had 
mentioned they were from that ship.

Across Dock Street she noticed that the door of the dress shop was 
ajar. As she approached the entrance she could see both proprietors 
were inside, arranging and sweeping.

"Charlotte," she called out as she entered the doorway. I need some 
advice. She laid the borrowed dress on the counter, and proceeded with 
the prime purpose of her visit. "Lucy is going away to school in 
France." 

The relationship between Charlotte and her partner had been strained. 
She had been on the verge of discussing this with Nancy when Mrs. 
Granville had entered the shop. She had examined, again and again, her 
recent association with Nancy, and for the life of her she could not 
figure out what had triggered this obvious resentment. So it was with 
a mixed feeling of frustration and relief that the customer had 
disturbed her considerations.

"To France, you say. My, my that is a long voyage. It will probably 
take several months. How may I...  we, be of service."

"I thought you could tell me how to arrange for the voyage, as well as 
advise what clothing I should have Lucy take with her."

Charlotte had no particular feelings for or about the Granville's. But 
the obvious opportunity of selling a complete wardrobe pleased her. 
"Well, Ruth, we need to find out how much time we have to measure, 
fit, and alter the clothes. If we don't have much time, then we will 
just have to alter what we have in stock. Of course the best thing 
would be to create a new, fashionable wardrobe. Have Lucy come in as 
soon as possible so that we may begin.

"Now for booking a passage to France. The only vessel in port that 
carries passengers is the Swan Louie. You will need to speak to the 
captain."

"Doesn't that ship carry passengers?" Ruth pointed through the window 
at the Seagull.

"I don't rightly know. You can check with her captain, but I doubt it. 
She looks too small. Course that could be an advantage as she looks 
fast. Probably could out run any pirate ship."

"Pirates! Goodness me, I hadn't even thought of that. Maybe it would 
be best for Lucy to travel by stagecoach to the Carolina's, and board 
a ship there?"

Nancy Hillerman could not help but overhear the conversation. The 
Granville woman had obviously changed her mind about the garment she 
had designed for Lucy. Addressing the customer she interjected, 
"Stagecoach? That would add another three weeks to the trip. You could 
not arrange advanced passage. Lucy would be on her own. No! I would 
not advise inland travel."

The heavyset woman left the shop and proceeded in the direction of the 
Swan Louie. It was a short walk, and the temperature was still pleasant. 
As the vessel came into her view she noticed that there was a 
great deal of activity aboard her. Unlike the Seagull this ship was 
preparing to depart.

As she approached the gangplank several black men almost brushed her, 
carrying barrels of some kind. A white man standing on the bow was 
supervising the loading. He shouted down at her, "Watch yer step mam, 
those darkies have a lot of loading to do. Did ye want somethin'?".

"I need to speak to your Captain about carrying a passenger."

"He's not on board right now. Should be back in an hour. You might 
find him at Jimbo's." He was referring to a tavern a block away.

Ruth turned without acknowledging the suggestion. However, she headed 
directly to the popular waterfront establishment.
 
There was only one table occupied, and no one at the bar when she 
entered. Two men, both rather distinguished looking, were eating what 
appeared to be breakfast.

She broke into their conversation as one might do when addressing 
servants. "Which one of you gentlemen is the Captain of the Swan 
Louie?"

The older of the two men rose slightly as if to bow, "I am madam. How 
may I be of service."

"I am seeking a passage to La Harve, France. You do carry passengers 
do you not?"

The man motioned for her to sit. "Would you care for something to 
eat?"

"No, no. I have much to do today. Do you have accommodations available, 
when do you leave, and how much will it cost?"

The captain who among other things was a good businessman took note 
that cost was the last thing she had mentioned. He named a sum which 
Ruth felt was outrageous. Her face expressed what her words did not. 
So the captain quickly added that the only cabin was a spacious 
double, and that of course the sum mentioned was for two; she and her 
husband.

"No, no," she repeated. "It is not for me, it is for my daughter who 
we are sending to school in France."

"Very well madam, then it should accommodate your daughter and her 
nanny."

"Nanny! Indeed not, she is a young woman of 16."

"Oh I see. That is a problem, as we do not provide accommodations for 
a single girl." He turned toward his companion, and added, "This is 
the captain of the Seagull. She is going to accompany us as far as 
Florida. Pirates are less likely to encounter two ships."

There was that cursed word again. Ruth had heard stories of their 
ruthlessness. If Lucy were to go to school, now seemed to be the 
apropos time. "All right sir, I will see to it that she is accompanied. 
When do you leave?"

"Day after tomorrow. The passage must be paid no later than tomorrow 
morning."

Ruth had not mentioned the affair between Julie and Sean to Julie's 
mother. But, she reasoned that she should. She would suggest to the 
Ebyer's that both girls would benefit by the more cloistered life in a 
convent.

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The court of King George was in a turmoil. There had been much political 
pressure brought to bear on his government. Queen Ann had represented 
a totally different kind of authority. The English king felt 
the world was not properly impressed by his monarchy; there had even 
been some minor rebellions instigated by the decedents of King James.

Now there came these stories of Pirate raids in the upper midlands. 
The stories reduced the king to a rage, not because he could put any 
faces to the victims, but because it had been an effrontery to the 
king himself. Now the latest reminder had just been presented to him. 
And the tale was a frightful one. This little red headed waif had been 
kidnapped along with many other English villagers. She had been thrown 
overboard because she had refused to service the pirates. 

The court had been summoned. Something needed to be done. He had said 
it before, but now this "real story" backed by a real little girl had 
all the ammunition he needed to see that this outrage came to an end.

The midlands Revenue Men had been lax in their job. They had permitted 
the raid to occur right under their very noses. This was no longer a 
local matter, it threatened the entire monarchy.

The Admirals of the fleet had been called, and a price had been placed 
upon the heads of the Captain of the Bloody Cutlass and her crew.

England had been disgraced, King George would have his revenge.

