A novella ~ "Privateer's Desire: Stealing Romance"

[Mrtenant]

 

[Mrtenant]

Our first night together aboard the Constantine is memorable as it winds down into the wee hours of the morning. At last, you and I - save McCord, are alone. I gaze upon you, my heart filled with the richness of life that brings us together as we speak softly.

Finally McCord leaves, clearing the remains of our gathering, and we are alone at last. I place my hands upon your cheeks and, gazing into your eyes, I slowly approach your lips with mine.

Our kiss is searing, imprinting on my mind now and forever the depth of love I hold forth to you from my heart. My head swims in a fog of love and growing ardour for you from which I pray I remain forever lost within.

Your dress falls slowly away from your shoulders as I kiss and caress you with your unveiling. Your naked back curves down to your bottom as the dress falls away and pools at your feet.

You stand naked before me, in my home, aboard the Constantine - now, your home as well. Your place is here with me, I deem. I will make certain of its permanence. None will contest or doubt that truth.

The gasps and cries of pleasure in our love making shatter the peace of the early morning hours as we sail throughout the night. Indeed, we hardly notice the morning songs of nature around us as dawn slowly lightens the sky and illuminates us through the cabin’s windows.

Day by day passes inexorably as we sail towards Alexandria. There are ship’s repairs, inventories taken, and our cabin’s renovation at hand. In the evenings, there is merriment and long talks and planning into the night.

You and I make plans on many things, but we are particularly excited as we consider the implications of the map we recovered from the Lysandra.

Unbeknownst to Captain Mouton, information he provided regarding a particular detail or two we had innocently asked about, now help determine our course.

After nearly a fortnight of sailing steadily, my man in the fo’castle spies Alexandria ahead and makes sounds forth. We are at the helm as I take my spyglass and see its shining white buildings and edifices.

I hand the spyglass to you and point ahead as you gaze at our destination. The end of this journey is nigh. We will put in to port for resupply before heading out to the open ocean.

 

[cascadiabound]

We travel the wide, serpentine path of the Nile to Alexandria. The scenery is beautiful. There are Pyramids in the distance, monumental statuary lush foliage and stark desert. I spend most every moment with you, learning everything I can about every detail and workings of the Constantine.

The evenings are spent in merriment with the crew and men from Alafdahl’s tribe and Captain Mouton and his crewmen. As the only woman among so many men, I am careful to always be armed, as you showed me the first night.

Ten days into our journey, on an evening lit by a nearly full moon, I find Captain Mouton at the rail, gazing across the water. I join him, standing a few paces apart.

“Good evening, Captain,” I greet him, a slight tremor in my voice betraying my nervousness.

“M’lady, ‘tis lovely evening, as pretty as you, sweetheart,” his voice warm, his strange dialect familiar now, yet still, so unusual to my ear.

I blush, “You are too kind, Sir.”

“Please, Beb, call me Regge, are we not friends, no?”

I blush again, and stammer, the familiarity a bit too much for me. But, I am in need of his help, something only he can do for me.

“Yes, yes, we are friends, Regge. And, if I may, I would deign to impose on you by asking a favour,” I glance up at him, trying to gauge if I should continue.

Thankfully, I see curiosity and a smirk curling at the corner of his mouth.

I rush ahead, before I lose my nerve, “Captain, I mean, Regge, you can perform weddings, can you not? The Captain and I – please… we must be married. Could you? Would you? Marry us?”

My voice fades and I drop my eyes, embarrassed at my forwardness.

Suddenly I realize you have never actually asked for my hand in marriage… I have always assumed… and we are now living as man and wife, but… but… but… ohhhhhh. I falter with the realization. I just have no idea!

I feel Captain Mouton’s eyes take my measure. He is quiet for a moment, allowing me to collect myself.

“Sweetheart? Have yer spake with yer Captain along these trifles? It be most untoward fer a demoiselle such as yerself to be a speaken such things with me worthy self. And to answer- of course I be able to perform yer weddin. But, I am not the person you should be a speakin to.”

I nod, crestfallen, “Yes, of course you are correct.” I sigh, “Please forget I mentioned this to you, I am most mortified.”

He nods.

“Good night then.” I curtsy.

He bows and takes my hand, brushing it with his lips. “Good night, m’lady. And good morrow. We should be in Alexandria by noon tide.”

 

[cascadiabound]

The next morning, I am standing with you at the helm when Alexandria comes into view. I have been distracted all day… Trying to find the right time to talk to you… when we are alone… and you not too distracted… I did not sleep particularly well last night… but I cannot wait any longer. You hand me the spyglass and I peer through it at the city. It is most beautiful.

