Black Hawk's Treasure

Rodger Flint

He winked, "I have a better idea..." He released his grip and moved towards the crow's nest, becoking her to follow. There was some young powder monkey in the nest.

"Move it, kid. your shift's over..."

The kid, who's eyes were wide from the free show, scampered out of the nest. Rodger grinned at the bulge in the kid's pants and beckoned to Krysta.

"Care to join me?"
 
Krysta ~

The few moments his warmth was away, slight shiver ran down my spine. He moved quickly up towards the nest where the kid was watching us. Glared at him as he crawled down, indicating if the kid speaks a word about what he saw, he'd be joining Ash when I get my hands on her.

Through those few moments, allowed some focus time. Specially when seeing the kid. Looked over towards Thomas and Ash standing there, shook my head. The best I could was run up to Thomas, tie him down and rape him with the lust I feeling right now. Refrained from doing that, for obvious reasons... he had to figure what to do, both captains lost their ships.

This stray, well after all I was supose to keep an eye on him. So well... Whats a girl to do?!?!

"Where else am I going to go?"

Smiled up at him while crawling into the nest.
 
Rodger Flint

Rodger welcomed Krysta into his arms and kisses her instantly. Slowly sinks to the floor of the nest and rolls his hands over her body like warm water. Letting things go slowly from this point, he simply kissed her and stroked his goatee against her soft skin.
 
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Leia

"You'll always turn a man's head, lass, I could ignore a hard squall or even a Man-O-War, just as long as I had a treasure like this to enjoy.”

Leia moaned softly as Melvin paid erotic attention to her breast.
Despite the circumstances, she felt his touch igniting her body.

"I do miss all those knives, though,"

Leia laughed as he teased her and gasped as his hand grasped her ass as he continued to suckle at her breasts.
Ohh God … he was good … sooo good.
She couldn’t imagine why she hadn’t discovered him before.
Usually Leia “played away” from ship … and usually when it was “useful” to them.

”Ummm… yesss….”

She murmured encouraging him revelling in the hungry sucking that was beginning to drive her mad. She chuckled. Here she was injured and yet … he made her feel soo horny. She wound her fingers through his hair and secured him to her breast: The demanding touch urging Melvin to throw aside caution and exact his own demands on her sensitive flesh. The sensations made her head spin in a much pleasanter way than the injury she had received and pulled Melvin’s head free of the not taut and proud nipple in order to guide him to her other needy breast.

”Ummm… yess … like that .. ohh … Melvin!”

The exclamation was torn from her as Melvin obligingly consumed the tender flesh she offered him, until her fingers were lacing through his hair and her body was quivering beneath him.

"I don't want to hurt ye, lass, the doctor said to keep you still.”

Melvin’s voice was soft as he raised his head, his eyes meeting with Leia, an expression of concern and mischief dancing in his eyes.

”’Tis a good way to keep ye awake… though if I give ye yer release ye'll want to fall asleep. How does a man solve tht dilemna?"

Leia chuckled and stroked his head affectionately.

”Mebbe the doctor isn’t as foolish as she seems … if ever a man could keep me awake it would be you, Melvin… “

Leia let her gaze run over him tenderly. Sure he aroused her to unbelievable heights of lust … but she had to admit that she was more than relieved that Melvin had not been killed or badly injured in the attack.

”It’s a shame I’m not allowed to move though …”

She commented softly in a mock wistful voice.

”And not permitting me my release … that would be soo … cruel …. “

Her eyes sparkled at the idea of such delicious torture.
She wished she could suck him off, but knew that the pistoning of his cock in her mouth would aggravate her head injury.
Instead she reached down and toyed with his cock, using her one hand as expertly as she could, feeling how hard he was already.

”Ummm …. Melvin … “

Her hand went to the covers as she drew them back and spread her legs in wanton invitation …

”Finger me …. Lick me …. Drive me crazy … “

She begged seeing him smile and begin to ease carefully down her body ready to oblige.

