Bold Venture!

[ariosto]

" Unhh...yeah, yeah, I remember you fine."

A fog had set in and Slate was having a hard time making out the figures in the launch.
The dame was tall and curvy he could see that. Dressed like a man.
The other figure...stood up quick and the little boat began to capsize!

"Shit!"
There was a flurry of frantic activity as the launch went over.

Sailor appeared in the doorway, wrapped in a towel.
"What's up Shannon?"

"Here hold this" He tossed her his towel and dove into the water buck naked.

He was there in a moment, grabbing the woman around her slender waist only to be cuffed out of the way by her red faced companion.
"Hands off buddy."

Slate treaded water for a second...

"Ok asshole, you got her into it. You get her out."

It was not an auspicious beginning for a friendship.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale see the captain leap into the water, chivalrous as this may be he's still naked as a jaybird! Hands off indeed. Besides, he doesn't know like I do that Sam needs no help from anyone.

They clamber aboard and fish our gear out from the overturned launch. We have lost very little. I see Sam and Shannon talking now, both of them drying off with towels. Sam knows this guy, I check Shannon out from afar. His skin is wizened from the sun. Shannon's voice seems too low from years of smoking and the hard stuff. Still he has an air about him. This is a guy that gets things done. Which is exactly what we need.

For the first time I get a glimpse of Sailor. What a knockout! Big round eyes, a body that seems to just flow when she walks so fluid and languid. Everything about her seems to just fit perfectly together somehow.

Sam turns to me and motions that we ought to go below to our cabin. She looks like a water goddess. Her large firm nipples are clearly visible through the wet shirt she wears. Long red hair now is tied back in place. I follow her, and watch in delight as her perfect ass moves in front of me. I'd follow Sam to the ends of the earth.

As we go below, I hear the old engines rumble, the din is loud as those diesels crank up. Our tiny berth is on the left. As the door swings closed the noise abates considerably....

 

[SexyChele]

Sailor

Waking with the tumult from above decks, I get up, running my fingers through my hair and wrapping myself in a towel. Coming above decks, I just catch sight of a launch going over before Slate throws his towel to me and dives in as naked as the day he was born.

I give a slight smile as I drop Slate's towel over a line and go back below decks. I glance through the closet, and notice this evidently wasn't the first time Slate had entertained female company aboard the "Venture". Gliding my fingers over the selection, I grab a white dressing gown, silk, and floor-length. Slipping it on, and tying it about the waist, I grab my drink and a cigarette before checking myself out in mirror briefly. The dressing gown skimmed over my body, hugging every curve. I smiled as took a sip and then lit the cigarette.

Stepping from the cabin, I notice the 2 very wet passengers coming below decks. Leaning against the bulkhead, I appraise the visitors - he looking a bit like a Nordic god, she looking very much the siren of the 7 seas - the beauty who calls to men on every ship.

As they slip past me, making their way towards the tiny cabin Slate is leading them to, I raise my drink as if in toast.

"Welcome aboard. It's nice to have some company. I'll go and heat up some brandy."

Not waiting for a response, I turn in the direction of the salon. Finding the brandy and its lighter, I pour 4 snifters and begin to heat them. As I do, Slate walks in, having put on a pair of chinos and shirt, his feet in boat shoes. I hand him a snifter as I smile at him.

"Didn't know a midnight swim was your style, Slate. I'll keep that in mind for a later time."

"Can it, kid. I only did it to try and save them. And, uh, thanks for the brandy."

"No problem, Slate. Will our guests be joining us shortly? Hate to have this brandy go to waste, you know."

Taking my own snifter off the lighter, I set up the next one.

"Ah, don't worry about it, Sailor. I know Sam - the redhead. And my suspicisions are correct, this just might be a job for this old girl."

"Hmmm...interesting. Mind if I tag along? It could be fun?"

"Why, sweetheart, I thought you'd never ask."

Clinking our snifters together, we each take a sip, as my mind reels at the thought of an adventure with Slate.

 

[mya]

Sam

The capsized launch was an inconvenience we hadn’t expected or needed. But it had got us, and our belongings, abet soaking wet, on deck of the "Bold Venture". I was glad we had packed everything with extra caution so I figured our stuff would be OK. As I wrung out my wet hair, I approached the still wet Shannon, now wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

"Errrrrr Mr. Shannon, I am Samantha Everett…everyone calls me Sam though. You knew my dad John…and I had the pleasure of meeting you when I was a kid travelling around with my dad."