“Darling?” my eyebrows cinch together in my earnestness.

“Mmmmm. Yes, darling?” you answer distractedly, your thoughts understandably on your duties.

“Do you love me?” I ask, knowing the answer, but feeling the need to ask nonetheless.

You set the spyglass down and immediately turn to me. Your eyes clouded with worry, “Yes, my love, yes, I love you with all my heart. Why on earth would you ask me such a thing?”

“Well… darling…,” I stammer, “You know how… how much I love my pierced ears and what they mean to me… the way they bond me to you? And, we have often spoken these last few days about what it means now that I am yours, on this ship, how I am now the ‘Captain’s Woman’, but, darling… would it be very selfish of me to want more? To also want...”

I turn away from your steely gaze as tears begin to well up in my eyes.

I cannot say it, I cannot say it, I cannot …yet I must. Taking a deep breath, my resolve returns, I straighten my spine. Turning back to you, the tears in my eyes near upon ready to burst forth,

I bite my lip hard and continue, “t-t-to be your, your… wife?” I blush, stammering as I look away, once again, unable to hold your gaze.

Instantly, your arm wraps around my waist and your other hand cups my chin, tipping my head up to meet your eyes.

“Kezziah, my love. Look at me. I love you with all my heart. This is the first I have heard you say anything like this. But, really, I should have known. I offer my deepest apologies, my love.”

You take both my hands in yours and hold them together kissing them lightly. Continuing softly, earnestly, your voice full of love for me,

“Sometimes, I curse myself for my stupidity. Please, please, will you forgive me?” You take one knee before me, causing me to catch my breath.

“Kezziah, my love, my heart, my best friend and my partner, will you do me the honour of making me the happiest man alive and consent to become my wife?”

I burst into tears of happiness and fling my arms around you as you rise again, hugging me tightly.

“Oh yes, yes, yes, yes, YES!!!! A thousand times yes!!!!”

You pepper my face with kisses, kissing my tears away, and then kissing my lips, soft and slow, a searing kiss that seals our official betrothal.

Breaking our kiss, finally, I whisper, “Darling, I do not want to wait. We are in sight of Alexandria, we are home together on your ship. Can we marry immediately? Today? Please?” I realize my tone borders on wheedling, but I do not care.

You pull me tightly into your arms before I am even done speaking, as you nod your assent. “We shall have Captain Mouton officiate. I shall send for him as soon as we are at anchor in port. We shall marry this afternoon. And my love, I am certain your pierced ears are well healed now. You will wear the emerald drop jeweled earrings. The external mark that you are my woman.”

“Yes, darling, the thought had occurred to me as well. My piercings no longer hurt. I would love to wear the emerald earrings finally. And to wear them for the first time on our wedding day. Oh darling, you fill my heart with joy. I love you more than words can say.”

 

[Mrtenant]

“Come along Dearest, there are preparations to make. We will want to be aboard the Jean Pierre for the ceremony.” My mind churns quickly through what will be needed. I turn to Antoine.

As usual, Antoine is close whilst I am on deck.

“Antoine, pass your supply list to McCord and have him take enough men to get it filled. Have Lawrence take the helm, you are with me.” I pause considering the next hours. “We have business in Alexandria and when we return, we will, I expect, meet with Mouton aboard the Jean Pierre. You will need to join us there as well- to serve as witness. Kezziah and I shall be wed before the sun sets.”

I see your eyes sparkle as I give Antoine the news. Your smile widens with pleasure as Antoine offers us both congratulations and well wishes.

“We will stay in port another three days. Give the men some shore leave and recruit additional men to replace those who have fallen. When next we weigh anchor, it will be for Barbados.”

“Aye, Captain,” he replies.

The Constantine draws nigh into port. Antoine seeks clarification on a few points, asks questions and makes suggestions to make sure he can fulfill my orders. He is a good man. Concluding with Antoine, you and I depart for our cabin to prepare for landfall in Alexandria.

You change into your purple gown and are armed, now with a degree of familiarity- stiletto, derringer, sabre, and one other pistol. I too, am fully armed, sabre, knives and pistols; dressed smartly in my coat, a billowing, dark blue, open neck shirt, brushed brown-black leather pants, shining knee high boots and my hat.

..

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The Constantine is given the signal from the port authorities for our mooring assignment very near the Jean Pierre. The Constantine is tied off with practiced expertise and we disembark first followed shortly by Antoine and Alafdahl with his raiders.

