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

The city was now astir. The previous night, a drunken brawl had swept 
all along the waterfront.

The resulting cacophony of sounds had kept Jack Rackham and his mates awake, 
not that they could have gotten much sleep anyway. Their trial was to be 
held just before sunset today.

The pirate leader had stirred his men with passionate words. He told them 
how they were being victimized as a matter of political expediency. 

He never stopped to consider all the tortures he and his ilk had heaped upon 
their many victims.

He speculated that there might be some softening of the government's case 
if he could bring Anne and Mary into the hearing. Then he almost 
laughed and snarled as he thought: the women had seen to their own safety, 
and at the expense of the rest of the crew. Damned them. Damned them 
both.

Both women were pregnant. That would, at the very least, save their 
lives, but what about the fathers who had knocked the wenches up?

Again he almost growled when he thought of the word "wenches" in the same 
sentence with the names: "Mary" or "Anne". Silently he wondered who the 
fathers were. It could have been him; could have been almost anyone except 
for that queer ass hole from the Cutlass.

He had heard that the Doctor from Tortuga had come for the trial. He 
wondered if he was to be a witness, and if so, what could he testify 
to. 

The sun was well up now, and they had not yet been fed.

Noon came and went, still no one bothered them.

From outside the prison, they could hear that the party environment was 
being rekindled. 

By three O'clock, it became obvious that their jailers were not going 
to waste food on prisoners who surely would be dead before the moon had 
properly risen.

At four thirty, a squad of armed soldiers had pulled them from their 
cells, and while still in chains, marched them out into the town 
square. 

The city was packed with on lookers. There had been much clamor until 
the crowd saw them being marched forth, then silence fell upon the gathering. 
It was so quite you could have heard a mouse fart.

Two platforms had been constructed. The actual trial would be conducted
atop one of them. The other stood as a grim reminder that this trial was 
only a hollow ritual: Six Hangman's nooses had already been prepared and
swung ominously from their frames.

These attestations that the trial and execution were indeed little more than 
a theatrical performance did not bring tears to Rackham's eyes, 
instead it brought anger. He would be damned if he would let them hang 
him without his first having his say.

The man who would sit in judgment was dressed as though he were still in 
England, not the tropics. His black robe and powdered wig looked ludicrusly 
out of place.

As they neared the bench, he saw Anne Bonney being escorted back to the 
cells. When she was close enough for him to hear, she said, "I'm sorry 
to see you here, but if you'd have fought like a man, you wouldn't 
ha' been brought here to hang like a dog."

With little fanfare, Jack Rackham and his mates found themselves standing 
before the white man in the black robe.

"I am Sir Nicholas Laws, and I have been appointed by his Majesty King 
George to bring you to justice." He looked directly into Rackham's 
eyes. Laws' demeanor changed from that of one who was merely a trier of 
fact to that of a cruel executioner. "You have been charged with multiple 
crimes against his Majesty including murder, theft, and piracy. 
How plead ye?"

Rackham stepped forward. A soldier aimed his pistol in readiness. The 
crowd was again silent. "Your worship, we are not thiefs or murderers, 
any more than any other soldier in his majesties' service.

"The Kings of England, France, and Spain have all sought our help in 
their wars. Our efforts not only assisted The Crown in the face of Her 
enemies, but contributed much to the economy of His majesties colony's.

"And, as to hanging, it is no great hardship, for were it not for 
that, every cowardly fellow would turn pirate and so unfit the Seas, 
that men of courage must starve." Inwardly he grinned to himself. Anne 
Bonney had authored those lines.

Sir Nicholas glared down from his seat. He did not blink. His voice 
was loud and clear and it seemed to cut off Rickham's last words, as he
barked: "Guilty! Hang 'em!"

Sir Nicholas Laws stood and left the bench. 

Before Rackham could react, he felt the sharp point of a long knife at 
his back, prodding him in the direction of the scaffolding.

One of the guards said, "The two wenches is to be heard next week. Bet 
you'd like to have that brat grow'n in yer belly instead. I hears 
they's got more guts than the rest o' ya put ta gether."

Rackham paused in his movement and was rewarded with a sharp stab in 
his backside and a tug at his belt. His pants promptly dropped about
his ankles and he stumbled and fell flat on his face, nose sunk into the 
sandy soil. 

"Any o' ya want ta fuck the Captain?" One of the soldier laughed. 
Placing the point of his sword at the waist of the man's underpants, 
he pulled down, and swiftly cut them from the fallen man, exposing his 
buttocks for all to see. "Last fuck 'fore you enter the gates o' hell. 
Step forward and help yer selves."

No one dared speak or move. Then, using his shackled arms, Rackham 
slowly raised himself while trying to pull his pants up. His chains 
prevented him from drawing the trouser all the way up. They slipped from 
his grasp, and he again stumbled, falling face first. 

He swore to himself; rose; and with an attempt toward some degree of 
dignity, waddled toward the gallows with his pants billowing around his 
ankles.

When he reached the steps which ascended to the gallows platform, he found 
that his dragging pants also prevent him from reaching up to the first 
board. A sharp poke in his left butt cheek forced him to crawl up the 
stairs as might a snake. Each painful movement exposed his brown hole 
to all those who cared to look.

A youthful voice yelled from the crowd, "May anyone fuck him?" The sudden 
roar of laughter that rose from the crowd covered any answer that might 
have been given to the bold youth's question.