Shannon eyed my body up and down and lazily answered, "Yeah Kid, I remember. But you sure have grown up since then." His eyes surveyed my breasts again.

I hurried on, "Dad always said you were the man who could be counted on when discretion was needed. I have followed in my dad’s footsteps," tossing my head over my shoulder to point lazily at Dale, "and my friend and I are set to try to unravel our own archeological mystery. Speed and secrecy are of utmost importance to us. I am prepared and able to pay you well for your services."

Mr. Shannon didn’t immediately respond to my offer, he merely offered, "Why don’t you and Lover Boy go below and get dried off, then we can talk more." Fearing he was about to turn us down, I placed my hand on his forearm, my eyes pleaded with his, "Please Mr. Shannon. We really need you and the Bold Venture."

He grinned the grin of a man secure with his position in life, "Don’t worry Doll. I’ll help you out. Now go…get dry and warm and then we can work out the details. And by the way, call me Slate. You and Lover Boy can use the first state room on the left as you go down the stairs and through the galley."

"Thank you Mr…….er, Slate. And Lover Boy’s name is Dale." I turned and caught Dale admiring the beautiful woman with the silk robe that clung to her perfect body. Yet when his eyes shifted to my own body I felt the heat in his eyes for me. I looked down and realized my wet white T-shirt was showing a lot more of me than I had known. A heat infused my cheeks. No wonder Mr. Shannon’s eyes had not left my own body. I moved to the stairs leading to the staterooms, nodding to Dale to come with me. We each picked up our own damp luggage and moved below deck.

We entered "our" stateroom--it was small but luxurious. The built-in double bed was large enough for two to sleep comfortably and small enough for lovers to enjoy sleeping in each others arms. I dumped my luggage on the floor and I looked around taking in the details of the room. The rich teak on the walls lent a warmth to the room, perfectly complimenting the red rich pile of the bedspread. It was a room fit for royalty in my books. Suddenly Dale’s warm arms came around me from behind and his hands cupped my wet T-shirt clad breasts as his lips found my neck. "You look damn sexy Sam in your wet T-shirt and pointy nipples," he whispered in my ear.

I grimaced as I groaned out, "Damn Dale, we don’t have time for this…do we?" Even as I attempted that feeble protest, I was turning in his arms, and pressing against his solid chest as my lips met his in a eager lover’s kiss. My arms wrapped around Dale’s neck, as I opened my mouth allowing Dale to deepen the kiss. Steam was rising from the heat our bodies were generating in the wet clothing.

 

[ariosto]

Sailor walked back up with a pile of clean linens in her hands.
"They didn't need these Slate, sounds like they're drying each other off. Your old friend seems to be
a frisky little thing when she's all wet."

Shannon tossed down the rest of the brandy,
"What is it with you dames that I knew when you had sacabby knees and pigtails. You grow up and become real hot tamales."

She poured herself another and sat on the arm of his chair, one long, long leg sliding out of the white gown.
"Maybe one look at BigBad Slate and our hormones
go into competition for the big prize."

He laughed and stood up, grabbed her roughly around the waist and kissed her full smiling lips...hard.
She never spilled a drop.

*************************************************

Shannon rapped several times on the cabin door.
"OK you two lovebirds, how about a compass heading? Can you come up for air long enough to tell me that!"

Sailor came up behind him.
"Your such a bastard you know. They've been through a lot."

He tossed her a waterlogged map of the Caribbean.
"I pulled this from that mess on deck baby. Take a look at what's circled in Red. If that's where they want us to take them, then there trouble just started."

 

[mya]

The Map

This is the map Shannon found...(it is in the Bahamas)

 

[SexyChele]

Sailor

I put down my brandy, and picked up the map.

"Interesting. But I'm afraid I don't know as much about these remote islands that you evidently do. It looks harmless to me."

I met Slate's stare with a cool glance.

"But then, I could be open to learning more."

Glancing at the map more closely, I take a double-look. Picking up my brandy I take a sip.

"Say, Slate. This cove over here, just south of what is circled, isn't that - "

"Yeah, it is. That's what I'm talking about."

Letting go with a slow whistle, I put down the snifter, and fold up the map.

"So, what's the plan from here, Slate? Or do we wait for our passengers to update us?"

Running my nails up his arm and across his chest, I give him a smoldering look.