Finally ashore, we make our declarations to the port authorities and pay the tax and are free to go. Without having to do more than give you a look, you knew to keep quiet as I spoke with the Alexandria harbor men. The crewmen disembark – some off to enjoy shore leave, others quickly go about the business of resupplying the ship. I note the Tristan docked several berths away – I point her out to you.

Your eyes go wide as you clutch my arm fiercely. I hear your gasp as you see the old tub you had spent so many weeks on at sea in the clutches of the vile slaver Captain. Your eyes narrow in hatred in mere seconds as emotions play across your features.

“Come darling, we have business here. We will pay the slaver Captain a visit, anon,” I smile as I steer you away. Bless me, but I do love your passion!

We make our way to the customs office and are met there by Professor Nathaniel and Captain Mouton. Our meeting is joyous and animated. I briefly pull Mouton to the side, asking if he would be willing to perform a wedding ceremony for us aboard the Jean Pierre. With his quick assent, I announce our intention to be wed today and invite all of them as witnesses and friends.

All are delighted and full of congratulations. They shake my hands fervently and hug us both. It is a welcome cause for celebration, and something to look forward to. You are positively glowing- your smile and laughter are musical and infectious.

Making final plans, we leave the docks and I stride with you on my arm and Antoine by my side, towards the city hospital. We pass through the city on foot, through markets and the press of people and the fabulous architecture seen here and there of the ancient world.

Once there, we find the Russian girl rescued weeks ago from the clutches of Sheikh Hamad the Cruel.

Tatyana​

Your reunion with her is touching. I can hardly hold back tears myself as I watch you hug her, both of you in tears of recognition and joy at finding one another. You introduce her to me as your friend, Tatyana.

She bows and offers her service in recompense for her rescue. I am embarrassed and I do not know what to say, finally telling her,

“It were but a trifle and your friendship is all that I could wish for in recompense. Grant us that, and we shall be more than compensated.” I bow slightly and kiss her hand.

Tatyana blushes and pulls you aside and you have a whispered hurried conversation with her and you both giggle afterwards.

“Come, we have places to go and things to do. I trust you are well enough to travel, Tatyana?”

“Well enough, indeed Lord, lead on,” she answers simply, her words accented slightly as she smiles.

Turning smartly and offering my arms to both you and her we exit the hospital with smiles upon our faces and walk back towards the harbour. We stop in a market along the way at a stall for books. After quizzing the shopkeeper for a moment we go to a store deeper in the city and then from there to a museum.

 

[cascadiabound]

I am beyond relieved as you quickly turn to make plans for us to wed – and today! In the shadows of the ancient city of Alexandria. I feel positively giddy with excitement. I hear you directing Antoine, but I am not able to retain any of the particulars.

In our cabin, I dress, knowing the gown I choose, will be my wedding gown. Underneath, I wear silk panties, and a whale bone corset which I lace up as tightly as I am able and still be able to move and breath well.

The effect is dramatic, my décolletage shown off to best effect, my pale flesh soft and trembling slightly with every breath, visible with the low cut purple gown.

Sitting at the dressing mirror in your cabin, I remove the pearl studs for the first time since you pierced me. My lobes seem well healed and carefully, I work the hooks of the emerald drop earrings through my flesh. And then, as usual, I strap weapons to my thighs. I smile as I recollect your words, “beautiful and deadly.”

In no time, it seems, I am walking arm in arm with you, first to the port offices and then into the city of Alexandria. Much to my horror, the Tristan is also in port here.

The blood boils in my veins I recall being kidnapped onto that vessel and the weeks I was held as a plaything by the Slaver Captain. I do believe, I would have boarded her directly, my pistols drawn, to shoot the Captain between the eyes.

On the other hand, Nathaniel is at the customs office and I am once again delighted to see him. The ebullient American Captain Mouton rejoins us as well. Their happiness at the news of our nuptials makes me blush.

My heart overflows with joy. Captain Mouton happily assents to perform the wedding ceremony for us as well as provide hospitality for the celebration following on his ship.

We hurry on to the city hospital. It is so much larger than the infirmary on Barbados, it is rather overwhelming to me. Antoine seems to know just how to navigate the maze of corridors and soon we are in a large ward for young women, two dozen beds, lit by a few high clearstory windows. In the last bed sits the blonde Russian girl from Hamad’s camp – it is Tatyana!

I run to her upon spying her; her face lighting up in recognition. We embrace as if we were long lost friends even though we had exchanged but a few words when we were enslaved together. Undoubtedly, the hours in Hamad’s camp will seal us as friends forever.