”Babe … bring me to the edge … then I’ll service you … I know how I want to pleasure you … but don't you let me cum ... you’ll owe me next time … “

She moaned as she felt the touch of his fingers between her legs.
She sooo wanted to do this for him … with him …

”Torture me Melvin …. Keep me awake … “

She breathed huskily …
 
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Krysta ~

The fear deep within was arousing me all more, arousment that I never knew I would encounter. One, is of the fear that rose, and the other was having a stranger over power me. Being emotionally torn didn't help, wasn't as strong as I normally would be. This, this would kill me if Thomas either caught us, or found out.

Unfortunatly my body was betraying me more and more. Each touch he placed made me melt all the more, each time his hot breath ran across my neck and ears would cause me to moan deeply. Clawing down his slender back a bit harder with each stroke down from his shoulders. Writhing beneath his warm body, moving where-ever his hands roamed. Thomas burned in my thoughts, causing me to whisper softly;

"I'm sorry m'love..."

inbetween the moans and purrs.
 
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Rodger Flint

He smiled at the feel of her fingernails. "Ye'll tear my shirt up if ye do that much more, missy." he said, his dialect becoming mor thick as the passion built inside him. He slowly removed his shirt and revealed his torso, well toned by many hours swiming deeply beneath the sea.

Rodger lowered his hungering mouth yet again and carressed Krysta's breasts through her own shirt. His hands lifted her shirt up partway and stroked the soft flesh of her belly. He knew that she was confused, but she had not yet said "stop" and until she did, he wouldn't.

As her embace closed around him he saw her face tighten in concern as she felt the harsh scars of the lash on his back.

He smiled, "I don't much like the limeys." That was the only answer he gave and then he returned to his worship of her body.
 
'Salty Dan' Moore

He lay back down, laying his good arm over his eyes to block out the light, and grunted his disgust. Yes, a cook, a doctor, and the gunner jumped ship to help the captain, instead of a good amount of able, and armed, men. He supposed Thomas thought he shot himself, too, to divert attention. Or maybe he thought his men were swimming around, shooting at people trying to flee the ship.

The idiot probably hadn't noticed the dead men being thrown overboard. Their blood had probably had turned the water red. Had he even talked to his own crew, yet, about what'd they'd seen during the battle?

He wanted to pick Thomas up by his neck and wring the life outta the bastard before his men finished what Vallen's had started. He wished he was back in town, getting drunk as hell, and taking up bets on his aim again. Nothing was more pleasing than getting a pocketful of money because someone thought he was too drunk to shoot straight.

He groaned in pain. He felt like hell.
 
Mia

"I'm thinking someone is going to have to knock some sense into that man, or better yet grab his neck and yank hard enough to get his head out of his ass..." I glared at their retreating backs. The guard and their insane captain.

"I don't think he wishes to believe us.. I think he wants nothing more than to hurt our Captain every chance he can git!" Wiping off my dagger, I put it back in it's sheath and knelt down to check Danny's wounds.

"You'll be fine Danny.. First port we get to, we get off of this floatin' log and get shit faced.. Then we get our ship back..." I was in half a mind to go out there myself and knock some sense into that captain..

"How did he get cap'n anyway? his daddy give it over? he sure has no brains in his head." I realized my temper was flaring up and poor daniel was on the recieving end of my hand digging into h is wrist. "Sorry love..." Flinching a little, I sat on my duff right there, I wasn't movin' no where til I felt like it..
 
'Salty Dan' Moore

He lifted his arma a little to look at her, and then let it fall back over his eyes. He gave a sigh, and settled himself dwon, trying to ignore the pain. "Hmm, gettin' drunk sounds good. Although, judgin' by how our own Capt'n got rank, I don' think we're tha ones ta be passin' judgement, do you?"

He gave a little groan, and let his arm fall away as he glanced around the room. " 'Sides, I think his head's too far up ta be pulled ou', now. Hey, Mia, you think there's anywhere aroun' 'ere wit' a bed comfortable enough to lay on? And maybe some privacy?"

He grinned at her.
 
Mia

Smiling, I poked him in the side but none too hard. "You old dawg! And yes.. there are rooms below deck, so's I was told.. And beds and privacy.." Standing up, I helped him to rise from the floor and grinned, "Just what the doc ordered, rest and quiet.. I just lock ya up nice and tight down there and no worries about you not sleepin'.." I grinned as he groaned in protest.