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Captain Frank of the Bloody Cutlass couldn't have cared less about 
what the English Monarch thought or did, even if he had known of the 
stir that he had created half way around the world.

There had been several successful captures. His stature had been 
restored amongst his crew. 

Even so, the Captain frequently thought about the young English boy 
that had captured his heart. That was particularly true in the mornings 
when he awoke with his timber in his hand.

He had been more circumspect in the year that had passed. He did not 
have a cabin boy nor a cabin girl. At sea he did without. In port he'd 
avail himself of the many available local boys who needed to earn a 
sovereign or two.

He smiled to himself at the memory of the son of the mayor of La 
Havana swinging on his pego. The lad certainly loved to suck, and he 
was good.

The merchant traffic crossing the Caribbean had been increasing. But 
something else had changed; most ships were accompanied by English war 
ships. But the English ships were usually vulnerable as they rode low 
in the water. The merchant vessels were loaded with cargo, while the 
war ships were weighted down with artillery.

Their last capture had been right under the noses of the English war 
ship. The risk added to the adventure. Captain Frank had been smarter 
than the English captain. It was a matter of wind, surprise, and the 
willingness to risk one's life. After all, that was what being a pirate 
was all about. High adventure, came from high risk. Seeing one's mates 
slaughtered before your eyes, gave a spice to your own life. Then 
there was the sex. Having your way with a captured man had its own 
special kind of pleasure.

Just last week he had captured a young seaman, who he had forced to 
suck his cock. The boy had gagged, and then bit the intruding member. 
The captain had shoved his sword through the boy's back, and as the hot 
blood engulfed his penis he had shot load after load of hot cum down 
the dead man's throat. The recollection caused his pego to jump to 
attention. But he vowed never to do that again; it had been a bloody 
mess.

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There was a truism understood by most of New Orleans citizens, and 
that was that the best way to have everyone in town know of an event, 
was to make that event spicy, and tell one of the slaves.

Certainly the recent escapades of master Sean fell into that category. 
It was not merely an interesting isolated incident, it was an on going 
story.

Within minutes of John-Boy's arrival at the plantation every one knew 
about the "private" conversation he had had with Jacarac.

The story had been embellished beyond reality, and as the tale was 
told at the Voodoo meeting the next night, young Sean had worn a 
dress, and then nakedly pranced around attempting to entice the Negro 
staff into treating him like a woman.

Of course that rumor had been passed to the slaves from the Eyber's 
plantation. The version that Julie's mother overheard had the boy 
playing the part of Lady Godiva nakedly attempting to seduce the black 
boys of New Orleans.

The lady was not stupid. She believed very little of the story; but it 
made her receptive to the offer Ruth Granville made.

Julie's looks were inherited from her mother. The woman had attracted 
her husband in much the same way. It wasn't the sexual encounter that 
bothered her, although she was not too pleased about it, it was that 
it had been with Sean.

The boy was from a wealthy family, and that was a plus. But he was a 
rascal. His sexual escapades were well known. Now this newest wrinkle; 
apparently he did not limit his seductions to females.

When Ruth offered to pay Julie's passage to France, she eagerly 
agreed.

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Two teenage girls, who are best friends, are eager to share their 
experiences. 

Lucy was attempting to extract all of the details of Julie's encounter 
with Sean. The detailed feelings the girl had experienced as Sean's 
hard cock had moved along her thigh, the feeling of the head within 
the lips of her vagina, the gentle pushing, the pain as the head pressured 
the maiden-head, and finally the full thrust were examined and 
shared in great detail.

Re-living the experience was having an unsettling effect upon Julie. 
In a way she was still a virgin. She had yet to enjoy the ride.

Both girls laughed over the scene that Lucy's mother had witnessed. 
And that brought the girls to something that Julie was very eager to 
learn about; Jerry.

She wanted to know all about "that walk home", and that "headache" 
Lucy was supposed to have had.

Her story was very truthful, because Julie encouraged a total 
confidence, showing interest, and even envy. The details of the 
cunnilingualality only added spice to the experience. The disclosure that 
Jerry had been a woman had been readily accepted, with only a minor 
attempt at humor when she remarked, "Sparing the Rod will spoil the 
child."

Both girls were sad about their impending separation; almost tearful.

Of course for Lucy it was also the beginning of a new adventure. A two 
month voyage across the great ocean to France. Then the new school. 
She did not speak the classic language of France, but rather a local 
dialect which was a combination of French, African, and even English. 
All of this tended to overshadow the separation.

Both girls had been eagerly chatting away when their mothers joined 
them. "Julie, we have decided that you shall attend school with Lucy."

The two teens were so overjoyed that they hardly heard the rest of the 
sentence, "You will be leaving day after tomorrow. Both of you are to 
go to Nannette's. You will need quite a few things for the voyage."

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The next two days were hectic ones for everyone.

Charlotte and Nancy worked day and night. There was not enough time to 
create new garments, so everything had to be alterations of their 
existing stock.

The two girls squirmed, and giggled as their measurements were made.

Ruth had to pay for the passage, but first wanted to inspect the 
shipboard accommodations. She was quite pleased. It was almost a 
suite. It consisted of two adjoining small cabins, separated by a tiny 
water closet.

The crews of both ships needed provisions, and to make certain everything 
on board was secure. Thus Jack and Jose were again working as a 
team.

Even Scott and Jerry were caught up in the pace of what was going on.

Sean had returned to the plantation. He sensed a different attitude in 
the darkies. Most seemed less friendly, except for one. The big black 
buck, Jacarac, was always smiling at him, and being more friendly than 
he had ever remembered.

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The day of departure had finally arrived.

There was a steady current down stream, and a easterly breeze, which 
foretold a good day at sea.

Jack, and Jose had been in the galley long before the sun rose, 
preparing the last good meal the crew would enjoy before they arrived in 
Port Royal.

The rest of the Seagull's crew, including its captain and first mate 
were attending to the hundreds of last minute details that could spell 
disaster in a storm if they were not seen to before leaving port.