I am so grateful she is well. For a moment I am afraid to hug her, and then, seeing she does not flinch away from me, press her tight to me. The pleasure in your eyes at our reunion is not lost on me.

“Darling, this is Tatyana, my friend, whom your men rescued from Sheikh Hamad,” Tatyana bows to you, her gratitude tumbling from her lips. Of course, you want nothing in return. And I will never forget how you kept your promise to me. Rescuing her, and seeing to her health.

Tatyana pulls me to the side, out of your hearing, “Oh Kezzie, thank God you came for me. And your Captain! He is so handsome – would that I might be so fortunate. Is it possible that I might leave with you? Never would I want to impose myself on you, but, I do not know how to ask this….”

“Oh! My dear Tatyana, this is why we came for you – we wish to take you away from Egypt. You are welcome on our ship if you wish. But,” I blush, “I do have a favour to ask of you,” I giggle nervously as she takes my hands in hers.

“Anything for you Kezzie, you need only say your wish.”

“I am to be married today. Please be a witness for me.”

“No wonder you look so beautiful!” she giggles conspiratorially, “I would be honoured.” She glances down at her faded but serviceable shift. Oh – but, this is so ugly. I have no pretty dress to wear!”

“Leave that to me – I am sure I have the perfect thing – you would not believe how many dresses I have!” I laugh happily.

Our eyes shining, you escort us out of the hospital back into the streets of Alexandria. We make our way to a bookseller who sends us on to a museum for what we seek.

 

[Mrtenant]

At the museum, I grease the palms of the curator with gold coins. He comes from behind his desk where he appeared to be cataloguing worn bits of pottery. He leads us to a dusty basement lined with ancient books, manuscripts and scrolls. I describe what I am looking for and several minutes later he leads me to an ancient Bible with inserted leaves of vellum.

Opening it, it is dusty and largely incomprehensible to me, written in a language I have never seen in print. Despite the difficulty, I find the passages I am looking for and there is a vellum insert with writing in a familiar script that I must have. I give you a look, and moments later you and Tatyana are distracting the curator.

You both give a slight giggle and lead the curator off among the stacks keeping him thoroughly engrossed in your charming words and décolletage. In short order, I procure my prize, slipping the vellum inside my coat, and stride towards the exit and then call for you. You and Tatyana giggle and say goodbye to the curator and quickly we leave the museum.

Hurriedly we stride away from the museum. I look over my shoulder periodically checking for pursuers. Antoine watches our back the entire way until finally, we reach the harbour. We arrive at the Jean Pierre at the appointed hour and I request permission to come aboard.

Permission is granted by a wide-eyed Captain Mouton, as he meets us at the top of the gang plank. He cannot take his eyes away from Tatyana even as he greets us, at first distractedly, then warmly, as his wits return and he recalls his role in the events to come.

We are joined by Sheikh Alafdahl, Antoine, McCord, Lawrence, Professor Nathaniel and many others.

Nearing the helm, I ask Captain Mouton’s permission to approach. He grants it with a smile. All others of the party arrive as well.

Captain Mouton calls for silence and proceeds to enact the ceremony for marriage at sea. Antoine plays a soft melody on his fiddle in accompaniment with the cries of the gulls overhead, crash of the surf beyond as it strikes the shore, and the creak and groan of the cordage and woodwork of the Jean Pierre.

“Do you Jameson Stone… ?” “Do you Kezziah Rose… ?”

..

We offer our vows and our consent. I place upon your finger, a plain gold ring engraved with a Gaelic cross, and kiss you long and slow in timeless abandon as we are sealed and joined together as husband and wife before God, and with witnesses, upon the great blue sea and under a perfect sky, in the company of fine friends.

Before our kiss ends, all cheer loudly in congratulations and laughter. We laugh together and hug one another in our delight and bliss. I lift you up and kiss you over and over.

The celebratory party afterwards on the Jean Pierre is wonderful and full of drinking, excellent food, and dancing.

Whilst many of each of our crew have shore leave, many stay close and the party spills out onto the pier. Some local women join in as well, so you and Tatyana are not the only women on board. We dance, smile, and laugh long into the night.

Come morning, we bid our thanks to our host and disembark. I give Antoine orders to attend to any of the crew that warrant need. We stroll idly to the Constantine arm in arm and laugh lightly and speak of the events of the night before.

In particular, we laugh over how Captain Mouton found himself drawn like a love-struck schoolboy to Tatyana. Their attraction, it turned out, was mutual. We laughed and played a game of guessing as to the outcome of such attraction. They had gone off together earlier to his cabin and had not been seen or heard from since.