To Rickham's shame, his pego began to inflate. As he shinnied up the 
stairs, his hard rod seemed to be stimulated by its rough treatment. As 
he slithered on to the raised deck, the blade again prompted him to 
stand. 

His rigid pego pointed toward the crowd, and another roar of laughter 
saturated the atmosphere.

Again the blade stabbed at him, moving him along to stand under the 
far noose. 

The rope was lowered over his head, and the line tightened. He could 
feel the blood pounding in his temples, his chest and in his cock. 
Time had slowed; each second became an eternity as five of his shipmates 
were placed along 'side him, and nooses placed over their heads in turn.

Glancing to his side, he could see that none of the others had their 
manhood exposed as did he, nor did it appear that any of them were so 
shamefully aroused as was he.

He looked outward into the crowd and attempted to will his member to 
soften, but alassit would not obey.

The rope loosened. A rush of blood was released up his neck and into 
his brain. 

Then he heard a sudden snap, the boards under his feet were no more and 
his body was accelerating downward. That was followed by an immediate tug 
on his neck and jaw and the world went into slow motion.

He could visualize his neck bones strain and separate. He could feel 
the tension and snapping of individual spinal nerves, each with a 
fiery sensation ... Each exploding like a fire cracker ... followed 
by some loss of sensation. He seemed to loose his ability to expand and 
contract his lungs, so he began to suffocate. 

The next pop was that of the motor nerve controlling the sphincter. He 
could feel his bowels being released upon his legs, and the foul 
stench that followed.

A lighting bolt seemed to strike a motor nerve and his left leg jerked 
forward throwing his body into a swinging motion. Then there seemed to 
be nothing below his neck as his body swung gently from side to 
side at the end of the rope. His eyes still held the image of the 
crowd but that too began to dim. The roar of the onlookers burned into 
his ears. 

Altogether, it took 3 minutes for his brain to die. Those three minutes 
dragged on for what seemed like three centuries, each year, ten times 
longer than the previous. Each step towards death moved slowly, not as a 
staccato rhythm, but as a dull thud elongated into an eternity.

The crowd looked on. The pirate's stiff pego had finally relaxed. His 
heart had stopped beating. There was no longer a pump working to fill an 
erection.

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Jerry and Scott attended the hanging even though death was not something 
they cared to watch. Instead, they wondered if the ghosts of the hanged men 
would join their population. 

From the moment the trap door had been released the two watched the 
bodies carefully, but saw no signs of a departing spirit.

All but Rickham's corpse were removed from their nooses as the 
remaining four pirates from the Revenge were brought to the gallows 
and subjected to this final act.

The sun had set, but the crowd remained. Candlewood was lit and now
surrounded the town square. Someone began passing a jug of rum, while 
someone else began to pick out an old sea chantey on a banjo.

Like Halloween, the party began -- and there was dancing in the streets -- 
with Captain Jack and his merry crew decorating the macabre scene as their 
bodies swung from the ropes in counterpoint to the music of the revellers.

Jerry, in a de-materialized state, had secreted herself in Anne's cell 
awaiting the woman's return. She had nothing planned, but she wanted 
to know the woman better. There was something about Anne Bonney that 
strongly attracted Jerry.

In many ways they were similar. They both came from England. They both 
had gotten involved with pirates. Jerry's contact had been forced, while
Anne had elected piracy as an adventure.

Both women pirates had shown bravery in the face of overwhelming odds.

Anne's cell door clanked closed. 

The short trip to and from the judge had finally tired her. She laid 
down and fell asleep.

When she awoke, she found she had a cell mate. Anne stared at Jerry. 
The ghost returned the look, but with a smile.

"Yer the pirate ain't ya?"

Anne welcomed the friendly face, "Yeah. What ye in fer?"

"You don't recognize me do ya?"

"No. Should I?"

"I was on the Swan Louie when you took my mate's young friend prisoner 
and had yer way with him."

Anne's eyes narrowed. "Then yer me foe?"

"Naw. Not yer foe. If anything, your admirer. Ya got more guts than any 
man I's ever seen."

All through the night the two women talked, sharing their early lives.

When Jerry told of her breakfast sausage adventure, Anne was howling in 
laughter. Then she paused, out of breath and said, "Sure wished you 
had that sausage with you now. I could use a bit of that. It's been 
too long since I last was ridden."

Eventually the truth came out about Jerry.

The two had become friends. 

Anne's only remark was, "Well I hope's we can enjoy each others 
company once the hangman does his job on me."

"Do you ever regret taken up piracy?"

"Oh no. Not even if it means I hang fer it. There is more spice in 
every minute o' livin' as a pirate as there is in livin' a year in some 
man's house.

"I wrote a little poem; I hoped I could find someone who could set a 
tune to it.

"Drain Drain the bowl,
Each fearless soul-
let the world wag as it will,
Let the Heavens Growl,
The Devils Howl,
Drain, Drain the Bowl and fill."

The light in the tiny cell had gotten a bit brighter as the new day 
began.

When they heard the sounds of a jailer, Jerry said she must leave, but 
promised to return at the end of the day.

Back on board the Seagull, Jerry sought out Jack and Scott. She sought 
their help in planning an escape for Anne Bonney.


Jack was aghast at the idea. The woman had practically raped him.

Jerry extolled Anne's virtues, to the point where Jack reluctantly 
agreed to at least listen and offer suggestions.

Things had changed onboard the Seagull once Doctor Radliffe had 
debarked.

The two ghosts became visible members of the crew.