"Of course, I could think of something to do to kill the time, you know."

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale couldn't resist Sam's considerable charms. Its like his hands had wills of their own. He closed the distance between them and slid his hands over her erect nipples. Sam spun in his arms and he kissed her deeply.

What a woman! Sam's wet breasts lay firm and heavy on his chest, her wet red hair now loose. Dale kissed her deeply Sam's tongue wrapped in his already flying in unbridled lust.

"Let me help.....myself, er I mean you out of that wet shirt...Sam"

He undid her buttons with a practiced hand, and removed her safari shirt. Sam's naked breasts now jutted at him, her slightly upturned nipples craved to be sucked. Who was Dale to say no? Eagerly he took her in his mouth and inhaled her. Sam's long erect nipple brushed the roof of his mouth as Dale gasped in pleasure. Sam arched her back giving Dale the perfect angle. Mmmm. Now the other, Dale was never one to skimp on time so he made sure her left breast received the same loving treatment.

In due time he stopped, and smiled mischieviously. He stripped Sam completely. Taking a long white towel he dried her off thoroughly then laughingly said -

"I want you Sam, all of you. And I shall have what I want. (He started to back up ) But later. I don't trust that Shannon guy as far as I can throw him. Let's go topside. Besides, this way you'll want me more later .... "

Dale barely made it to the door before the first heavy boot went flying by, crashing into the corridor behind him. A string of epithets followed. Whew Sam could make a seaman blush! He barely closed the door when the second shoe hit. He'd have great fun taming this spitfire later ! With that he climbed up on the deck where the westerly breeze gently warmed his face.

 

[ariosto]

"She's got a temper ain't she?"
Shannon was leaning over the rail looking at the Eastern horizon where the sun was threatening to break through a solid bank of dark clouds.
Dale stood beside him feeling refreshed by the cool breeze. The 'Venture was tooling along at 12 knots into a bracing headwind.
"Sailor's bringing up some coffee Mister Brightmore, now maybe it's time you told us why the hell we're going to Cat Island and why your willing to pay a thousand bucks for us to take you there."

"A thousand dollars!"
Brightmore gripped the rail as a choppy swell hit the boat head on. He looked pale as a ghost.

"Yeah. And it should be more but I got a soft place in my heart for pretty dames in distress."

"And a hard place in his shorts too, Mister Brightmore. Better watch your filly."
Sailor looking fresh and sexy handed them both steaming cups of coffee.
"Has Slate told you that Cat island is in the hands of the worst group of thugs in the Caribbean?"

"No baby, I ain't told him that yet."
Shannon sipped the scalding brew.

"Got any more of that?"
Sam had come on deck her cheeks rosey in the dawn light.

"I got pleanty of that. How do you want it?"
The women eyed each other with frank appraisal.

 

[mya]

Sam(antha) Everett

Dale’s hot hands and even hotter tongue on my nipples were like putting a burning match to tinder dry kindling, and the flames of desire immediately licked my body to a fevered pitch. Evil man that he could be some times, he delighted in teasing me mercilessly. Yet even knowing that about Dale, he still caught me by surprise when he suddenly sprouted wings and turned on his heel and left me on the brink of spontaneous combustion. "Damn you Dale!" I screeched after him as I threw one of my boots at him, narrowly missing his hip. I quickly fired the second boot, but he managed to miss getting that one in the crotch with a quick side step as he pulled the door closed to the narrow hallway with a chuckle. After he was out of earshot, I laughed too. I have to say that he is the only boy friend I’d ever had that knew how to keep me interested, but I wasn’t going to tell him that!

As I pulled on a pair of dry shorts and a short sleeved summer print blouse I realized Dale never had changed out of his wet clothing. And I laughed harder. Serves him right for teasing the hell out of me. Putting on a pair of sunglasses and a wide brimmed sun hat, I wandered up to the deck in time to hear the woman saying, "Has Slate told you that Cat island is in the hands of the worst group of thugs in the Caribbean?" and to hear Slate’s response, "No baby, I ain't told him that yet." Hmmmmm…thugs. Sounded both frightening and like an adventure. The brim of my hat fluttered in the breeze and I pushed it tight down on my head. My long full bodied red hair flowed freely for once.

The woman was serving hot steaming coffee and I’d needed one badly. Casually I asked, "Got any more of that? And by the way, my name’s Sam." I smiled warmly at the beautiful woman.