"Come on grump... let's get you somewhere soft and perhaps warm."
 
Melvin Morecock

Umm...Melvin.....finger me...lick me...drive me crazy

Never in his life had Melvin Morecock ever ignored a plea like that and he was not likely to do so now. Once Leia had moved her blanket aside and spread her legs, his course was set. It would take at least three Men-O-War to to get a man like melvin to drop anchor now and Leia's eager hand against his britches was evidence enough that the lass was feeling much better.

Melvin licked his lips and smiled as his hand slid up the inside of her thigh. He lowered his head to kiss her abdomen and her belly quivered as he kissed his way across it to the patch of flame that adorned her pussy. Her red mane lay spread across her pillow as she lay her head back down and moaned. Melvin kissed his way softly and slowly across the red vee as his fingers brushed the lips of her nether lips. A series of staccato pants caused her breasts to jiggle and a hum of appreciation escaped Melvin's lips as he gazed up her body.

His fingers slid into her and his tongue sought out her swollen love bud and Leia responded with a quivering moan and cupped her breast in her good hand, squeezing it and causing her already swollen nipple to protrude even more. Melvin spread his fingers to fill her more and slowly rotated his wrist, brushing her wet inner walls. His lips pushed back the hood of her clit and he began drawing circles with his tongue on her swollen bud.

"Oh, god yes," Leia screamed, sending Pete fluttering around the room as she hunched her hips forward against his face.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm," Melvin Hummed, holding her clit in his lips and stroking in and out of her pussy and sending vibrations through her clit.

Leia's hips began to jerk and her thihgs quivered. Melvin raised himself up and pulled his fingers out of her, breaking contact. A low moan of desperation escaped her lips as Melvin looked into her eyes. "Now, now, lass," he said, licking her dew off his moustache, "Don't you be cumming on me. the doctor be flogging me, if you do."

"Damn you, Melvin," Leia growled, "I'll flog you if I don't." She pushed his head down to her middle again and Melvin surrendered, using his lips and tongue to exploreher wet slit. He reached up to cup a breast in his hand and roll its nipple in his fingers as he sucked gently on her clit


Time and time again, Leia neared her climax before pulling away and letting her relax. Leia moaned and pleaded but Melvin continued his torture until Leia reached down and pulled his own knife out of his belt. Pointing it at his groin, she ran the dull edge up the length of his cock.

"Awwwwwwk, not me leg," Pete hollered from his nearby perch and Leia growled low. "Now get back to work, Melvin, and don't let me see your face till the job's done." Stabbing the knife into the wood of the bed, Leia winked at Melvin, placed hr fingers in his hair and guided him downwards.
 
Krysta ~

In any other situation my blade would have left its mark to remind that person to never call me missy. This time I'll let it slide. Letting my nails roam over his bare torso, for as slender as he looked with his shirt on, he did have a very remarkable build. Nails ran over the deep scars that were embeded into his back, indicating he has been through a great deal.

His hand burned against my chilled skin when he lifted the damp shirt. Felt wonderful to get the wet material away from the skin, just needed to rid the rest of the damp clothes.

Rodger's warmth was overly comforting, didn't want to stop. If I was to stop this now, the coldness would start all over again. Not to mention the aching, lustful need we both would be left with. Still, after a few attempts of trying to speak and having the words come out into nothing but moans for more,

"I can't do this..... I- I- I'm not just any wench that you can use any time you wish....."

Placed a hand on his to stop it from roaming any further. Damn I wanted to keep going, and he knew. Though, my words tried to sound serious, the tone in them only got washed away with the lust that was burning inside.
 
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Rodger Flint

Rodger stroked Krysta's knuckle. "I do not intend to use you." He smiled, his eyes glittering in the almost-gone sunlight. "I know you would not believe me, but I will do only what you will allow me to."

He sat back on his haunces and reached for his shirt.

"Men who use women simply for their own pleasure disgust me." He smirked, "Just ask the Rear Admiral who gave me these..." He gestured toward his back.