 

[cascadiabound]

The museum is impressive. The curator, a funny little man, with dusty, slightly disheveled clothes, and an enormous ring of keys, guides us into the basement vault of manuscripts. He is sharp eyed and seems a bit protective of his collection.

You raise your eyebrow mischievously at me as you pull down a dusty tome from a high shelf.

Your look, a clear signal, I grab Tatyana by the hand, and I lean close into the curator, placing myself in his line of sight to you.

“Fine Sir,” I begin, batting my eyelashes at him, leaning forward slightly, giving him an eyeful of my bosom.

“I was wondering if you could tell me something about the textiles you have over here. The work seems excellent. Tatyana – what do you think? Is it not beautiful?”

She takes the arm of the curator and turns him towards the large wall hanging I have indicated. The curator becomes flustered with the attention of two lovely young women. He stammers as he tells us in rather obscure detail about the weaving.

And then… you are striding towards the door. I curtsy briefly to the curator,

“Thank you kindly for the lesson,” I smile prettily at him, “another time perhaps we can stay longer?”

Once we are out on the street again, you smack my bottom good- naturedly,

“Darling, I wanted you to distract him, not make him fall in love with you!” laughing out loud, “You are incorrigible, I am afraid.”

I blush and laugh, “But, darling, at least I am your incorrigible girl.”

We quickly return to the docks, and go straightaway to the Jean Pierre. With a word, I ask Antoine to fetch a particular gown from our cabin for Tatyana.

Captain Regge stands at the top of the gangplank of his ship to welcome us aboard. His eyes fall upon Tatyana and it seems he has vision for little else the rest of the day. Never have I witnessed such a case of love at first sight. It is quite adorable.

The ship is rather overly full - quite a gathering on the Jean Pierre. The crew from both ships and a number of guests including Nathaniel. The men scurry about preparing for the celebration to follow the vows. Regge’s ship is well appointed.

You speak quietly with Alafdahl and Captain Mouton. Antoine returns with the gown for Tatyana. I send her below to find a cabin where she can change, she re-appears looking even more beautiful than before.

An hour before sunset we gather on deck, our dearest friends closest at hand. Captain Mouton has us face each other, hand in hand. Your dark eyes are warm and full of love as you look down on me. My heart races and I feel my body tremble.

Regge calls for silence and then officiates, the words so familiar and yet… so strange to my ears….

“I do. Today, tomorrow and until the end of my days,” as you slide a gold band upon my ring finger.

“I do. My beloved is mine and I am his,” as I slide a wide gold band on your finger.

And then you kiss me, a kiss to end all kisses. You pull me into your arms, lifting me off my feet as you hold me tight to you as your wife for the first time. The sunlight shimmers across the water.

The assembly gives a great shout of congratulations. And then we are surrounded by our friends as they gather close around us. The rest of the evening is a blur. I never leave your side. We dance long into the evening. The ships' crewmen press both of us with heartfelt congratulations.

In the early morning hours, after a night of dizzying celebrating that neither of us will ever forget, you gather me up and carry me down the gangplank of the John Peirre. I lean against you, your arm tight around my waist, as we stroll together down the pier to the Constantine, you tease me about my state of fatigue, whispering that you will see just how tired I really am once you have me alone. I smile sleepily and nod at you, my eyes shining, full of you, my handsome, swashbuckling husband. My Captain. Mine forever.

At the gang plank to the Constantine we are met by Antoine and after a few words to him, once again you sweep me into your arms and carry me aboard and into your cabin, settling me onto your bed as you kiss me with a fervor and begin to tug at my gown.

 

[rbijon]

What a magnificent narrative!
I can certainly tell you have put a huge effort into this!

Thanks!

 

[Tallcajun]

I agree, rbijon. Very well done.

 

[Susurration]

I've enjoyed catching up immensely. That battle was truly epic, as were the soundtrack and sound effects! I especially enjoyed the way in which Hamad effectively removed himself from the equation . What a wonderful story this has been. Thank you for all the effort you've put into it. It seems as though there will be a more than deserved happy ever after ending too.

 

[Mrtenant]

What a magnificent narrative!
I can certainly tell you have put a huge effort into this!

Thanks!

You are welcome, From the both of us. And thank you for dialling in.

I agree, rbijon. Very well done.

TC! Good to see you. Thank you for staying the course.

I've enjoyed catching up immensely. That battle was truly epic, as were the soundtrack and sound effects! I especially enjoyed the way in which Hamad effectively removed himself from the equation . What a wonderful story this has been. Thank you for all the effort you've put into it. It seems as though there will be a more than deserved happy ever after ending too.

