Life on the Pirate High Seas (Open to one woman)

Cumming twice, a regular man would be completely spent and unable to rise, butI was Captain Lowe and just starting as the two wild women were begging for more after cleaning up all the of spunk from their chest and face. Life on the sea would leave any man either broken or hearty and I was the latter as the two women lay on either side of me, runnign their hands across my exposed chest and dragging their chests across mine as my arms drapped over their shouders with my head traversing to either side to give them kisses as one would reach down and wrap their fingers around my rod to give it a few strokes as it slowly began to come back to life for another go, but this time we were going to take our time. There was no hurry, we had the entire night for this.

Down below the other redhead that was demanded from the governor of St. Kitts was feeling the heat from the hungry crew as they were gathered around her lovely frame behind one of the guns and placed onto a thin blanket and wrapped with a redcoat they took from a British soldier that was tied up by one button after her blouse was taken off that was straining to keep her large chest inside with a large crease from those breasts as she whipped her head back as the crew gathered around and began stroking themselves around her face, once in awhile one would take his meaty length and strike her face or forehead as she chuckled and begged for more as other would jeer and drink their ration of spirits.
 
In the Captain’s cabin there continued to be heard loud moans, gasps and squeals of pleasure from his two female guests. The noise was so loud, that the watch which continued to sail the ship through the night, was able to hear the sounds of their rapture. The helm man looked over to the officer of the deck. The Officer smiled “Aye … the captain is good with women. In fact he uses the sword between his legs as good as he uses the one he fights with!”

While the women in the cabin were having fun … below decks there was additional moaning and grunting. Ginger had over twenty hard cocks aimed at her face. As the men got more and more excited … one of them finally placed his cock in her mouth. He did not last long. About two minutes of Ginger’s excellent oral skills were applied before he started to cum. He sprayed her gorgeous face with his cum. It dripped off her cheeks, chin and tongue. Quickly, another cock entered her lips and made its way down her throat, it was a big black cock … and he face fucked her … before he too pumped sperm all over her face. Ginger managed to swallow a couple of spurts this time, before the rest got sprayed across her face. The third guy was ready to cum without even being sucked and simply stood back and pointed. He was amazing. He didn't even touch his cock, and yet spurt after spurt landed on her lips, tongue and face. The amount of his cum was impressive, as Ginger’s poor face was covered in man cream.

For about 45 minutes, Ginger continued to be blasted with hot sticky jets of cum. These sailors had been out at sea a long time! She thought, as her pretty face was covered in cum. She loved sex … and was turned on by wild things … The crew knew it too and her performance was amazingly. But after 45 minutes … she needed to cum too … She started to beg them … to let her cum. So a short guy stood behind her and started to finger fucked her pussy while another got behind her and licked her cunt.

Her pussy was so wet and excited by the time they started it took very little time for her to cum. She arched her back as she SQUEALED …. And came like a wildcat. She spasmed on the tongue and fingers of the two guys. Thrashing and thrashing as her strong cunt walls contracted and quivered. Her orgasm only made the crew more excited and several cock exploded over her slutty face at the same time.
 
Rivers of thick spunk were coating the woman's face and drolling down her chin, neck, and chest as the tight redcoat was also being glazed by the hungry, deprived seamen as they watched the boady redhead finger herself between two fo the guns as they would cheer her own knowing that she could do far more than what would normally seem impossible such as with Captain Lowe.

The two women in his company gropeed and stroked him for several minutes, dragging their large chests across him all the while smiling and teasing one another as to whom was going to go next for a ride on the prized stallion. They would change hands and stroke his long ramrod and spit onto their hands work it up some more. After two goes he was still hungry as were his men not too far away. Ginger fingered her cunt all the way, all of the fingers sinking deep inside as her body quivered but the sailors depite their drunken state did not just stand around and marvel at this rare scene but also took their meaty lengths and slapped her forehead and plunged them down her throat of felt her plump backside as one stepped forward and spilt some of the precious rum onto her face and said, "Drink it up!"
 
Ginger misunderstood the sailor’s command and not only drank up the rum but also all of the cum she could find. She licked it up off the coat, scooped it off her face, and even sucked it off her red hair. This drove the crew wild. Ginger had always loved to watch a man cum … watch a big cock jerk … and squirt its love stream. It was a total turn on. She liked to watch both male and female orgasms … but the male cum shot was more visual … a happy endings to good love making.