Scott and Jerry enjoyed a somewhat special status. Although they 
eagerly assumed duties as any other sailor might, they were considered 
as "special" by their shipmates. 

Every one knew of their needs and eagerly provided for them. Their 
ability to see at night also brought them more assignments as lookout, 
and less in ship's maintenance.

All knew of the relationship between Scott and Jack; they were lovers.

At first the captain had been reluctant to assign trivial tasks to the 
two, but once he discovered their eagerness to be treated like the 
others, he accepted them. The only thing truly different was that 
their sexual expertise gave them an edge. And also, there was their
'sometimes' invisibility and extraordinary mobility.


But the matter of Jerry's interest in Anne Bonney would be a touchy 
subject, and thus was kept in the strictest confidence between the 
two ghosts and Jack.

In the days between the 17th and 28th of November, Jerry sought out 
Doctor Radliffe and pledged her help.

The Doctor's plan was to simply delay things until everyone lost 
interest. The major impetus was Sir Nicholas Laws. However he was 
already booked on a return voyage to England sometime in mid December.

Being pregnant, neither woman could be executed before Laws' scheduled
departure date. The trial of the women began on Nov. 28, despite the 
fact that Mary was running a high fever.

If Mary expected to be hanged, she didn't fear it.  In fact, she had 
told the court that she supported the idea of hanging as a way of 
keeping the pirate population from exploding. 

This was the second time Sir Nicholas had heard that argument, and he 
didn't like it either time.

When he asked how they  pled, the women responded, "M'lord, we plead 
our bellies.  We are both pregnant, and it is against the law to hang 
a woman carrying a child."

Mary recounted her many tribulations, insisting that she had never 
really wanted to be a pirate. 

Even though the court had been more patient with the two women than it 
had been with the men, the verdict was the same. 

They would be subjected to the hangman's noose once the babies were 
free of their mother's bodies.

But Radliffe's attitude was: as long as they were alive, things 
could change.

Once Sir Nicholas was gone, Radliffe would petition governor Woods to 
transfer Anne and Mary to Tortuga where he could look after their 
pregnancies. In Tortuga, he could ask the island's governor to commute 
their sentences to slavery, and he would then buy both women.

The days passed, and everything seemed to be in limbo.

Rather unexpectedly Radliffe was called to the jail. The attendant 
had not been on duty during most of Sunday other than to supply a mid-day 
meal, during the delivery of which he discovered that Mary had died.

The death had an unexpected effect upon Jerry. The girl ghost had 
bonded with Anne Bonney and therefore now understood the spirit of 
adventure and the spice of that dish.

The surge of adrenalin in the course of survival -- when the odd's are 
against you -- has been felt by everyone, but to a few, it becomes an 
addiction.

The shop lifter, the petty thief, the burglar, the general, and the 
head of state, are all addicted. Some call it adventure, others have 
no name for it yet they savor the same drug.

Jerry wanted some of that, but it was not within her reach. To 
sample that drug, you need to put something at risk. Her love for Lucy 
was the only thing she had of value.

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On the 14th of December, Sir Nicholas Laws boarded an English ship in 
transit to London.

Radliffe sought an interview with the governor; and, pleading the needs 
of the people of Tortuga, sought the transfer of Anne to the jail in 
Cayona.

On December 28th, The Swan Louie departed for Tortuga, accompanied by 
the Seagull. The woman pirate Anne Bonney was a passenger/prisoner in 
the custody of Doctor Michael Radliffe.

On January 15th, the government records in Tortuga show the commutation 
of Anne's sentence to: life as a slave.

On January 18th, the government records in Tortuga show the purchase of 
one slave, Anne Bonney, by Doctor Michael Radliffe for the sum of one 
thousand pieces-of-eight.

On January 20th, the Swan Louie departed Tortuga for the Carolina's 
with four passengers: Lucy Granville, Julie Eyber, Doctor Michael 
Radliffe, and household slave: one Anne Bonney.

The Seagull had decided to extend her voyage by continuing to act as 
escort.

The Louie was no where to be seen as the Seagull pulled up her hook, 
and began her slow trip up Cayona Harbor's easterly channel.

Once clear of the harbor, all of her sails were trimmed and set for a 
combination of good speed and a smooth ride.

Within the next quarter hour her sheets were tensioned as tautly as 
the highest string on a violin. The hull bit deeply into the rich 
blue Caribbean sea, the water curling upward along her hull. 
Occasionally, eddies of wind generated by the air ricocheting from the 
sails would catch some of the froth, move it into the air thus allowing it 
to be caught by the natural breeze which sprayed it across the deck.

Several hours had passed and the Seagull became confident that they 
would overtake the French ship within just a few hours.

The pre-arranged course would take the vessels westward parallel with 
Cuba's northern coast. Once abreast of the east coast of the New 
World, the course would be altered into a straight shot north along 
Florida, and finally into the Carolina's. The Swan Louie would then 
put into Charleston Harbor for a few days before finally heading east 
across the Atlantic to France.

Almost six months had passed since the Swan Louie had left New Orleans 
with her passengers. It would most likely be another two months before 
she reached her destination. 

It was somewhat after 1 A.M. on their third night out that Scott sighted 
a lone ship, stationary in the water, but with her sails full. If it 
had not been for his night vision, the ship would have gone undetected 
as it lay in wait, secreted within the shadows of a near by islet.