He held her hand sofltly, gently and smiled at her. "I admit that I am a tempter...but that does not make me a rapist. If you truly wish to stop, then i shall stay up here and take my watch in the nest legitimately."

He rested against the wall of the nest and awaited her reply, hoping, wishing that she would urge him on.
 
With a bit of a laugh, Thomas shut the door behind the last of Ashley's crew.
"I can see they are all thankful I just saved their lives."
Thomas let heer have the rest of the rum, turning the ancient desk over so that it sat straight now, and when he sat behind it, he gave off the perfect impression of a man who wasn't supposed to be there.
He wasn't. He didn't even want to be here. He wanted to be on his own ship, happy and content with his half of the map.
"Please tell me we have some business to discuss, because if you let me judge you on the information I have now... you will walk the plank. I have no problem letting your crew join mine, temporarily. My men will keep a close enough eye on them, but you have the power to mutiny. If you wanted, you could take this ship from me and what little men I had left."
The way Thomas looked at her, he was dead serious about it happening too. Before, when she talked of peace, and when she asked to talk with him in private, he never would have looked at her like that... like she was capable of anything, but now he did. He eyed her like the way a man would eye a dog that just bit him.
"You left Vallen on your ship alone, and he took it. What makes you think I'll do the same? You can't be trusted. After all these years, you come back in my life, and I thought I could trust you. What happened? What in the hell happened to turn you into this?"
 
Krysta ~

Was amazed that he stopped, layed there for a moment listening to his words. The sparkle in his hazel eyes seemed to see right through me. As I thought, the coldness pierced right though the dampness of my clothes.

"I... To be honest I don't know how I feel... First ever time I feel helpless....Just not used to feeling like this... Course I don't want to stop... Just don't know what will happen if he catches us. He'll have your head that's for sure... As for me...."

Still laying there, now looking at the stars that were faintly starting to appear. Nother shiver ran through me, this wasn't going to help. His hand was still hold mine, fingers entwined.

"Sorry if I sounded harsh just now.... "

Fell silent for a moment, not really knowing what else say. Sharing how I feel wasn't something I like doing.

"I do know I love the feel of your warmth embracing me."

Looking over smiled at him, was hopeing he would come lay beside me again. Wasn't sure if I would allow this to continue or not, but just being held right now was something I knew I needed.
 
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Ashley

She thought about not answering a damned thing he said, after all he was the one to betray her long ago. Why should she give a rat's behind what he thought?

But she did, not because of him but because of the alligations he made about her and her crew. It didn't stop her temper from sparking however, she moved quickly and planted her hands on his newly aquired desk. Leaning far over she glared right back at him, "I did not leave Vallen on my ship to mutiny! He was locked within the hold! And I did not ask for references to know who signed up this morning on my crew." She was fuming mad at his implied words.

"What happened to me? What happened to you?!" She backed off a step, still glaring defiantly.

"I had no intentions of blowing your ship out of the water, My intentions were fair, unlike yours.. And without a word you attack me.. Hitting women a new hobby of yours?" Her side still smarted and he deserved every jab she gave him.

"You need to think before accusing... I had the upper hand and could have blown you to bits long before ever setting foot on your ship.. Something you have yet to acknowledge. You should be thinking about it instead of cursing me... As for who did this to me.. You did." She shut up there, not caring speak anymore. Her temper was boiling over and she was shaking.. She did not want to be here, nor alone with this man.
 