Always good to see you Suss. We enjoy your frequent commentary. Glad you're dialled in.


And for all other readers, we love you people too. Thank you for staying with us.

 

[Mrtenant]

We arrive at the Constantine and I lift you up and carry you aboard. Your head rests upon my chest as I cradle you and stride towards the Captain’s Quarters. Inside, the renovations are complete.

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The bed frame is masterfully crafted. The room is covered in carpets and there are several paintings and arras throughout. The shelves are somewhat overloaded with books and souvenirs of travel from exotic and far flung ports of the world.

Turning to you as I set you upon your feet, I hold you in my arms and kiss you long and slow, tasting your sweet lips, your breath, over and over. I fumble with your bodice and with a sigh of familiar exasperation, simply rip it off you.

Your dress falls and pools around your feet. Your under things soon follow until I have you naked, my hands full of your flesh as I plunder your lips over and over- leading down to your neck and shoulder.

Soon you are on the bed, staring at me as I stand between your spread legs. You prop yourself up on your elbows as I disrobe. We join and make love until exhaustion sets in.

Indeed, the last I remember before falling asleep myself was your shrieking cries of climax suddenly silenced as you were overwhelmed in pleasure. You had passed out. And I soon followed.

I awake hours later still enjoined with you. My arousal grows instantly with our predicament and soon awakens you as well with gentle thrusting. We make love for several more hours, stopping only for water.

In time, the calls of nature come upon us and will not be denied. We take care of our toilette and soon after, being famished, find food. As we eat, we speak of the plan to uncover the mysteries of the map and its key, obtained earlier at the museum. We make plans for visiting Barbados and your family and many other things besides.

 

[yukonnights]

Last night I finally caught up to the ongoing narrative...a wonderful escape into the land of adventure and love...I have enjoyed "reading both of the minds" that shared this tale with us, and wonder; Are we not really the one who is in our mind, rather than the one who is constrained by the material world? Or to say it another way; If I could be anything and anyone...

 

[Susurration]

I had to laugh at the captain being forced to rip the bodice again . Such a great story .

 

[yukonnights]

I had to laugh at the captain being forced to rip the bodice again . Such a great story .

Even though I know the word 'bodice', I had to ask myself if I really knew what one was. So like the clever lad that I am, I looked it up on Wikipedia. After reading more about the details of this particular device, I have to lend my sympathies to the good Captain. Under circumstances of stress and where an urgency for a decisive action is imperative, it is those few who instinctively act in the correct way who earn the rank of leadership...and that's why he's the Captain!

From Wiki:
In historical usage, particularly in Victorian and early 20th century fashion, a bodice indicates the upper part of a dress that was constructed in two parts (i.e., with separate skirt and bodice), but of matching or coordinating fabric with the intention of wearing the two parts as a unit... During wear, the parts might be connected by hooks and eyes... This construction was standard for fashionable garments from the 18th century until the late 19th century, and had the advantages of allowing a voluminous skirt to be paired with a close-fitting bodice....worn in Europe from the 16th century to the 18th century, either over a corset or in lieu of one. To achieve a fashionable shape and support the bust, the bodice was frequently stiffened with bents (a type of reed), or whalebone. The bodice was different from the corset of the time because it was intended to be worn over the other garments. In earlier periods, bodices and corsets were laced in spiral fashion, with one continuous lace

 

[Mrtenant]

Even though I know the word 'bodice', I had to ask myself if I really knew what one was. So like the clever lad that I am, I looked it up on Wikipedia. After reading more about the details of this particular device, I have to lend my sympathies to the good Captain. Under circumstances of stress and where an urgency for a decisive action is imperative, it is those few who instinctively act in the correct way who earn the rank of leadership...and that's why he's the Captain!

From Wiki:
In historical usage, particularly in Victorian and early 20th century fashion, a bodice indicates the upper part of a dress that was constructed in two parts (i.e., with separate skirt and bodice), but of matching or coordinating fabric with the intention of wearing the two parts as a unit... During wear, the parts might be connected by hooks and eyes... This construction was standard for fashionable garments from the 18th century until the late 19th century, and had the advantages of allowing a voluminous skirt to be paired with a close-fitting bodice....worn in Europe from the 16th century to the 18th century, either over a corset or in lieu of one. To achieve a fashionable shape and support the bust, the bodice was frequently stiffened with bents (a type of reed), or whalebone. The bodice was different from the corset of the time because it was intended to be worn over the other garments. In earlier periods, bodices and corsets were laced in spiral fashion, with one continuous lace

And.....leaves the young woman breathless with desire, her heart racing in anticipation, igniting both their carnal feelings, methinks. That alone is worth the deed. The mechanics, meh, yea that figures in there somewhere.