There was little difference between what was happening on the Seagull, 
and what was happening on the Swan Louie. The ship would have released 
her lines at day break except for the fact that her passengers were 
not yet on board.

Lucy, and Julie were attempting to put some last moment remembrances 
in their over stuffed trunks. First Julie would sit on the lid, while 
Lucy attempted to secure the latch. Then Lucy would try. Finally they 
both sat on the lid, bounced a little bit, and the latch snapped into 
place.

Finally they were ready. A carriage was brought to the front of the 
house, and both trunks loaded onto it.

Sean had heard that both Lucy, and Julie were being sent away to 
school. He wondered how much his trying to fuck Julie had to do with 
that decision. 

He had risen early, and decided he would watch the ship leave.

Thus, it was, that there were seven people watching the Louie get 
underway.

The Eyber's, and the Granville's were the closest to the ships. At the 
entrance to Nannette's Charlotte and Nancy watched the departure.

Sitting on a barrel close to Dock Street was Sean. Behind him, leaning 
against a building was the boot black that had shined Jack's boots.

A piano was hammering away in Jimbo's. That was a bit unusual for this 
time of day. The little picaninny hadn't heard that tune before, 
"they's probably just practicin'." But he liked the beat.

The Swan Louie had cast off her lines, but was having difficulty 
moving out into the river. The breeze had shifted slightly and was 
pushing her against the dock.

The Seagull, being smaller, and more maneuverable was able to move 
away. Once clear of the wharf they cast a line to the Louie, and 
assisted her.

The Granville's and the Ebyer's were watching their daughters leaning 
against the ship's rails.

Thus, it was only Sean, Charlotte, Nancy, and the boot black who saw 
the two figures high atop the crows nest of the Seagull. Nancy 
instantly recognized the garments; the dress and the suit. 

Sean blinked. He wondered why the woman who had been eager for his 
cock was in the crows nest of the ship.

The black boy had heard the tale from the Voodoo fortune teller, so 
when the two figures flashed out of existence he was the only one that 
was not surprised. He also had heard about Sean from his uncle Jacarac. 
He was curious about the easy way his uncle made money. He wondered 
if Jacarac would be pissed if he had some competition.

The sound of the piano reached Sean from somewhere as the sun was on 
his back. He felt lazy and content. Unconsciously his foot had taken 
up the rhythm being broadcast by the piano.

A voice reached his ears. He was not quite certain what was said as 
the black boy now in front of him slurred his words. He could have 
said mister, or it might have been master. "You want's me to shine 
them boots."

The youth was quite young, certainly younger than Sean. His hair was 
tight against his black skull. There was little difference in shade 
between cheeks and lips, but the lips were distinctive in their shape. 
His smile showed brilliant white teeth. He was not well dressed, and 
he wore no shirt. His tight pants were worn through in several places. 
The cloth which at one time must have been blue, was now almost white. 
They also had rips and tears which allowed the contrasting dark skin 
to show. Sean recognized the boy. He wasn't sure who owned him.

The knees had been completely worn through, and just above the knee on 
the right leg, and just below where there was once a pocket was another 
tear. Above that was the unmistakable shape of what could only be 
described as a huge, and magnificent organ.

"I's good. Those boot's ull look better than when they's new.  
Guaranteed."

Sean looked at the boots, and then at the youth. His expression was 
one of skepticism.

"As I's said, Guaranteed. Man I'll even suck yo dick if they's not as 
good as I's say."

Sean was surprised that his cock had twitched in response to the boy's 
suggestion.

The boy noticed the twitch. He thought to himself, "I won't do a good 
job, so's he'll expect me's to do as I say's I'd do. If he don't like 
boys then he won't. But if what I's heard is true, then I's gonna watch 
those white lips move over dis black cock."

The black boy removed two rags and a jar of something greasy from a 
box he was carrying, sat the box in front of the keg, and seated 
himself upon the box.

Sean had not as yet agreed. "As I said, you'se not gonna be disappointed. 
Guaranteed!"

"How much?"

"Whatever's you think it's worth." The boy's grin was from ear to ear, 
and his eyes were a sparkle. He knew he had a customer from the beginning, 
it had just been a matter of the customer knowing it. He reached 
out, and rolled up the cuff of Sean's right leg. His fingers moved 
upward till they touched the bare calf making certain the cloth was 
clear of the leather.

He smeared a gob of greasy stuff across the top of the boot. Using one 
of his rags he smeared it around to the back. Then stretching the 
cloth across the back, he began a whipping movement. The boy's body 
kept pace with the musical sounds of the distant piano. Slap, pop, 
slap, pop. The boy's body was in total rhythm. Slap, pop, slap, pop. 
His arms followed his hands, his shoulders followed the arms. The boy's 
buttocks was moving with the rhythm, and the magnificent organ also 
shook to the beat. The boy had moved down so that he was now shining 
the toe of the boot. It was bright but not gleaming.

The boy looked up at his customer. He had noticed that the eyes were 
almost riveted to his crotch. His suspicions seemed confirmed.

Sean's mood was no longer lazy. The boot black had stirred his libido. 
His cock had stiffened and tented his pants.

"Sorry boss, that's the best I can do right now. Guess I owes you."

Sean looked around, and noticed the clump of bushes where Scott had 
dressed. "OK. Get your black ass in them bushes. I'll be right there."

The boy smiled to himself, and scampered into the shrubbery.

The Granville's and Eyber's had left the dock. Even the women at the 
dress shop had closed their door. No one was looking as the young man 
with the very bulging trousers, strolled toward the bushes, and then 
rapidly disappeared behind them.

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The sail down the Mississippi was far from leisurely. Unlike the trip 
up river which had been under the captaincy of the pilot, the trip 
down river did not require the mechanical assistance of the mules, nor 
the guidance of that local navigator. Everyone was keeping an eye 
peeled for hazards. It might be something as simple as someone crossing 
the river in a small row boat, or something as dangerous as a 
large vessel attempting to tack up river.