"I have yet to acknowledge? I have yet to acknowledge?" Thomas kicked the chair out from under him, as it sailed against the back wall and knowcked several things off the floor. A few men outside heard, and knew from what was going on, better to not interfere.
"Oh, I'm sorry Ashley. I just want to stop and acknowledge the half of an hour your ship didn't blow up mine, even though you had the upper hand. Then, I'd like to note that a half hour AFTER you had the upper hand, your ship blew me out of the fucking water."
His nostrils flared, he spoke now with a vanguish that wernt far beyond just hating her. He spoke like the man who had hit het in the early hours of the morning aboard this very ship.
"I can't believe you. I can't believe you would stand here, and blame everyone else for what happened. Vallen's fault he took your ship, it was the crew's fault for having a mutinous plan. It was my fault that I stopped you from doing any more harm when I detained you. Yes, I got a little out of hand, you had fucking pissed me off beyond all reasoning. Damnit, Ashley, you know how I hate it when you goad me like that."
Thomas leaned hard against one of the walls. It creaked, threatening to give way, but held him up, as he slowly crumbled to the floor.
"I believe it was Vallen and his crew, and I believe he had a plan to get people on your ship, posing as crew members, but I would never in a million years believe that you could just wash your hands of the whole situation. You hired those men, they are your crew, you are responsible for them. You chose not to kill Vallen when you had the chance, to just lock him up and forget about him. I bet he made you a deal, huh? You tortured him a little bit, and he made a deal? God..."
Thomas looked at her, through his humped place on the floor, "What do you want me to do?"
 
Ashley

She stiffened upright and for once was at a loss for words. She was captain of her ship and yes, it was her responsibility. She hated it when he was right, she hated it she couldn't prove a single thing he said wrong.

He took the winds right out of her sails and it only pissed her off more.

God damn him for being right!

She glared still but her teeth were clenched too tightly to speak a single word for the longest time.

..It was my fault that I stopped you from doing any more harm when I detained you... His words, but their meaning? When had he detained her? What had she been doing wrong? This confused her, she had to think back all she had said and done to find, maybe, what he meant by that?

She stewed silently, barely flinching when he kicked the chair, the look in his eyes though made her back away from him. He had that look before, and she wasn't going to let him hit her again.. Never again.

"You are absolutely right. You win." Her face hurt from clenching her teeth so tightly.
"I did not kill him, I let him lead me here for a map that has yet to show up.. It is my fault all those faithful to me are floating dead back there.." She wouldn't let that truth weaken her, couldn't let it.. but it was. She however could easily control herself, she wouldn't break down neither.. Push came to shove, she did what she thought was right!

"It is your fault however that I was unable to disable my own ship.." She still had some ammunition against him, however pathetic it was.. and she wouldn't admit that to him!.. she still had something.

Her shoulders squared, standing tall and still.. She made choices she felt, as captain, were right.... it was not his place to judge her... God she wanted to hurt him as he was doing so easily!

She was certain that if she had been on board, none of this would have happened.. And she is also sure if she had followed through with her original plan and killed Vallen.. she and he would not be here right now.

"You can't correct the past and you can not see the future neither.." One of the few things her father said as he lay dying. But he was speaking of treasure, not life and death.. Still it seemed to fit here.

That just steamed her worse the more she thought about it. He was trying his hardest to prove her incompetent, and she wasn't going to let him do that, not matter what it cost her! He blamed her for his ship being lost, so be it... Anyone out there could have done it though, maybe because it had been her ship to do it, that it riled him more than if the British had sunk him?

What did she want him to do? Why was he asking her anyway? She wanted nothing from him, she just wanted to go home and see about requiring her ship. Treasure be damned, she didn't care anymore. She would work trade instead, something safe..

"There is nothing I want you to do.. I just want to reach Pirate Island and try to get my life in order from there. You do what you must Thomas, as you always have." She stayed where she was, not daring to leave just yet and rile him further. "You find that treasure, you can easily replace your ship... I can't easily replace loyal men nor the family I've lost."

Her ship was lost for now, Preach was in charge if... She didn't want to think about death or worse, but it was a fact. She was out numbered here, if Thomas decided to hang her there was nothing anyone could do about it. Stubborn enough, she wasn't going to apologize for her choices to him. She should, but she couldn't bring herself to do so.
 
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Rodger Flint

"Then feel it you shall."

Rodger moved over next to her, his shirt still off. There was a blanket that the lookout would wrap up in when it became too cold. Rodger wrapped it around the two of them and held Krysta tight as the looked up at the stars that were beginning to dot the velvet sky.

"God..." he said, "I haven't held a woman like this since..." He laughed a little.

"I lead a lonely life, Krysta. The only people I meet are either clients, traders, or enemies...and in my line of work, I've gathered quite a collection of those."