"Jack, see if you can find Jerry and have her come up here, then tell 
the Captain about that ship. I bet you it's the Bloody Cutlass." 
The boy began to step into his pants, in preparation for his departure. 
Scott added, "You'd better tell the Captain first, and have the helmsman 
change course."

Unexpectedly both tasks were attended to in the same visit. He found 
Jerry sleeping in the arms of the older man.

Within seconds the girl ghost was standing alongside her male 
counterpart. "I feel like visiting Captain Frank, how about you?"

Without turning Scott replied, "That's pretty much what I had in mind 
when I first spotted the Cutlass."

The Captain was now at the helm. The change in course had not been 
radical.

Jerry and Scott addressed him, "Sir, we wants ta take leave with yer 
permission and see what's happenin on the Bloody Cutlass."

"Permission granted. How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"Don't rightly know, but I think the Cutlass was the only shoal in 
these waters. Don't ye worry; we'll be back soon as we get's the lay o' 
the land."

Moments later the two invisible spirits were close to the helm of the 
Bloody Cutlass.

There was a sailor sitting on a cask. The only sound was from the wind 
which kept the sails full. 

A second sailor came through a hatchway, "Redge, what 'cha thinkin' 
'bout?"

The lad on the cask turned to his mate, "Ya relieving me?"

"Naw. Another hour yet. What are you gonna do when they puts us 
ashore?"

Jerry and Scott looked at each other wondering about that snippet of 
conversation.

"Don't rightly know. The QM has been talking about he and some of the 
crew becoming land pirates, but Captain Frank says they should hold 
off on that 'til they's far away, else the King's men might catch on 
and still be after us."

"Yeah. Heard that me self. Think Captn's right. You teaming up with 
anyone yet?"

"Nope. How's about you and me joining up; just the two of us. Got any 
idea how much booty we'll be splitting?"

Jerry whispered in Scott's ear, "Sounds like they are planning a 
career change."

"Let's check out Captain Frank. But first let's take the wind out of 
their sails." Jerry looked at him quizzically, then smiled as she 
caught on to his double entendre.

Scott climbed the forward mast, while Jerry stood by the sheet. No one 
else was about, and the two sailors were talking between themselves.

Scott was in position near where the sail halyard passed through the 
top pulley. He signaled Jerry, who let out on the forward sheet. At 
the same instant that the halyard went slack he slipped the line off 
of the pulley wheel and the halyard jammed in the block.

The sudden shift in trim upset the balance and the Cutlass lurched to 
starboard. This in turn spilled the wind from the other sails, and the 
two sailors found themselves in each others arms skidding across the 
deck.

"What the hell was that?" The man who should have been tending the 
helm screamed.

"Don't know but the QM is gonna be pissed."

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Moments before "The Incident", as the event was soon to become known, 
Captain Frank had been alone with the cook's boy. 

In fact Frank had been playing with the lad for almost a quarter hour. 
The boy was certainly as ready as he would ever be. 

The youth was naked of course, and on all fours. The Captain had also 
shed his clothing, and then prepared the boy for an easy entry.

The invading organ settled itself over the sphincter and began to push 
gently inward, rubbing at the opening. He pressed forward, then backed 
off, gently but insistently pushing a little deeper with each motion. 

He felt the muscles yielding in response to his hot poker.

The "Target" had been lubed. The shaft had been in position. The tip 
was already being grasped by the sphincter. The entry was to be 
gentle. A little vacillating; back and forth. However, it was at that 
precise moment that the forward sail had lost her trim, and the 
Cutlass lurched to starboard. Her stern was being held by her anchor 
line. This caused the ship to fishtail. The Captain, and the boy flew 
across the tiny cabin, landing face down. The shaft, which had already 
begun its entry was flung all the way in, in a single, almost violent, 
push.

The boy, who was hardly a virgin, had not been prepared for such an 
assault. As he landed on the floor, the Captain directly on top of 
him, shaft now buried to the hilt, his eyes went wide, and a large "O" 
formed upon his lips.

After the shock and momentary pain, his lower regions now felt full, 
and ready.

The hot cock-head slid easily back and forth in the depths of his 
bowels. He felt it moving up and down. Frank's hands worked themselves 
around in front of the boy and began to tug gently at his nipples. 

The boy's cock jerked upward in response to the tit-play. 

The sailor who had been at the helm was attempting to lower the 
forward sail, but the violent whipping of the canvas had wedged the 
rope hard between the pulley wheel and its block.

Frank had withdrawn, just the head of his pego was nudged against the 
waiting hole. The boy again felt a firm shove, and his ass 
surrendered. 

Again the ship lurched, but this time to port. The boy felt the 
invading dick-head slip past his lost defense and plow itself deeper 
inside his body. His balls lurched in synchronism, and he felt a large 
drop of pre-cum well up and spill out of his own dick, dripping in a 
long, clear string to the bare deck. Then the Captain began driving in 
and out of his ass, forcing the boy's body to rock slightly with the 
motion, his balls banging against both of the boy's ass cheeks.

The boy moved forward from the thrusting dick. The thumping of his 
nuts against the wooden deck only served to increase his stiffness. 

He found his body responding again to the sensations which were 
generated inside of him. He began pushing back as the Captain's pego 
pressed forward. His balls were getting rhythmically thumped, and his 
cock was wagging proudly in front of him as it continued leaking the 
clear fluid. Small droplets, suspended at equal distances on the 
stringy fluid, stretched to the floor. His dick throbbed, and his balls 
were beginning to ache. He couldn't stop the motion even though his dick and 
balls continued to bang against the wood. He tried to stifle the groan 
escaping his lungs, but couldn't; and Frank just pushed that much 
harder as he heard the youth's voice surrender to the pleasures of the 
flesh. 