Scotty and Jerry were still atop the main mast of the Seagull. No one 
could see them; they had dematerialized. Without the need to be seen 
or to physically affect something, the invisible state took little if 
any energy to maintain. They had experimented, and found that in the 
dematerialized state they could travel short distances with only small 
amounts of their energy being consumed.

Jack and Jose had cleared the galley even before the Seagull had cast 
off from the Dock Street wharf. It had been quite sometime since the 
two shipmates had spent any significant amount of time together. Jose 
felt left out. He remembered those sweet times when Jack had 
surreptitiously made love to him in the darkness of their cabin. 

Love has a way of blinding you to the feelings of everyone except 
those of your lover. And so it was with Jack. They had gone to the 
crew's quarters to change clothes.  The sideways glance that Jose gave 
him as the Latin had dropped a coin in the cup did not register. 

Jack had removed his pants, and shirt, and was bending over to pick up 
a sock. Jose had moved behind him in a firm embrace. The man's cocks 
was fully exposed, and quite rigid. The warm head was separated from 
the anus by just one thin layer of underpants. The touch instantly 
aroused Jack. The small head was now in control. Instead of leaping 
away his reaction was to wiggle backward.

Jose had lifted the leg of Jack's shorts, and moved his shaft, so that 
it was nudging its way between the cheeks. A tight reflex squeezed the 
invading instrument. But the rod had its own lubricant that allowed 
it to slide until it warmed the ringlet. He then withdrew momentarily 
while he lowered the barrier letting them fall to the deck.

Without that awkward barricade Jose reached around, grasping the hard 
cock. Entrance was almost immediate. The slippery head was welcomed by 
the ringlet whose nerves ran directly to its owners shaft.

The first movements of the dance were gentle. But the recipient 
increased the rhythm. The choreography went from a gentle waltz to a 
pounding, drum beating step dance. The cock head struck the prostrate 
like the banging of a bass drum. Over and over it moved, each stroke 
generating a wave which rippled up and down Jack's body.

Then the most incredible occurrence. Jack felt the presence. He knew 
without even looking that Scotty was there. His lover's lips were now 
gently following the up and down motion of Jose's hand, being careful 
not to make contact.

The juices were building. The fountain was on the verge of erupting. 
And then he leapt from the precipice. His rod strained and shook as it 
propelled shot after shot of life giving sperm. 

The effect fed backward to Jose, who suddenly feeling the apocalypse 
responded in kind.

Then the presence was gone.

The needs of all had been fulfilled.

Almost.

Jerry, still in the crows nest was experiencing the sweet remembrance 
of Lucy and the riverside park. The beautiful and delightful dream of 
her blonde pubic region. So light colored, such delicate, silky hair. 
Her heart beat faster. She glanced forward, and just a bit to the 
left. The Swan Louie was just off of the port bow. She knew that 
Scotty was below with Jack. That thought triggered a most unaccustomed 
feeling of self pity. 

The distance to the larger ship was not that far. She would stay 
dematerialized, and transport herself to find her lover. The only 
problem would be that she could not transport her clothes with her. If 
she rematerialized she would be naked.

Just to watch Lucy would be enough. She need not make her presence 
known. If the girl was alone, then nudity would not be a problem.

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"Lucy!", Julie's voice had a horse timber to it which was a bit 
muffled as it penetrated the light door of the water closet. "Lucy!" she 
repeated. "Did you get a glimpse of that red headed sailor when we 
came on board?"

"Yes, why?"

"Did you see the outline of his thing in his pants?"

"Julie, you are not going to forget the other night are you?"

"No more than you are going to forget Jerry."

Both girls fell into silence. The muffled sound of the other door to 
the water closet closing, isolated the two.

Lucy lay there thinking of Jerry; of that night when they had discovered 
each other. For some reason that the girl could not explain, she 
felt that that night had been linked to the other highly sensual 
experiences in her bedroom. But her logical mind kept discounting that 
possibility. After all, that was before they had ever even spoken.

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Jerry was surprised, and pleased by the small amount of effort it had 
taken to transport herself to the Swan Louie.

Even though she was aboard the passenger vessel, she could not 
rematerialize as she had no clothing.

She slipped below decks into what was obviously the crew's quarters. 
There were perhaps a half dozen sleeping sailors. Some were wrapped in 
their blankets like a caterpillar in a cocoon, other's had their arms 
hanging over the edge of their hammocks. A few had nothing covering 
them with stiff masts raised toward the overhead.

Jerry was tempted to help herself to the buffet, but resisted, and 
settled for a little petty theft. 

She materialized, and picked up a pair of sailor's pants, and stripped 
pull-over shirt. The trousers were a little baggy, but they would do. 
The shirt was too tight. Anyone looking closely could see her breasts.

She looked again at the appetizing array of masts which she craved. 
But at least for the moment, love was more important.

The ghost had no trouble finding the girl's cabins. She would have 
preferred to quietly slip into the bedroom, but the door was latched. 
She could dematerialize, and then rematerialized on the other side of 
the door; but if she did so, she would be naked.

Lightly, she tapped on the cabin door. She could hear a movement 
within. Then it creaked open. The door was to Julie's quarters. The 
girl looked astonished. Even though Jerry was dressed in a sailor's 
clothes, the girl recognized her.

"My word, what are you doing on board the Louie?" Her eye again 
surveyed the figure standing in the passage way. "You had better come in 
before someone sees you."

There was no mistaking the reason for the horse timbre in the voice. 
She was promulgating a message, "Burning passion needs servicing."

In the back of Julie's mind was a disappointment that the caller was 
not equipped with a penis.

"I'll tell Lucy you are here." She led the ghost through the doorway 
of the water closet. She then tapped on the other door. "Lucy! I have 
a surprise for you. You have a visitor. Are you in bed?"

Lucy thought her friend was trying to be funny. They were out in the 
middle of the ocean; how could she have a visitor? Unless... Julie had 
made contact with the red headed sailor, and now wanted to share him.