"I got plenty of that. How do you want it? And I’m Sailor."

We checked each other out. She was a beautiful woman. "Pleased to meet you Sailor. If I didn’t need the coffee so damn bad, I’d ask you to pour it down the front of the pants of that no good boyfriend of mine." I said sweetly and then threw my head back and laughed hard. "As it is, I’ll settle for it in a cup with cream if you’ve got it. Thanks. I can help myself if you point me to the cups and the cream."

Sailor replied back with a grin on her face, "Happy to make your acquaintance Sam. This time I’ll get you the coffee. But I’m sure Slate would be happy to show you around the galley kitchen later so you can help yourself when you wish. It’s a small space though, so you might want to keep your eyes on Slate’s hands at all times if you know what I mean." She tossed an easy laugh over her shoulder in Slate’s direction. I could tell I liked this woman already.

I carried my steaming hot coffee over to the railing to talk with the men. I couldn’t resist placing my hand on Dale’s ass. It was still damp. "Geez, you’re feeling a little bit like a limp noodle there Babe." I teased softly but loud enough for Slate to hear. I was referring to Dale’s still wet clothing, but Slate didn’t know that. I grinned as Dale blushed. Let him explain that, or not, to Slate.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale's mind was reeling. First, that Sam had paid 1,000 clams for this venture. Hell cups of coffee were only a nickel ! Modern day extortion is what it was. Shannon had better be twice the captain he looked like. On the other hand, Sam would just ask the Rockefellers for more money, so why worry?

In a way his little joke on Sam had its drawbacks. For one he was now hard as a rock and horny as hell. When he looked away from Sam, he saw Sailor. Equally sexy in her own exotic sloe eyed way. This wasn't helping. Oh well, at least Sam had earned a new nickname. Flame . It fit her temper !

"I think now that the storm has passed <twinkling eyes on Sam>, I'll go change. I'll pass on the coffee, Sailor do you still have some brandy? Thanks lady. "

"Its not working ~Flame~. You can't make me jealous so easily. I kmow that you would kick any man's ass that got out of line with you. You can't play meek with me doll, I know you too well !"

With that, Dale decended to the cabin below carrying his brandy to find some drier clothes....

 

[SexyChele]

Sailor

Watching the drama between the two lovers played out in front of us, I smiled. Yes, this woman could be quite interesting to have around.

Gliding to the railing, coffee cup in hand, I look after Dale as he disappeared below. Frank approval must have been on my face, as a sharp whisper came from Shannon -

"Sailor, one thing you learn on these jaunts - never go after the clients."

Giving Shannon a raised eyebrow and a sardonic grin, I turn my attention to Sam. Taking a sip of coffee, I regard her over the brim, and like what I see.

"So what is your interest in Cat Island, if you don't mind me asking, Sam. Or have you already told that to Shannon? You know, sometimes he doesn't always like to share."

Setting the coffee cup on a nearby table, I regard the redhead once more.

"You know, Cat Island has a rather bad reputation. Even I would be concerned about going there. But, of course, with Shannon here, we shouldn't have much to worry about. From pirates, of course."

Giving Shannon a knowing look, I turn around and settle into one of the deck chairs, stretching my frame along its length, letting the dressing gown slide off of my legs.

 

[ariosto]

The rest of the day passed pretty uneventfully.
Parley and Slate took turns handling the 'Venture' as it made it's way towards Cat Island.
If all went well and the weather continued moderate they'd make landfall by first light.
Dale's seasickness finally passed and during the hot part of the day, Sam and Sailor, decorated the
boat with their lush bodies, barely hidden in their Esther Williams bathing suits, working on their tans.

Shannon, sat down between the two almost naked women and offered them both a smoke.
It was almost 4 in the afternoon and in spite of a 15 knot wind the temperature was boiling.
He took off his shirt.
"Oh Sweety, you shouldn't! Have a heart, we're only human after all...right Sam?"

The sexy archaeologist took a look and smiled wickedly.
"Doesn't seem fair does it Sailor that he can go topless and we can't."
She propped up on her elbows.
"Captain would you mind untying the knot back there? I'd like to get some sun on my back at least!"
Shannon grinned,
"You bet baby!"

As he reached down he saw two sets of eyes watching every move he made.

 

[mya]

Sam Everett

Sailor’s curiosity got the better of her as she asked, "So what is your interest in Cat Island, if you don't mind me asking, Sam. Or have you already told that to Shannon? You know, sometimes he doesn't always like to share."