I had to laugh at the captain being forced to rip the bodice again . Such a great story .

He does know his business eh? Lol

Last night I finally caught up to the ongoing narrative...a wonderful escape into the land of adventure and love...I have enjoyed "reading both of the minds" that shared this tale with us, and wonder; Are we not really the one who is in our mind, rather than the one who is constrained by the material world? Or to say it another way; If I could be anything and anyone...

Don't we all project ourselves into a story read or written at least to some extent?

All part of the fun and experience. For my part, I can't imagine a better coauthor. It has been epic really.

As we stated in the OP, it began as a bit of goofy fun, and in that same spirit, turned into this novella, and in turn shared with everyone.

We are glad you've enjoyed it.

 

[AbsintheFather]

You crazy kids . . . .

What an amazing project. Your consistency over the last four months (much better than mine even reading it) is amazing. I thought this might last a couple weeks, you two are marathoners.

Congratulations - I've never seen anything quite like this. All the photos and sounds, the video, the story line and perfect writing, of course. Standing Lit ovation.

 

[Mrtenant]

You crazy kids . . . .

What an amazing project. Your consistency over the last four months (much better than mine even reading it) is amazing. I thought this might last a couple weeks, you two are marathoners.

Congratulations - I've never seen anything quite like this. All the photos and sounds, the video, the story line and perfect writing, of course. Standing Lit ovation.

Thank you kind sir, from the both of us. Truly, thank you for staying dialled in.

 

[cascadiabound]

Returning with you, as man and wife to the Constantine, means more to me than I can say. It has been the most wonderful of days. I am so tired, you must carry me like a child back to your cabin, nay, our cabin. But, somehow once we are alone and you begin to kiss me, the fatigue falls away and my energy returns anew.

Your passion and ardour for me makes me feel desperate for you, and so when you rip the bodice of my gown in exasperation with the laces, I can hardly be angry with you… as I am just as eager to be rid these garments that impede our joining.

I cannot imagine ever tiring of being with you thusly. The feel of your hands on my skin as you peel my garments from my body, the way you caress and then grope my flesh pulling me closer to you. This night, our wedding night, you are particularly anxious to have me naked before you and my gown and lacy underthings are strewn on the floor in short order. And then, your eyes ravishing my flesh, you kneel between my legs as you pull your own clothes off.

You fall upon me, kissing my throat and neck, your hands in my hair, my legs wrapping around you. Our love making is passionate and we consume each other again and again.

Awakening with you in the early dawn, my body responds to yours involuntarily, thrusting and grasping. The feel of your need for me, before all else, fuels my passion for you. Gasping and crying out in your arms as you give me exquisite joy and pleasure.

Would that every morn might begin this way. I feel born anew this day, on your ship, in your cabin, your woman, and now, your wife. From this day forward. ‘Til the end of our days. My heart sings with joy.

Before ‘ere long, Captain Regge and Tatyana join us for midday repast. The four of us make quite a sight. The chatter and laughter between us never ceases. Time flies as we enjoy each others company, and soon the sun is setting and we accompany them back to the John Pierre.

 

[yukonnights]

I often wonder; Why pain? Why must there be pain in the world? But as the Captain and his new bride have shown, pain is just the darkness before the dawn...and one wonders; if there was no pain, would we appreciate joy?

Ah, the gift of the written word, to think that a simple story on a "porn site" might inspire such thoughts of love and hate, pain and fear, hope and joy...

 

[Mrtenant]

I often wonder; Why pain? Why must there be pain in the world? But as the Captain and his new bride have shown, pain is just the darkness before the dawn...and one wonders; if there was no pain, would we appreciate joy?

Ah, the gift of the written word, to think that a simple story on a "porn site" might inspire such thoughts of love and hate, pain and fear, hope and joy...

Worthy ponderings my friend. I have often thought much the same. Ask me about it sometime? Thank you from us both for your readership. That's why it's here.

 

[cascadiabound]

You crazy kids . . . .

What an amazing project. Your consistency over the last four months (much better than mine even reading it) is amazing. I thought this might last a couple weeks, you two are marathoners.

Congratulations - I've never seen anything quite like this. All the photos and sounds, the video, the story line and perfect writing, of course. Standing Lit ovation.