Julie discreetly opened the door to Lucy's cabin, but did not enter. 
Jerry moved through the entrance, and silently closed the door behind 
her.

There was a full moon which lit the tiny cabin. Yet, the light was 
quite dim. At first the girl thought the visitor was the seaman.

"What do you want. I am not in the mood to talk about anything at this 
time of night. You shouldn't be here. If you want to visit Julie 
that's OK with me, but I have someone with whom I am deeply in love, 
so PLEASE go away."

Jerry had not as yet spoken, but she did start to remove her jumper.

"What are you doing?" Alarm had sprung into Lucy's voice.

"Nothing, my sweet, that you do not want. I don't think I told you 
recently how much I love you."

At first Lucy was not certain that she had heard what she had heard. 
That beloved voice. There could be no mistake. It had to be Jerry. But 
how in the world could that be. 

"How? ... How can you be here? Are you a stow away? And what are you 
doing in those sailor's clothes?" Her mind was moving a mile a minute, 
attempting to digest, and make sense of what her eyes and ears were 
telling her was fact, while her brain kept hammering away "Impossible. 
Impossible. Impossible." Yet there was no disputing that her lover was 
in the cabin with her. "I'll speak to the Captain in the morning, and 
arrange for you to stay here with me as another passenger. Of course 
you will have to stop wearing those silly men's clothes."

Jerry had moved toward Lucy, and sat on the bed besides her. "No my 
love, don't do that. Only Julie and you know that I am here." Her hand 
reached out, and stroked the girl's lovely cheek. "I love you so very, 
very much."

The girl grasped the stroking hand. An emotional message was sent, 
received, and replied to in just an instant. "It is very late. Take 
those clothes off, and come to bed."

Julie had not returned to her room. She stood in the tiny water closet, 
observing her friend and her lover.

Once the clothes were removed, her naked body looked like ivory in the 
pale moon light. The ghost entered her lover's bed. They caressed, 
their lips met. Passions built.

This was too much for Julie.  She slipped her hand beneath her nightgown 
and found her mound so very wet.  Never taking her eyes off the 
two women in front of her, she began to play with her clit. 

Ever since she was 12, Julie had masturbated almost daily.  She remembered 
all the silly names people called it.  Flicking the switch, 
beating the bush and caressing the kitty were her favorites.  Yet in 
all those years, she couldn't remember her finger dancing to have been
this pleasurable.   

Faster and faster Julie moved her fingers, keeping time with the 
passionate exercises upon the bed. In her imagination she could put 
herself in Lucy's place,  enjoying the kisses and the explorations. 

Normally, Julie liked to close her eyes and drift in the pleasures of 
masturbation, but not this time. The spectacle before her was just too
exciting. 

Sliding her free hand beneath the soft material of her nightgown,  
Julie took each breast in hand and rubbed them vigorously.  The motion 
of her fingers felt good to her and always added to the rising tide 
between her legs.  Playing her nimble fingers over her nipples, she 
quickly brought them to a full hardness. 

She ran her tongue across her lips as she pressed her face against the 
edge of the door, her eye never wavering from her vantage point.  Her 
entire body felt warm as she pushed two fingers up within herself, 
imagining them to be Jerry's. It'd been months since she'd been this 
worked up; except for the other night when Sean had tried to fuck her.
  
Faster and faster she worked her fingers, matching her penetrations 
with the gasps of Lucy's breaths.  The young woman was no longer
worried about making any noise -- not that the two lovers would've 
heard her if she screamed.

Julie followed with her orgasm seconds later as her fingers covered 
her wetness. A much softer cry was on her lips. 

Almost in time with Julie, Lucy and Jerry also climaxed with an 
intensity that astonished her.  Her body trembled as her mouth formed a 
silent 'O'.  Her legs and arms grew weak  and repeated waves of delight 
rippled  up and down her near naked form. 

For long moments after her body-quake had ceased she just drifted 
there, listening to the rapid beating of her heart, and the contented 
murmurings from the other room.  

Silently she yielded her vantage point, and returned to her own bed. 
The incident had been surprisingly fulfilling.

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John Michael Shawn O'Shaughnese had always been short. At the ripe old 
age of 26 he had already sailed around the world three times.

His bright red/orange hair drew attention to his youthful, but yet 
bony face. Only his green eyes would be considered as beautiful in any 
country than Ireland.

He had frequently been mistaken for being ten years younger. That had 
its advantage when it came to the ladies.

His pleasures were all ones of the flesh. 

Having been the old boy child in a family of five sisters he had 
learned the ways of a woman. And he liked playing their game. That was 
his first passion. The second was the reaping of the rewards of 
understanding what a woman was all about. Putting his wick in the honey pot 
was the prize. But getting there was oft more fun than the reward.

Women thrived on control. Make them believe that they are in control, 
and they will give anything, do anything to retain it.

He had been coiling lines on the forward deck when the two passengers 
had come on board the Swan Louie. His eye had been quick to notice the 
second, third, and forth glances he had received from the thinner 
girl.

Like his, her face was bony. To him she was the epitome of beauty. For 
him the game was afoot. It was only a matter of how; of outwitting the 
ship's officers.

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It was three thirty in the morning, when Jerry realized she needed to 
return to the Seagull.

The two girls had rested in each others arms, once the passion had 
been extinguished. 

But soon the sun would rise, and the busy activity on board the ship 
would prevent what she needed to do next: she must re-supply her energy. 
There was a buffet awaiting her needs within the darkness of the 
crew's quarters.

She silently unwrapped herself from Lucy's arms without disturbing the 
girl. She did not dress; she simply dematerialized, then moved 
through the door without opening it.

Moments later she was standing in the dark sleeping quarters, but to 
her night vision, it might just as well have been mid day. It 
surprised her that all of those masts still reached toward the sky.

As she scanned the available derricks it was the one surrounded by a 
mound of red hair that beckoned her. She moved toward it, and blew 
upon the head. It responded instantly not only with a bounce but with 
a pearl of lubricant.

