The thick sea fog hung over the deck of Tortuga’s Serpent as it glided through the calm waters. The young passenger, Maria, had bartered with the Captain James le Bous for a ride to Santiago to tend to her sick mother. Naïve, fair-skinned, and shy, Maria was the target of the crews’ advances, but so far she had spurned all of the drunk, woman-starved shipmen. Too frequent to the point that she kept to her quarters for most of the days, emerging only late at night to walk the decks alone.
As she stood near the railing with the sea mist in her hair, she heard the sound of footsteps behind her. Her heart raced, as she feared a member of the crew was lurking, just waiting for her to let her guard down. Her fingers clenched the rail and as she turned she could just barely make out the silhouette of the first mate on board, Black Flint Charlie. She let out a sigh of relief, as he, unlike everyone else on board, had been nothing but a perfect gentleman to her since she had embarked on Tortuga’s Serpent.
“You startled me”, she blurted as he moved closer to her.
“Truly sorry. That was never my intention,” he answered. “I always walk the decks at this hour. The churning sea calms my nerves.”
Charlie took another step closer. Maria could feel the body heat radiating out of him. An old salt, he knew exactly what he was doing. As Maria’s hands began to tremble he wrapped his arms around her. Against her previous reservations about this ship’s crew, Maria did what felt natural at that moment and embraced the cordial first mate.
Living a sheltered life, Maria had never been with a man before. New feelings and sensations suddenly flooded her body as she was overcome with passion. Her lips pressed against the rough, salty stubble on Black Flint’s face and eventually found their way to his pouty mouth. She let out a soft moan about his ‘wooden peg leg’ while Black Flint looks on, smirking.
Gently, Black Flint slid his fingers towards her crotch as he whispered, “X marks the spot”, into her ear. He parted her lips gingerly; his fingers rough from a lifetime of rigging ships and a particularly rigorous jerk-off session the day before.
The wet sea air misted Black Flint’s, now stiff, sword, as he moved in closer to her. He motioned to Maria and she grabbed the railing. Black Flint paused as their eyes met. He took one more breath and then forced his dagger into her treasure trove.
She let out a soft cry, her sexual nature now awakened. The pleasure washed over her as Black Flint’s weathered fingers played with her between thrusts.
“Thar she blows,” he bellowed after a series of vigorous plunders into her. He withdrew and although the experience had been short-lived, Maria was quite content with it. They shared a fleeting kiss and then retired to their quarters knowing that they would never be able to recreate that moment in time.
Later that night Maria was tossed overboard during a mutiny and was subsequently raped by a very surly octopus.