Then the boy felt the warmth of skin as Frank's fist encircled his 
jangled balls and pulled them backward. They were quite sensitive now 
from their repeated thumping against the deck. The downward pressure 
now being applied caused his cock to twitch spasmodically. His nuts 
weren't being hurt, just placed under a slightly distressing pressure. 
He moaned softly as they were tugged gently, while feeling his pole 
slide and drool uncontrollably. 

Frank was nearing climax as he felt the boy's ass-muscles grip and 
relax on his dick as it rubbed back and forth over the bubbling 
prostate. 

The small gland was getting quite tenderized as the man-cock rode over 
it repeatedly. The boy's crotch had long since taken control of his 
movements. 

He reared back against a particularly hard thrust, clenching his 
muscles as the invading organ bottomed out. Then it was his turn to 
groan. 

Frank's voice raised in passion as an orgasm swept over him.  

The boy was furiously pounding his meat while his butt was being 
filled from the man's spewing cock; jet after jet of sticky white cum 
was flung up inside the youth. 

It was in this position that the two were engaged when Scott and Jerry 
entered the Captain's cabin.

The boy's cock was ready to explode. Without even thinking about it, 
Jerry slid under them, capturing the volley that followed.

The boy's pleasure was so intense that he did not realize it could not 
have been the captain's mouth that was servicing his needs.

Scott looked on thinking back to that first time when Jerry had said, 
"Oh Gawd NO! You mean you think we are gonna have to live off o' that 
stuff. I'd rather eat pussy." Now there seemed to be little 
hesitation.

Frank's blood was pounding in his ears as his shaft continued to 
pulse. Eventhough the climax was winding down, the pounding persisted. 
Then the sound of real hammering on the cabin door merged. "Captain! 
Frank, we need you on deck."

The boy was still lying flat on the deck, his dark buttocks 
glistening with sweat and sperm as his seducer pulled on his trousers, 
replying, "What's happened?"

The unbalanced sails had put the Cutlass into oscillation at the end 
of her anchor tether. As the wind continued to alternately spill and 
fill the ship rocked out of control. But, before the QM or the Captain 
could get on deck this movement had dampened.

The sailor who had been at the helm was attempting to lower the 
forward sail, but the violent whipping of the canvas had wedged the 
rope hard between the pulley wheel and its block.

The Quartermaster was the first officer on deck. The initial lurch had 
slingshoted him from his hammock. He had rushed down the passageway 
dressed only in his under shorts.

His first orders were to the off duty sailor, "Get the Captain, and 
rouse the crew." 

The QM's experienced eye quickly assessed the situation. All of the 
canvas must be lowered if they were to prevent further damage. 

He shaped his hands around his mouth and shouted to the man at the top 
of the forward mast to cut the halyard.

While his orders were being carried out he began loosening the aft 
sheets.

Captain Frank rushed on deck, and up to the helm. He grasped the 
wheel, attempting to stop its wild gyrations.

Other sailors emerged onto the deck. There was great commotion. 
Finally the event wound down. 

While the Bloody Cutlass was dangling from her anchor line -- her 
forward sail a tattered piece of canvas flung across her bow, and the 
rest of her sails laying in disarray across her decks -- there came a 
report from a look out: "Ahoy! Ship three points off our starboard 
bow."

"Is she closing on us?" The wind carried the QM's question aloft.

"No Sir. I don't think she's seen us."

The man was wrong. The Seagull had seen the Cutlass long before the 
lookout had made his report. The prey would soon disappear over the 
horizon.

The captain of both ships were silently relieved that there would be 
no confrontation.

It took several hours for the pirates to get the lowered sails in 
order. The tattered forward sail would require an all-hands-effort for 
at least the next day before it could again be set on her mast.

Captain Frank ordered the QM to set a small amount of sail, and raise 
the anchor. They would seek the shelter of the nearby island to their 
south.

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Scott had ambivalent feelings towards the captain pirate who had 
robbed him of his family, his virginity, and indirectly his life.

On the other hand Jerry's attitude was malevolent.

Yet neither truly hated the scoundrel. The girl, more so than the boy 
ghost, recognized the spirit of adventure which drove the majority of 
these outlaws.

Even though Scott realized what Captain Frank had robbed him of, the 
sensory aspect of his introduction to sex was always lurking in the 
recesses of his mind. When he recalled those early events, it always 
brought his pego to full mast.

Both realized that regardless of what they did, world events would 
destroy the Bloody Cutlass. What ever pitiful play they might engage 
in would do little to delay the inevitable.

By a stroke of luck, they had saved the Seagull from attack. They felt 
that they should confront the snake and pull its fangs.

The ship had made its way into a small cove, and dropped its hook. 
They would remain there throughout the morrow and repair the sails.

Captain Frank left the details of the short trip in the hands of the 
QM.

Everyone was on deck when he closed the door to his cabin and 
undressed. He had had a long and trying day. That coupled with the his 
wild sexual escapade with the cook's boy had brought him to the point 
where the only thing he could think of was bed and sleep.

Before hitting the sack, he took several long pulls on a bottle of 
rum, then washed it down with a tankard of warm ale. The alcohol hit 
him like a ton of bricks. He extinguished the lantern and laid upon 
his bed wearing only a flimsy pair of purple underpants.