John Michael was dreaming of the honey pot in the cabin at the other 
end of the ship. Reality, and dream mixed in his mind as the external 
pleasures merged. In an instant he leaped out of the dream as his pego 
expelled its seed. His hand went immediately to his spouting cock 
head, and found there a face. It surprised him. At first he thought it 
might be one of the other crew members. He had learned years ago that 
that might happen, and the intelligent thing was to just enjoy it. 

After the momentary surprise, he realized the face was a feminine one. 
He dare not speak in fear of waking his mates. He reasoned that it 
must be the girl that had shown an interest.

While he was enjoying the sensuality of the event, he was not pleased 
by the girl's extroverted activities.

Jerry moved away from the cock head, and found another at the other 
end of the cabin. Again she helped herself. 

Altogether she enjoyed four servings before transporting herself back 
to the Seagull.

She inwardly chuckled at what would happen later in the day as the 
four lucky crew members began to wonder just which of their shipmates 
had been so accommodating during the night.

Then she fantasized about what would happen if she chose the Louie's 
Captain for her next late night snack.

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The Captain of the Seagull had kept her crew busy. He reasoned that 
hard work would keep their minds off of the pleasures of New Orleans.

He was torn between caring about his crew and getting home to the 
Caribbean. Taking on the extra responsibility of accompanying the Swan 
Louie through Pirate waters was a first. He doubted if the Seagull 
could serve much more of a function that as a people rescuer.

Part of the reason that he had agreed was that the Louie's Captain had 
been a shipmate many years ago when they were both young men.

Jack, had thus been occupied with Jose: arranging, and rearranging the 
stowage of supplies, scrubbing the galley deck twice, preparing fresh 
fruit for immediate consumption by the crew.

Jack knew that Scotty was alone in the crow's nest, waiting for him. 
The chores seemed trivial. He wanted to be with his lover. The memory 
of what had happened earlier in the crew's quarters was centered on 
Scott, not on Jose. The thoughts generated an instant erection, which 
was so obvious that his mate chuckled out loud, presuming that he was 
the cause. 

The Captain crossed through the galley and into his own quarters. He 
commented on how well the galley looked. When he returned top side a 
few minutes later he asked Jack to scale the main mast, check the 
halyards, and then stand watch; keep an alert eye out for any vessels 
that might come into view.

The unexpected assignment brought an instant change in the seaman's 
demeanor. "Yes Sir!". He had practically run out of the galley, leaving 
Jose to finish tidying things up.

Moments later Jack scampered up the rope ladder and was inspecting the 
pulleys over which the halyards to the main sail passed. Everything 
seemed to be in order. Thusly, he proceeded on into the tiny space 
that was the crow's nest. "Scotty. I'm here." His words projected 
themselves into empty space. There seemed to be no one present as he 
hoisted himself on to the platform.

"Watch your step." The voice was close by. He looked down and saw the 
shape of his lover's body start to become visible. At first it was like 
a wisp of fog that began to form. Rapidly the shadowy outline resolved 
into the fully visible, although naked, body of his beloved.

"Where are your clothes?"

"I put them on your hammock."

Jack took a quick look across the sea to the horizon. Other than the 
Louie there were no other ships. He turned toward the helmsman, cupped 
his hands to his mouth and reported, "All's clear. The Louie is the 
only ship in sight."

Scott had unlaced Jack's trousers as he made his report, then slid them 
to the boy's ankles. He then placed himself between his lover and the 
side of the crow's nest. The penis was fully erect and had begun to 
ooze its tasty bait. Jack's hands had immediately gone to the servicing 
head. His hands, while in some ways was guiding, they also were 
offering sweet messages of love as the lips slide up and down his 
pego.

Jerry had materialized and was silently observing the love making. It 
was this scene that greeted Jose's eyes as he stuck his head into the 
crows nest. The sight of seeing someone suck his friend's cock while a 
naked girl was watching almost made him loose his grip.

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he recognized the two stow-a-
ways; it was Jack's two New Orleans friends. He should have thought 
about Jack's having permitted the two friends to hide on board the 
Seagull, but he did not. His cock had immediately responded to the 
scene in front of him. He would offer himself to the girl. He reasoned 
that she must be waiting her turn to service Jack. 

He began removing his shirt and pants as he climbed into the tiny, now 
over-crowded space. Even though she had just enjoyed four fine young 
cocks aboard the Louie, Jerry was pleased to enjoy dessert in the form 
of Jose's offering.

Jose had put his arm around Jack's waist, pulling their naked bodies 
against each other while their cocks were being serviced. To Jose that 
sharing brought a pounding of the heart. He liked touching his best 
friend while being sucked.

The road to the top for Jose was a short one. He reached the peak. He 
ejaculated. He sighed. He then entered the real world of after sex. 
"Jack are you out of your mind? How are you going to explain your 
friends to the Captain? You are going to be in deep shit when he finds 
out."

The two friends were debating the matter from different points of 
view. Jose presumed that the two visitors would require food, clothing, 
and shelter. On a small ship such as the Seagull those items 
could not be provided without everyone on board becoming aware of it.

Jack knew that what the two ghosts needed was the product of every 
man's loins. And to quote a line from an old lyric, "Surrendering your 
virginity whether ninety or nine is any boy's fantasy and hope for all 
time." Under the right conditions the crew would be eager participants.

But it was Jerry that made a step in the right direction. 

Even though Jose had ejaculated, Jerry continued to play with his 
testicles. The stimulation soon had the small head back in control. 

The debate had ceased. The only sounds that could be heard were those 
of the ship moving through the water, and the slurping of her lips on 
the again eager tool.

"Jose, open your eyes and watch me. I want you to watch me work on your 
lovely tool." 

The boy did as he was bid, watching Jerry's head move back and forth 
over his shaft. The moisture was glistening in the moonlight. 

The view seemed to enhance his pleasure. Watching the lips engulf him 
brought unexpected sensations. He closed his eyes so that his awareness 
would be totally riveted to his incredible penis.