*Blushing*

Thank you so much AF. Your compliments mean so much to me. To us.
And yes...It is hard to deny that indeed we are "crazy kids"

More than once (more like at least once a week since MrT and I began this project)
I have shaken my head in disbelief at the magnitude of the whole undertaking.

*Taking Mr T's hand on the Lit stage and taking a deep bow*

thank you~thank you~thank you​

We are so honored by the avid readership of so many.
Cascadia

 

[Mrtenant]

The next day we are visited by Captain Mouton and Tatyana. We spend the day laughing and speaking of events past, present, and future. Captain Mouton has been convinced by Tatyana to sail to her native Russia.

If I have learned anything about Regge, that plan may soon change and we may well see them again around the Caribbean. He also suggests we try the Americas and visit his home port of New Orleans.

As the afternoon turns into evening and the hour gets late, we escort Captain Mouton and Tatyana off the ship, speaking animatedly, all. We four have become great friends in a short span of time.

It is just then, that a small group of men approach us whilst carrying a lantern to light their way. As they come more fully into the light, I hear your gasping intake of breath. Your face reddens in rage and recognition.

“YOU!!! YOU BASTARD!!!" you can barely spit it out in your fury.

The man chuckles disparagingly and so do his men. They seem somewhat drunk.

Drawing my sabre, I snarl at him. “You have come to the wrong place if you are looking for a fight!”

You finally spit out, “TIS MARTEZ!!! THE SLAVER CAPTAIN!!!”

You scramble, trying to draw your pistol as Regge draws the two of his. The Spaniards draw their weapons as we engage. QUICK SWORD FIGHT(<<<click this link)PISTOL SHOT!(<<<click this link)

In the space of seconds, four of them lay bleeding to death on the pier and their Captain falls senseless from the crashing of my heavy fist against his jaw. The lantern crashes to the ground and goes out.

You are a veritable hell cat as you try to reach him in your fury. I cannot imagine you ever being so angry for any reason as you are now! You are in fact, completely out of control in your fury.

“REGGE!" I yell,” TRUSS HIM UP, MAN, I WILL HANDLE HER!!!” and finish while grasping you and holding your kicking and screaming form!

I take you back aboard the Constantine despite all your thrashing, kicking and screaming. Your fury is like nothing I have ever seen! Indeed, as the only measure I can fathom that will keep you from harming yourself, I strap you down to the bed.

Looking on afterwards, I want to smile in appreciation of your predicament, instead I say to you,

“Darling, I know of your desire for revenge, it seethes through every fiber of your being. I would not have you sullied so. I will take care of this matter of vengeance and justice, for he owes me as well.”

I leave our quarters and speak with Antoine to call in the crew for an early departure, on the morrow.

Next, Regge and I attend to Martez. He screams as we strip him and shave his head. He shrieks as we castrate him. It is a grim and terrible business. The rumor of the deeds we do tonight will give anyone pause should they seek to harm you. Some of Regge’s crew take him ashore and sell him in the slave markets. His fate, is what he has earned, I reflect with distaste.

This business with Martez and it's conclusion took most of the night. As the final man boards the ship, dawn breaks through the darkness of night and the stirrings of the dawn breeze are felt. I breathe in the fresh salt air and turn to Antoine.

I call out, “Take her out, Antoine- next stop Morocco then Barbados.”

“Aye aye, Captain!” he calls back with enthusiasm.

Orders are relayed up and down the ship as the Constantine lifts anchor. Sails unfurl with a boom, catching the dawn breeze, as she heads out of the harbour and out to the Mediterranean.

The calls of the crew, back and forth, as they scramble into the rigging, securing their ropes and taking on their assigned stations, is a work of coordination and artistry.

One man starts a shanty, and soon most of the crew sing in coordination as the Constantine heads out into open waters. The ship is both workplace and their home and most are happy to be at sea once again. SEA SHANTY(<<<click this link)

“Antoine, you have command. Send McCord for me if there is trouble, I have matters to attend to in my quarters.” I am barely able to hide my smirk at the thought of you awaiting me.

“Aye Aye, Captain!” he replies with enthusiasm. He turns and confers with Lawrence as I depart the helm.

I stride to my cabin and bang open the door. You are tied to the bed just as I left you. The sudden noise of the door causes you to make a small cry in surprise. Closing it behind me, I contemplate your predicament. You do seem much calmer now. The ship's bell rings as we leave the harbour. SHIPS BELL<<<(click this link)

 

[yukonnights]

Such a worthy punishment ! I fear I would have been more like Kezziah in my rage, and thus let the evil man escape too easily through death. Bravo, good Captain !