Their present course placed a quarter moon off the ships port beam, allowing 
a yellow light to create moving shadows as the vessel slipped through the 
ocean.

He blinked at the image his mind had warned him must be an 
hallucination. The naked boy whom his eyes had lied to his brain about was 
none other than his English cabin boy.

He blinked again, but this time the image he saw was the girl who had 
stolen the boy.

Hair of the dog was the only solution. He raised himself from his bed, 
found the rum bottle and took another deep swig.

The anesthesia had the appropriate effect. The hallucination 
disappeared into the cobwebs of his mind. He fell into a deep sleep.

The two ghosts followed suite.

"Capn!  Capn!" The cook's boy had entered without knocking.

Frank stirred as the sounds intruded upon his dreamless state. His 
head ached with a vengeance, warning him that he was treating his body 
shamelessly.

He opened one eye, squinting at the brightly lit cabin of a new day.

"Cook wants to know if ye want's some breakfast, and the QM needs to 
speak with ye. Want me to have him come in?"

The pirate still was not fully awake. His hand reached beneath his 
purple underpants, and began scratching his pubes. 

The boy, remembering the thorough fucking he had received the day 
before looked askance thinking the man wanted to start his day with 
another ride. He turned and moved toward the door.

"Naw, laddie, I think not on the breakfast. If ye got a bit a fruit, 
I'd like that. Ask Mr. Johnson to come in."

The boy reached for the latch on the cabin door. 

Frank continued, "And as fer tother, we'll save the party 'til 
after dark."

As the boy exited, the QM entered.

"Captn' the crew asked me to talk to ya. They's not at all happy with 
what little booty we have to divide. No one thinks that abandoning the 
Cutlass is a bad idea, but they needs a stake."

Frank looked questioningly at his second officer. "Most of the booty 
we have is not worth much; at least not to us. They's welcome to take 
as much of the grain, and booze as we got on board. As fer the 
valuables, we've got not morn a hundred quid per man."

"That's why they wants to overtake the Swan Louie and take her two 
passengers for ransom. If the Louie takes the normal route she'll head 
west 'til she's at the southern tip of Florida, then change course and 
parallel the east coast all the way to the Carolinas. On the other 
hand, if we set our course to 300 we could reach those waters before 
she does. Then we board the Louie, take the passengers, scuttle the 
ship, and go on with our original plan."

Frank's mind was still cloudy from his hangover. His head ached. His 
balls itched, and his bladder demanded immediate relief. "I'll have ta 
think about it. How's the repair work going on the sails?"

"They's well underway. We could head north before noon if we's amind 
to."

"Alright Mr. Johnson. Give me more details on what ye got planned."

The QM put his butt down in a chair, with his boots on the bunk. "The 
original idea was that we would grab the Louie yesterday, scuttle her, 
and head for the Florida coast. We would put most of the crew, and our 
booty ashore, including yer self. Then I would put to sea, and put the 
Cutlass on the rocks. After we made it ashore, we would meet up with 
you, divvy up the booty, and then we'd each go our own way. The only 
thing different is that the intercept would be off of the Carolina's 
instead of these waters, and we'd need to make camp somewhere inland 
to hold the women while we sent a message demanding ransom. I hear's 
the Indians have been known to provide sanctuary if the price were 
right."

"It sounds workable to me. Try ta get the ship underway as soon as 
possible. In the mean time I wants to think more about this. The most 
important thing, regardless of how poor or rich we is to be, is to 
allude the King's noose. They needs to think the Cutlass went down 
with all hands."

Jerry and Scott looked at each other with raised eyebrows, then 
swiftly proceeded to the Seagull. If they acted quickly they could out 
fox the pirates, and still allow the saga of the Cutlass to reach that 
planned conclusion.

It was not  until after the two ghosts departed that Frank made his 
final decision. They would go with that plan, but would put their 
treasure ashore at the first opportunity just in case something went 
wrong.

Jack was so happy to see Scotty that he threw his arms around him and 
kissed him in broad daylight, and in full view of the Captain and most 
of the crew.

It would be necessary for both the Seagull and the Swan Louie to be 
active participants if they were to elude capture, and foil the 
pirates plans. Even though that goal was the stated one, there lay at 
the foundation of Jerry's decision to continue on to the Louie, her 
desire to enjoy the sweetness of Lucy.

She materialized just inside of Julie's cabin. Being naked everytime 
she became visible was becoming a nuisance. She was out of direct view 
of the two occupants of the girls bed. Although it seemed unlikely 
that the pair would take note of even a band of Indians doing a war chant.

The girl was on her back, legs wide apart. The bright red hair of her 
lover shown like a sunrise as his head was buried in her bosom.

Jerry became invisible and moved into Lucy's cabin.

The sounds of passion emanating from the other room had the girl in a 
turmoil. She pressed her pillow over her head. That only made it worse 
as her imagination took over and created more sensual sounds, 
crystallizing a fictional erotic picture of Julie and her lover.

The girl ghost moved along side of Lucy and sat on the side of her bed 
and then became visible.

As her form took shape her weight depressed the bedding. The scene 
took on reality. The girl peaked from under the pillow. Her mound had 
become moist. Momentarily she imagined that it must be the sailor, 
having satisfied Julie, who now sought to satisfy his own lust with her. 

The conjured spectacle repressed her good sense; subconsciously she 
wanted to be ravished. 

The view of Jerry sitting nakedly at her side, on her bed, and within 
her grasp satisfied nearly all of her anticipations.
 