"Damn it Jose, Watch." Jerry had pulled off of the shaft.

The boy forced his eyes to stay open, then the sucking continued. He 
was back on the ramp. He could feel his juices begin their flow up the 
shaft. His hips began to undulate. His breathing became heavier. He 
was almost there. His muscles tightened. His concentration had 
narrowed to the lips moving up and down his shaft. His seed was almost at 
the tip. Time stretched, and then the girl's entire body flickered on 
an off as though the world had suddenly been deprived of light. Yet in 
those short seconds where she was not visible, both Jack and his 
friend were.

The seed was already flying from the cock-head. His mind was blocked 
from considering what his eyes had seen. At that moment the world 
could have come to an end and he would have readily accepted that as 
being the price for this sexual experience.

Reality returned, and he simply stood there staring at Jerry. His 
shrinking cock was still glistening in the moonlight. He looked first 
at Jack, then Scotty, and finally back to the girl.

It seemed like a dream, yet the sensations had been far too real to be 
a figment of his imagination. He then became aware that his hand had 
drifted down and was caressing his shipmates naked buttocks. He had 
fucked that ass just hours earlier. That had been real. He wondered 
when his mind had left the real world and entered this dream world. 
But even those fanciful thoughts were forced out of his head by what 
he began to suspect might be true.  "How long have you two been on 
board the Seagull?"

"We came on board while you were still in the Caribbean." Jerry had 
answered. "Do you remember when you heard the warning about the ship 
lurking off of Cuba? That came from Scott and me. Also when you 
rescued the little girl. That was us."

"And the painting? Did you come with the painting?" Jose's reasoning 
was remarkably logical even though it was incorrect.

"No that was a coincidence, but its existence helped us a good deal."

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The Bloody Cutlass was at rest on her moorings in the Harbor at La 
Havana. Johnson, her first mate, had already gone ashore.

Captain Frank had purposefully lingered behind. It had been weeks 
since anything but his right hand had seen to his pego. He was in the 
mood for an eager young lad to service him. There was something 
perverse about him that afternoon, he hoped he would encounter the 
mayor's son. The lad was eager. He sensed that it was the fact that he 
was having sex with an outlaw that increased the boy's passionate 
interest.

The Pirate was strolling toward his favorite watering hole. He liked 
that particular establishment because the proprietor also had a liking 
for the lads; he almost always had two or three doing chores about the 
place. The youngsters were scantily dressed, and showed signs of being 
approachable. If a customer spoke to any one of them, they always had 
a friendly, if not cheeky reply on their lips. He had more than once 
offered a meal to one of them, and even though the invitations had 
never been accepted the boys left the impression that next time it 
would be.

Harry's grog shop was not on the waterfront, and was seldom frequented 
by seamen. Its customers were more genteel. 

When Captain Frank had first met the proprietor there had been a 
strange interaction. Harry was a bit foppish. Frank on the other hand 
was a rough and tumble man. It was their mutual appreciation of the 
lads, that had drawn them into a somewhat standoffish friendship. The 
one thing they both shared was a similar taste in sexual partners. As 
their friendship had grown over the years, Harry would sometimes point 
out a likely fellow he thought Frank would enjoy. Invariably the 
choice would be a good one. In fact it was Harry who had sic'd the 
mayor's son on to him. But as for the boys who worked there, they 
seemed to be bait which Harry used to attract customers; it also 
seemed they were loyal to their employer. Eventually he had discovered 
that Harry fed, clothed, and housed these orphans. 

The proprietor lived above the tavern, and allowed the boys to sleep 
in the basement. Frank suspected that frequently one of the boys would 
seek the sanctuary of the upstairs bedroom.

As the Pirate stepped into the tavern he was not greeted by the usual 
cacophony of sounds, but rather the silence that comes with arriving 
too early in the day. Nevertheless, the coolness of the interior was 
most pleasant.

"Howdy, Gov." A tiny voice greeted him from somewhere in the vicinity 
of the bar. A small black haired head looked around the corner, and 
waved.

"Harry about?"

"Yes sir! He'll be down in a sec or two. Anything I can get cha?" The 
small youth stepped from behind the bar, carrying a bucket, brush, and 
towel. 

Frank had seen the boy around several times before.  Unlike the others 
this one seemed less transient. "You could bring me, and yerself some 
breakfast, and put your cute little behind in that chair."

"Is that all you wants me behind fer. I'm hurt to the center of me 
bones, Gov." The boy put the bucket and brush down, and scurried 
toward the kitchen.

Now alone, the Captain slumped down in his chair and emitted a loud 
fart that should have rattled the pans in the kitchen. His eyes roved 
around the large room, and suddenly came to a halt on a drawing 
affixed to the far wall. The sketch was of a pirate whose likeness was 
close to what he had looked like five years earlier. Under the sketch, 
printed in bold letters, "10,000 Pounds Reward for the Capture of the 
Captain and Crew of the Pirate Ship Bloody Cutlass." Under those 
emblazoned words the message continued, "Dead or alive. (Preferably 
dead)."

Then below that sheet of paper was a smaller one which presumably 
Harry had attached. "Our own beloved Captain Frank."

A smile stretched across his face. To himself he thought, "Ten Thousand 
Pounds. Even King George has heard of me. I'm becoming famous.

A thud from behind him, caused him to turn. A ladder had dropped down 
from a hole in the ceiling. The feet of the proprietor were the next 
thing to be seen, followed by the descending body of their owner.

"Welcome back Frank. I see you've noticed you've made King George's 
list of men he'd like to swing."

"Yeah, and he can swing on this, for all I care." The captain had 
cupped his cock and balls.

"You'se can thank yer lover for that." He pointed toward the notice. 
"He saw it on his father's desk, and brought it right over. He was 
telling everybody that would listen about yer diddling his arse the 
last night you'se was har."

The black haired youth returned from the kitchen carrying a large 
plate of food. Setting the dish on the table he asked, "Coffee Gov?"