Sam was used to playing her cards close to her chest and this most recent mission was more secretive than most. Too much was riding on it. There was the treasure, but more importantly her professional reputation. But not wanting to ignore Sailor’s question totally and combined with the fact that Sailor and Slate deserved to know something, she answered, "It’s a scientific mission really. We have reason to believe that the Mayan’s may have some connection with the Bahamas. And we want to prove or disprove our theory." Enough said, Sam figured. They didn’t need to know yet that Sam and Dale suspected the Mayan race may well have originated in the Bahamas. And that maybe there would also be some treasures buried there associated with the mystery. Sam was relieved when that explanation seemed to satisfy both Slate and Sailor...at least for now.

~~~

Later on deck:

Sam hopped up out of her chaise lounge before Shannon could open her bathing suit. "Naaahhhh, just kidding Slate! These babies have never seen the sun. Not a good idea to expose them in this intensity of sunshine. They’ll be glowing all night otherwise and it will just give Dale another reason to call me Flame! Hey speaking of Dale, I need to go see what’s keeping him and if he’s OK. Excuse me for a bit please." She did not wait for an answer, she simple turned and headed for their stateroom.

Wandering into the stateroom, Dale was snoozing on the bed buck naked. She settled beside him and began to place soft kisses all over his body to awaken him slowly.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale was dozing lightly. Far from seasick, he had just needed some space. Let the captain think whatever he wanted. After a while Dale felt Sam's kisses softly rain down on him. This time he had only one thing on his mind and teasing her was not it.

Dale had always dreamed of having a partner like Sam, he could barely believe that she was real. Sexy, intelligent, smart, self sufficient, did he mention sexy yet? Mmmm, he kept his eyes closed for a moment to bask in warmth of her body and the pleasure of her caresses.

Without opening his eyes, Dale reached for Sam, his hands pulling the tops of her swimsuit down on her shoulders. Now naked from the waist up, Dale pulled her close. Her large breasts pressed upon his chest as he held her tightly for a moment. Opening his eyes he said into her ear -

"Hey you. Welcome back to me. I want you Sam, Mmmm you see what you do to me? Do you see how much I want you....."

 

[mya]

Sam(antha) Everett

Sam was laying on top of Dale as he said, "Hey you. Welcome back to me. I want you Sam, Mmmm you see what you do to me? Do you see how much I want you....."

She nuzzled his ear back. "Nope. But I can feel it Dale, I can feel just how much you want me." She spread her legs to straddle his hips as she remained on top of him, chest pressed to breast. The apex of her thighs craddled his swelling manhood. He tongue wet his ear slowly as she asked him back, "Can you feel how much I want you? Can you Dale?" Then she rocked her hips against his hardness, and it slipped between her swollen wet nether lips. It slid easily in her juices and poked at her already swelling love button. "Ohhhhhhhhhh Dale," she moaned, "Can…you…feel…it?" She asked one last time, punctuating each word with a solid thrust of her hips against his erection.

"You think you can handle a quickie my Love?" she whispered in his ear before claiming his lips with a hot passion filled kiss.

 

[ariosto]

Slate was leaning over the life lines at the bow of the 'Venture' having a smoke when Sailor joined him. She was wearing a loose fitting white dress shirt and tight khaki shorts. The setting sun made her look warm as honey.
"Our two lovebirds still at it?" He flipped the glowing butt into the water.

Sailor leaned over the rail next to him, handing him a drink.
"Whatsa matter Slate, did Miss Professor rain on your parade?"

He grabbed her by the arms and pulled her against him.
"Maybe I got a little wet and chilly but your heating things up in me right now that will be damned hard to put out doll."
He crushed her to him and kissed her long and hard. Sailor's drink crashed to the deck but no one heard it in the hot dark cabin down below.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

"Oh, yes, yes Sam yes I can tell how much you want me"

With a sudden thrust upwards and inwards he pushed into her. Sam's eyes grew large and she squealed in delight. Dale moaned in the sheer pleasure of it all she was so wet and tight. Sex was always, always great with Sam. To his recollection Dale had never turned her down, and he was sure he never would.