They kissed for a very long time before they allowed their 
concentration to shift to other parts of their bodies.  Then, almost 
as if on cue, they both began to shift themselves, opening their legs 
to the other. Lucy's hand moved quickly down Jerry's body, lingering 
only for a moment to toy with her pubic hair before her fingers busily 
searched for and found the hardening clitoris.

Jerry began pinching Lucy's nipples roughly, pulling at them with her 
small fingers, making Lucy moan in appreciation. She was content to 
leave her lover's moistening cunt unattended for the moment.

Lucy continued her assault on Jerry's throbbing clit and lowered her 
head to the full and hard nippled breasts being thrust out to her. 

Jerry kissed the blonde head softly, moving her hand around to the 
back in order to play with her ass.  She moaned as Lucy's talented 
lips, teeth and tongue began working on her long nipples. "Yes! I love 
that ... mmmmmm ... you know I love that so much!", she mewed.  Her 
hips began rising and falling as she pushed her clit against Lucy's 
manipulating fingers.

"You're so wet!", Lucy whispered hotly, as she spread open Jerry's 
pussy with her long fingers.  "I love it when you're wet!"

"I know! I know you love it ... make me wet ... I want to be wet for 
you."

Lucy knew exactly how to work her lover to bring more and more of the 
pungent vaginal secretions to the surface, and did so purposely, 
knowing, just as Jerry did, that she would soon be sucking those very 
juices.  

Every contact their bodies made was electrifying now, but their 
thoughts were concentrated on just one thing ... Jerry's pussy juice.  
The ghost wanted to be as wet as possible when Lucy ate her. It was 
naughty for her to wish that, and she knew it.  Naughty for her to 
want Lucy's mouth to be full of her cunt juice.  Naughty for her to 
want so much for her secretions to be on Lucy's tongue and lips and, 
in fact, all over her face. 

Still, as much as her own naughtiness excited her, what really made 
her juices flow was the knowledge that Lucy's mind was just as firmly 
planted on those very same thoughts. There was a very hungry, 
extremely contented, sublimely happy, young woman working her way at 
that very moment to a spot between her legs where she would, for as 
long as she wished it, lick and suck and nibble at her clitoris and 
cunt lips.

With knowledge comes freedom, and Jerry's knowledge of Lucy's naughty 
hungers allowed her the freedom to let her body movements and her 
words work together to inflame even further the desires that were 
already burning feverish within them.

"Oh, Gawd ... so wet! ... so wet for you ... I want your mouth so 
much!"  She pushed at Lucy with her free hand, almost shoving her off 
the bed, as she opened her legs even wider.  

Lucy slid quickly onto the floor, positioning herself on her knees in 
front of the spread-eagled ghost.  

Jerry grabbed her legs behind the knees and pulled them back, offering 
up her sex lewdly to the kneeling, turned-on girl whose nostrils were  
filling with the aroma of girl-fuck. Her face moved closer and closer 
to Jerry's wet and quivering cunt.

She threw her head back, her hair tossing, and then raised it once 
more, staring into Lucy's eyes.  There was a passion in her gaze that 
told more than words ever could.  She was brazenly baring her naked 
sex hungrily offering a feast of her pussy. There was gratitude, 
commitment, overwhelming passion and shared excitement in her eyes as 
Lucy's tongue slid from between her lips and flicked at her clitoris, 
touching it.

Jerry's eyes closed tightly and her head flew back once more. 
"YES!!! ... like that!  Ohhhh ... Gawd!!!"  She released her legs and 
pushed them straight up into the air, as her hands fell to her heaving 
breasts and began mauling them, her thumbs and fingers grabbing at her 
stiff nipples, tearing at them impatiently.

"Ohhhmmmmph ... Ohhhmmmmph ... Ohhhhmmmmmmmphhh ...," Jerry moaned 
rhythmically as her orgasm began sweeping through her.  Over and over.  
"Ohhhhmmmmp ... Ohhhhmmmmmph ... Ohhhhmmmmppp ..."  It was a lewd 
sound ... a dirty sound ... it was the sound of a female in heat, a 
animalistic sound from deep within her, and it was a sound that was 
overheard in the adjacent cabin.

The sailor raised his head, his ears as alert as those of a fox hound 
on a hunt. Julie giggled as she realized that Jerry must have 
returned. 

The seaman had presumed the other girl was alone. He was certain no 
one else on the ship could be with her, unless it were the Captain or 
the First mate.  Even so that seemed unlikely, as the Captain had been 
on the bridge when he had surreptitiously entered Julie's cabin.

Regardless of the reason, the passionate sounds echoed in his ears 
like the howl of a hungry wolf. His manhood was triggered as he 
slipped from the bed, and made his way to the water closet.

He cracked open the door. He could see the two women as they lay 
naked. The older woman on the bed was a stranger to his eyes. Before 
he could deduce that that could not be possible, his rigid member 
slipped between the door and it's jam.

Julie was directly behind him. She reached for the door handle and 
yanked it closed. "It's not nice to peek."

The man howled from the pinching. The spied upon girls looked towards 
the source of the sounds, and then bounded for the door, pulling it 
open.

Jerry glanced downward at the man. His penis was not erect so she 
presumed that he had not been watching them. 

Julie's hand found the instrusive organ and began massaging it.

"Sorry, didn't mean to interrupt anything." Lucy spoke quietly to 
Julie.