He sighed, "Sometimes I envy you ship-bound types. You are always in the company of friends. When one of you is down, someone can come along with a violin, or a concertina and play you a merry song. I have only my own company to keep."

The warmth of this beautiful woman in his arms was making him somewhat light-headed. She had not lowered her shirt and so Rodger's hands found themselvs carressing Krysta's belly.

"All that time alone has made it hard for me to trust anyone but myself...but...I feel like I can trust you. I know it sounds kind of ridiculous for me to say so, having only known you a short time. But, well, any woman who can stay true to her man in a situation like that...well...you're of a rare breed."

His eyes sparkled with joviality in the darkness, "Don't think though that if we were to continue I'd respect ye any less. You've already proven that you're a fine woman. Nothing can change that."

He soflty kissed the side of her neck and went back to staring at the stars.
 
"My fault?" He was lying there, at the end of his own rope, and all he could do was begin to laugh.
"Disable your ship?" A snicker, small and innocent grew louder and louder. He chuckled, and then laughed, which turned into braying, and finally all out whooping. He laughed until tears streamed down his face.
Did she think one single cannon that far away could have done anything? Even if it were projected just right, does she think it might have just magically disabled the ship?
He was about to argue with her, but then gave it up. If she wanted to believe she was about to save the day with a single cannon shot from nearly a mile away, he would let her have that small victory in her mind. No need to tell her it wouldn't have done a thing, even if it had fired properly, or that it would have only gathere attention to the many survivors climbing aboard the Warhammer, causing Vallen and his men to just come in for an easy target.
He'd let her have that small little battle won in her mind.
"I'm sorry I hit you. I was angry, I just watched a lot of my men die, and I thought you were the likely one responsible. It did feel good to hit you though. After all those years."
His smile faded as he looked at her.
"The map? There was nothing here? And I thought you had both now. Vallen probably holds the second half. He took your ship to get the first half, but he didn't plan on you coming over to my ship in the middle of the night. So, we have something above him... he doesn't know where the first island is."
Thomas had a worried look cross his face, as he glanced at Ashley, "Unless other people know where that island is? No one else knows, right? You didn't go there, and try to find it yourself, did you? That mutinous crew you hired? They don't know, do they?"
If Thomas got the first part of the map from Ashley, maybe he could salvage something out of this after all. All the gold, all the compensation for his dreams drowning in the water not a whole day ago. He could have it all again, with his crew living like they should. After all of this, they deserved it.
 
Ashley

"I'm sorry I hit you. I was angry, I just watched a lot of my men die, and I thought you were the likely one responsible. It did feel good to hit you though. After all those years."

There was no avoiding it now, she saw red as she gaped at him in disbelief.

"What? WHAT? After all these years?! Are you fuckin' mad!?" She gripped the desk with her hands, mad beyond words, so mad her voice came out dead calm and low... She shook with suppressed anger, and raw pain that had only festered over the years..

"You, who promised such sweet things and such lovely dreams.. Who professed to love me, care for me until I LET YOU into my bed.... and was laughed at the very next day!!" She gripped the desk tighter, her knuckles turning white as she sneered at him. "Oh! I bet you laughed, I bet you laughed and bragged all over the island! POOR STUPID ASHLEY! Falling for words of love when you were engaged to be married to some BRITISH SLUT! coming in to port in a few weeks.." Her temper sparked and her body felt strange as she gripped the desk and shoved it up into the air. It hit on it's side, groaning in protest as she took a menacing step towards him..
"And you dare claim rights to feeling justified?! FUCK YOU!" She whirled around and yanked open the door.

"PREACH!?" She knew he had a gun, two of them to be precise... She was going to kill that bastard! She stood in the doorway, looking around the deck.. her first mate had a weapon.. And it's exactly what Thomas deserved!

She whirled back around in the door way, her hands fisted as she fought back tears of anger, shame and pain.. "I am the only one who knows where that island is! You hear me!? ME! And no one else!" She jabbed her own finger into her chest, still bent on hurting him one way or another. She could barely see through the tears of anger, nor did she care who saw. He had broke her down, what she swore he would never do!
 
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