Frank nodded, then added "Make it black, unless you've got some fresh 
cream to put in it."

The boy reached inside of his trousers, pulling on his young cock, "I 
can always work up some for ye, if yer sure that's what you want." He 
then turned and again disappeared into the kitchen.

"Harry, would you mind?" He nodded his head towards the kitchen.

The proprietor chuckled, and said, "It's up to him. I don't own him. 
They comes and they goes."

The boy returned carrying the cup of coffee and set it on the table. 
He started to leave when the Captain told him, "Wait, let me see if I 
needs somethin' else for the coffee."

The boy returned to the table, the captain's right arm encircled the 
small waist while the left hand put the cup to his lips. He sipped at 
the hot black, bitter liquid. He pulled the lad against his hip, and 
said, "I think a bit of that cream might be in order."

"Help yer self Gov." The boy slid his pants down below his crotch. His 
small penis was already erect.

Harry stood up, "I've got a bit of work to do in the kitchen."

As the man left the room, the boy stood upon the now vacant chair 
offering himself. The Captain leaned over, warm coffee still in his 
mouth and sucked in the small shaft. A lustful smile spread across the 
young face, as the unexpected warmth shot down the shaft and up his 
spine. His hands reached for the captains head, guiding it along its 
erotic path. The little hips became a metronome for the rhythm. "Hey 
Gov. Drink some more of that coffee."

Frank stopped sucking for just a moment or two while he placed more of 
the hot liquid in his mouth. Then he carefully drew the tiny member 
back into his mouth. The boy's buttocks began to twitch as the hips 
again set the tempo. "Yeah. Oh Yeah. Oh FUCKING YEAH." A large amount 
of sperm came hurtling out of the tiny shaft, mixing with the hot 
coffee. 

The Captain swallowed all that was offered. The boy bent over and 
nibbled on the man's ear, "Thanks Gov. That's got to been the best 
ever."

The Captain reached into his pants, and placed two coins on the table.

The boy reached over and grabbed the money as he hoisted his trousers. 
"Any time Gov. Any fucking time."

Harry returned from the kitchen carrying a bottle of rum, and set it 
down on the table as he resumed his seat.

"Shot in the coffee?" 

Frank nodded his head. 

Harry, looked toward the kitchen making certain they were alone. "The 
boy asked me to asks ya if you'se needs a cabin boy. He's about ready 
ta turn 14, and he thinks he'd like ta try a hand at sea. He's a hard 
worker and a good lad."

"He's been one of your regulars hasn't he?" Again the captain drew a 
heavy slug from his now rum laced cup.

The proprietor nodded his head.

"Nice lad. I'll think about it." He paused for a moment, thinking. "I 
could take him on board while we's in port and try him out then make 
up my mind just before we leave. You can tell the lad that next time I 
see's him I want's to take him on ma ship for a couple of nights." 
Again he paused, then added, "Tell him I needs to have my cabin looked 
after. Decks need scrubben... that sort a thing. Don't say anything 
about my taking him to sea with me. At least not as yet."

The youth had quietly moved behind the bar and was hidden from sight. 
He over heard every word the pirate had said. He smiled to himself. He 
vowed that given the opportunity he'd show Captain Frank the time of 
his life. 

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Leading seaman Mike was at the helm of the Seagull as she plowed 
through the water. Her captain was having a problem keeping her on 
course as she kept loosing way. If her course was set the same as that 
of the Swan Louie the gull would be over the horizon in an hour.

Finally the captain and the First Mate decided the thing to do was 
drop most of the main, and try and use just the jib and part of the 
mizzen. A call for all hands on deck had been issued. Bobby had been 
sent below to find Jack and Jose. 

Bobby reported he couldn't find the two. The captain sent the lad up 
the main; maybe they were in the crow's nest.

Bobby had reluctantly climbed the long rope ladder. He stuck his head 
through the opening. He saw his shipmates asleep on the deck. They 
were both naked, their heads resting on a pillow made from their 
clothes. He laughed to himself; he thought they had probably been 
fucking like he and Mike had done. He could have roused them, but 
didn't want to embarrass them, so he withdrew his head, and climbed 
down two rungs on the ladder, and yelled, "Jack, Jose, Captain wants 
everybody on deck." He waited for a minute till he heard movement 
above his head. Then he repeated, "You need to come down. Captains 
needs everyone on deck."

Jack was the one that responded quickly. Looking around him he noticed 
that the two ghosts were not visible, only he and Jose could be seen. 
He also noticed that Jose's cock was not its normally rigid self. It 
was noticeably limp from the over activity of the night's pleasures 
with Jerry and Scott.

"Bobby, is that you?" he called, sticking his head down through the 
opening. He noticed his shipmate just a few feet below. It seemed to 
him that he had a silly grin on his face. He suspected that the boy 
had indeed seen what he had seen. "Come on up. We were just laying out 
getting some sun."

Bobby started to climb back down the ladder. "Naw, you guys get yer 
arse down here as fast as ya can. Capt'n needs to re-trim the ship."

Jose had reluctantly re-entered the real world. His memory of the 
nights sexual orgy with the ghosts had not left him. He should have 
been scared shitless, but in fact his pego immediately jumped to full 
attention just from the memory of the fun.  He could see many advantages 
in having the two spirits on board. Certainly their presence had 
probably saved the ship from a pirate attack. Everyone on board the 
Seagull had enjoyed sexual pleasures from their presence. 

The Latin seaman stood, and stretched his naked body, and looked 
below. Bobby had just reached the deck. He stooped down to pickup his 
trousers. He looked around him, expecting to see the two visitors, 
when he did not he addressed Jack. "We're not going to get away with 
this ya know. Captain ain't dumb. And it's not fair to him keepn this 
from him."

A girls voice responded from empty space. "You are right Jose. Me and 
Scott are more of an asset than we are a liability. Only question in 
my mind is just how do we let our presence be known. We don't want to 
scare anyone."

Jose, kind of laughed, "Maybe the same way you let me find out."


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