There was no passion in the room, and even though everyone was naked, 
Lucy suggested that they come into her cabin.

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The Seagull had trimmed her sails for maximum speed and was overtaking 
the Swan Louie. 

From the moment she was over the horizon; the lead vessel was aware of 
her presence, and the captain ordered her to heave to.

When the two ships were within hailing distance, the captain of the 
Louie was rowed across for a conference.  

The two discussed a plan to entrap the Bloody Cutlass and bring her 
crew to justice. 

Both ships would turn north toward the Carolina's, but the Seagull 
would lag behind out of sight, just over the horizon. They presumed 
the Cutlass would not make her move 'til night had settled. Under 
cover of darkness, and running no lights, the sloop would move closer 
until the attempted intercept. At that time the Louie would flash a 
handful of gunpowder, and the Seagul would engage the pirates from the 
other side.

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Life for Anne Bonney, onboard the Swan Louie, while far from 
unpleasant was foreign to her. Her owner did not treat her like a 
slave, but neither did he treat her like his equal. To the independent 
ex-pirate this was worse than being a slave; she was being treated 
like a woman.

Each night, while being bedded by the good Doctor, her mind wandered 
from the sexual pleasures she was enduring, and instead tread the path 
of fantasy. Her mind constantly took her back to her early days in 
England when she was a "man". Her imagination rode that horse into the 
future with dreams of exploring the new world. She saw herself on 
horseback, riding freely into the sunset, living off of the land. 

In no way could Anne Brennan Cormac Bonney (Redliffe) exist as some 
man's chattel, wife, or salve. She had overheard the plans being made 
to trap the Bloody Cutlass and had decided, if at all possible, to use 
the encounter to escape.

She noticed the frequency that the red headed crewman disappeared into 
Julie's cabin, and used his absence to purloin and hide clothes she 
could use to switch identities.

As the sun sank below the horizon she readied herself. Then in the 
dark shadows on deck she stayed alert, watchful for the first glimpse 
of the pirate ship.

It was shortly after midnight when she thought she saw movement in the 
far distance off of the ships port bow.  Her eyes strained into the 
distance. Two hours later she could clearly see the oncoming vessel, 
as it steered a course which kept her hidden by the Louie's first 
sail.

Her conscience bothered her; she felt like a traitor. But, as always, 
her goal and her willpower kept her from deviating from her plan. She 
would not alert the lookouts.

As one-thirty grew near, the pirate ship was clearly visible. Anne 
changed into the seaman's clothes and stood just forward of the first 
mast.  No one should take notice of her; in the darkness she was just 
another sailor on deck.

She scampered up the mast to the top of the sail and tied a line so 
she could swing the distance to the oncoming ship at first touching.

All was quiet except for the sounds of the ship cutting through the 
water. The angle of the intercept was less than 30 degrees. 

All onboard the Cutlass were in readiness for attack. The entire crew 
was grouped on her bow. Frank felt certain that the snare would be an 
easy one. His gaze was on the deck of his prey. As the two vessels 
impacted, the pirates let out a mighty shriek and jumped aboard for 
the capture. No one noticed the seaman who swept in the other 
direction, and into the upper regions of the Cutlass's forward sail.

Anne remained hidden. It was the second impact that was her undoing.

No one aboard the Cutlass had been watching her stern. When the 
Seagull hit, the vessel lurched and rolled. Anne went flying through 
the air and landed in the ocean some thirty feet to starboard.

The unexpected attack from the Seagull astonished the pirates. In an 
attempt to break loose from what now was obviously a trap, she 
attempted a turn to starboard. The maneuver was effective, and the 
Cutlass moved rapidly away to the west. There was too much noise and 
commotion for anyone to hear the sound of surf pounding against rocks.

The sickening sound of her hull being crushed, her timbers being 
split, her keel being broken, descended upon the pirates. Their plan 
was being fulfilled, but not as they had wished.

The quick change in course had left Anne abandoned in the dark waters. 
As the Seagull passed she was able to grasp a trailing line. It 
appeared that one of the lines from a grappling hook had gone 
unnoticed.

Both ships were attempting to move both north and slightly east, away 
from the rocky shore line.

Anne had only two choices; stay with the Seagull, or swim for shore. 
Given two choices she had always chosen the most dangerous. Ten 
minutes later she let loose of her life line and swam towards 
land.

Those ten minutes had been valuable ones in that the Seagull had 
carried her away from the rocky point, but not far enough from shore 
to make any difference.

Her progress was faster than she realized.  The shore swells were 
turning into surf. The sea was breaking gently on the shore.

It was still very dark when she pulled herself upon the beach and 
crawled beyond the reaches of the water. 

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There had been only two survivors from the Cutlass. The Cook's boy had 
sensed the impending danger. He had cajoled his older lover to abandon 
ship during the boarding of the Louie.

They had swum toward shore and heard the pounding waters of the rocky 
point. Holding on to each other they let themselves be swept south 
until they no longer could hear the perilous sounds. Then they swam 
toward shore.

They stayed alert to what they could see of the ensuing battle. The 
encounter faded from view as they drifted south. But the sound of a 
ship breaking on the rocky point left little doubt as to what had 
happened.

When they reached shore, they found a place protected from the night 
air, and fell asleep in each others arms.

Early next morning they scoured the sea shore both north and south 
looking for signs of survivors. They could find none. They then 
proceeded south. It would be a days journey on foot to where the 
treasure had been hidden.

END CHAPTER NINE THE PIRATE AFFAIR