Sam's large jutting breasts demanded his complete attention now. He greedily sucked her even though it meant that he had to slow his pace of rocking in and out of her. They fell into the gentle swaying rhythm of the boat as it made its way to the dark island. Gradually there passions grew stronger and more intense Sam pulled herself free and starting bouncing hard on Dale. He cried aloud -

"Baby, baby fuck me!

 

[mya]

Sam(antha) Everett

Sam arched back, clenching his hardness tight inside her as she began bouncing hard and fast. Her need for her own orgasm easily visible on her face as she bit her lower lip. Her tits bounced and jiggled just as she loved them to, and Dale suckled them and lavished them, just as she loved even more.

As her pace grew frenzied, and her need great, she cried out again and again…"yes, yes, oh yes…oh Dale!!! Dale, Dale, Dale, OHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKKKK DAAAAAAAALE!" She came hard her whole body clenching tight and jerking spastically, as she continued to ride Dale’s hard-on as best she could. Suddenly his own hands were pinching her large tits and his own hips were trusting short deep thrusts as he answered her with his own orgasm and his own words, "Oh yes BBBBBAaaaaaaabbbbyyyyyyy, yessssss." He unloaded deep inside her as she milked him for every drop before collapsing on his chest. Both were spent and sweaty, as they returned to earth in each other's embrace.

"Well Sweety," Sam said softly. "I suppose we need a quick shower and then we should go up on deck and see what’s happening." Sam had no sooner said the words, when suddenly the boat stopped moving and Slate’s swearing could be heard from above. "Shit. I guess no time for a shower Babe. What the hell’s going on?" Dale responded with a shrug and "Don’t know Lover." Sam pulled her robe on and Dale his shorts, and they both hurried back up and on deck to Slate.

Sailor was at Slate’s side. "What’s wrong?" Sam asked then with a worried tone.

 

[darrenfate]

DALE

Dale had grown increasingly impatient as they drifted for days. At first he was understanding, then annoyed, now thoroughly disgusted. Slate kept saying, "Any time now" but still they languished here in the calm waters of the Gulf. Some captain he turned out to be.

He saw the freighter loom on the horizon, and then acted. Impulsively, he ran to the radio room and hailed the passing ship. After explaining their plight he convinced the captain to pick them up and take them to their destination. The bribe that he promised was only two thirds what that pirate Slate had charged Sam for the trip in the first place!

"Sam, I know that you may not like this, but I've made contingency plans. We are to be picked up in less than an hour and and brought to the island. Look, we owe these guys nothing, and they can always join us if and when the boat gets repaired. Sailor can come with us if she wants its her choice. Me, I want outta here. C'mon babe, lets blow this leaky death trap! What do you say, doll? "

 

[ariosto]

Shannon


BLAM!...BLAM!...BLAM!
Pistol shots!

Shannon threw himself out of his rack and hit the ladder running.
"What's..."
Dale and Sam had started from their cabin, but he knocked them back in, growling as he went by.
"Stay below...we got trouble!"

The blow took him on the side of the head and he went crashing into the portside ventilator hood.
In addition to swirling stars he saw half a dozen men on the deck, big men, ragged mean looking bastards.
Two of them had Parley struggling between them and Slate looked on unable to act as they heaved the old man screaming over the side.

Two others had...
SHIT! He struggled to his feet...
Sailor!
She was limp as a rag doll.

"You fuckin' killed her. She'd a been a sweet piece of ass you jerk!"
The taller of the two pirates batted the smoking gun out his companion's hand and tossed the girl's body into the frothing wake of the ship like a piece of garbage.

Shannon lunged blindly at them but came up short with the twin barrels of a sawed off 12 gauge in his face.
It was in the meaty hands of the biggest man he'd ever seen.

 

[Turk-Rakker]

Julio

"You ain't goin' nowhere now are ya?"
The giant backed Shannon up to the life line and he looked back into the wake seeing for the first time the sleek black craft that had brought the hijackers aboard so quietly.

Julio, gestured his shotgun towards the freighter, now hull down on the horizon.
"Too bad eh?"
He laughed.
"Well that's Ok we got a little party palnned for you on the island Mister Shannon."

Slate looked up at him. No small man himself but Julio topped him by a head or more.
"You know me?"

"Si!...yes of course, and your two companeros."

Dale and Sam were being led up on deck by two grinning moustachioed thugs who kept poking the frightened woman's
ass and breasts.

"Knock it off you bastards, the boss will want them all in one piece!"

Shannon had a sinking feeling, one that was about to hit the bottom...
"Your Boss...who's your boss?"

Julio laughed and pointed at the low dark land approaching fast.
"You don't know!?...It's Castro, stupid man. La Suprema de Isla de Gato!"

Shannon closed his eyes and sighed...They were well and truly fucked.

 

[chanaud]

Thanks for the invite, Ari.

Introducing Rosita Castro, Sister to the Revolutionary bandit, Fidel Castro

5'3"
Voluptious woman
Full hour-glass shape
Long sun streaked dark hair
Large brown eyes with thick eyelashes
__________________________________

"La parada! Salgalos solo. Ellos son la mentes. Bien….Bien…Bien…Slate. Reunimos finalmete."

There was a mask of confusion on all the faces.

“What’s wrong, Slate. You forgot your Espanol? I said. Stop! They’re mine. Well…well…well… We finally meet again.”

Slate stared hard. His eyes started at my black boots, up my long muscular legs and bulged at my tight black leather shorts. He strained a bit and got a good view of my tanned cheeks hanging out of my shorts.

“So, you don’t remember me, no? Let me refresh your memory. Five year ago, in a small bungalow in Havana. My brother bursts through the door, ripping your dick away from my mouth..”

His eyes lit up. “Rosita?”

My bright whites flashed at him as I tossed my sun streaked dark hair. “Aahhh…Mama Mia…His memory returns. Rosita Castro in the flesh.. "

With a softer tone, “Baby, you miss me?” Without giving him a chance to answer, I leaned in and kissed him fully on the lips.

Breathing hard, Slate pulled away. “Hey, your guys killed my woman.”

Pulling a 9 inch silver blade from a well hidden sheath, I slowly mocked a carving motion to Slate’s neck. “I’m your woman now.”

I yell back in Spanish to my obediant crew, "Kill the others. This one goes with us."

 

[mya]

Sam fights with her best weapon...her brain!

Sam stood watching in horror at the hostile takeover of the Bold Venture by a tiny mercenary woman with a bunch of goons. As the goons disposed of Sailor’s body overboard, she hid her face in Dale’s chest and clung to him. But as their captor’s prepared to do Rosita’s bidding and make fish food of Dale and herself too, she knew she had nothing left to lose. The only weapon she had was her wits, and it was obvious Rosita was mercenary but smart too. It could only be a smart woman who could command the likes of her crew. So Sam decided to try to appeal to both Rosita's greed and her intelligence.

Sam spoke up quickly and loudly before Rosita’s men could do much more than punch Dale once. "STOP! Rosita…I have a deal for you." The woman lifted an eyebrow as she heard Sam’s bold offer. Sam continued, "I will pay you for safe passage to my destination. I was going to pay Mr. Slate, but it is obvious you are much more accomplished at protecting us than he is. I will pay you well for your services."

Rosita raised her hand, and commanded loudly, "WAIT, let the woman go." Sam shook her head violently. "No way Rosita. The deal is for me and my companion here. It’s for the safe passage of us both or NO DEAL." She acquiesced with one nod of her head. "Do not hurt the man…yet."

"My father was going to pay Mr. Slate $250 upon our passage to Cat Island and our safe return to Havana. My friend and I are on a fact finding mission only. If you take us to Cat Island and return us back to Havana, I can guarantee you that my father will pay you well for your services. We will hire you to do the job Mr. Slate has been unable to carry out, and in return my father will pay you twice as much as he would have paid Slate. $500 will be yours, if and only if me and my friend both get back to Havana alive and well after carrying out our research on Cat Island." As Sam talked she moved closer to the petite Captain of the motley crew. "What do you say Rosita? Is it a deal?" Sam’s muscles were contracting, ready for flight or fight as she awaited the little Pirate’s response.

 

[chanaud]

So, the Giant American is the one with balls, eh?

"What do you say Rosita? Is it a deal?"

I surveyed the tall American with an amused gleam in my eye. "So, you are no different than I. You are in charge of this ship, yes?"

Slate moved forward about to say something. Sam quieted him with her hand held in midair.

"Yes, I am just like you. I am in charge of this ship. Just like you of yours."

I surveyed the tall blonde standing behind Sam. Typical American. Blonde and soft.

"500.00 each or no deal." I smirked back at Sam.

Sam readily agreed. "Deal." She stuck out her hand for a handshake.

I belted out a cursory laugh. Within a split second, I had the tall blonde boyfriend on his knees with his wrists tied behind his back. My constant companion, the 9 inch steel blade was at his throat.

"Deal."