To her, the large number of lubed-up cocks shooting over her face, tits and ass was a fantasy come true. She was being a total cum-rag or cum bucket. The crew was getting over enthusiastic now … giving the plump-bosomed red head girl two cock to suck at once. She could just get both cock in her mouth … sucking on them … as they rubbed together in her mouth, her tongue slipping between them to enhance the pleasure. Both men gasped and squirted their loads together into her belly. A dozen other men were jacking their cocks ready to join in. She would be fucked ALL night non-stopped … Two other guys were rubbing their cock against her sexy ass cheeks. After a while, a cock would get too much pleasure and go off. Ginger would moan each time it squirted. Watching as the cum sprayed over her face or tits or ass. Dripping slowly down her smooth sexy skin. She liked the close up shots best …where she could watch every detail as the cock gave up its love juice.

One man … with heavy balls, was in front of her now …stroking his cock at her cleavage. This one particular man grunted …and deposited a huge, thick load into her cleavage, he squirt at least 6 large jets of cum onto her impressive chest. The cum drooled down between her big breasts, in thick globs. It was so much cum from such an average sized dick, it drove her crazy and she orgasmed from the event.

Meanwhile, both Chloe and Brandy were taking turns riding the captain enormous cock. The captain had got rid of his urgent need to cum, so the girls rode his cock … until they orgasmed … his cock did not cum … then the next girl would climb aboard. Each horny young girl rode his cock this way twice … riding him to a giant cunt contracting orgasm. The captain notice as the girls had more orgasm … the easier it was to make them cum again. He also noticed it was now becoming a contest, which pussy was going to get his cock to cum again. Each girl was trying more erotic and exciting things to make him orgasm. He LOVE it.
 
For Ginger the love making didn't seem to end. When one man came and left there would be two more that stepped into his place. The life of the sea was fully of hungry men. clad in the redcoat of the British the men would take their efforts out to humiliate the Egnlish crown but also for the fine lady wearing it as Ginger felt these powerful pairs of hands take her by the waist and pull her back. Looking there was a towering, hulking black man there, his trousers gone as the men stepped back and his rod hung between his legs. He used one hand to lift it up, the tip wiping over the spray of others and already soaked in precum as he had been working it up. It didnot bother him that many others had worked her over he was going to have this turn with this lady and once the tip was in place before her anus he pressed it in and felt the rim widen at its approach as Ginger let out a startling scream.

To keep her silent another sailor positioned himself before her and plunged his meat down her throat and felt the gullet tighten as her eyes jut wide before closing with tears flowing down as she felt herself being stretched as the men looked on and cheeered. Now a pig on a roticory Ginger felt the rods plunge deep from both ends at the same time, each powerful thrust would knock her breasts about despite the best efforts of her redcoat to keep them in as her hands reached about blindly for something to grasp.

For Captain Lowe he had the women ride him and then they would pleasure each other but he was not done. As a man of legend hegrasp hold of Chloe and forced his tongue down her throat and grasped and dondle her chest. They were bigger than the cannon balls on deck, so it seemed, enough that they could sufficate a man if she placed them over his face and he ordered both of the women to smother his face as they stroked his ramrod.
 
Brandy and Chloe thought they had tried everything to make that big cock cum, and none of it had worked. But the captain knew what he liked … and both the girls look at each other with big grins on their faces. A double tit fuck … so simple … why hadn’t they thought of it?

Both girls pressed their massive tits together around his throbbing rod. Both of them moving up and down along the thick shaft, their huge breasts rubbing his cock and each other’s tits! Captain Lowe moaned to voice his arousal. The horny girls each took one hand away from their breasts. Brandy’s right hand started to rub the tip of his cock in a circular motion, while Chloe’s left hand played with his big balls. It drove Lowe crazy with intense pleasure. Brandy’s fingers were quickly coated with pre cum which she brought to her mouth, sucking each and every one dry, moaning and enjoying the salty sweet taste. She wanted more though ... she wanted the real thing. Both her and Chloe rubbed their breasts faster long his great cock. More pre-cum leaked from it as both girl’s got more and more excited their nipples rubbing against each other’s nipples. They were gasping and moaning … as they shifted up and down faster stroking his vast cock. Lowe knew what both girls wanted and was more than happy to oblige. "Yes, stroke me to get what you need." Both girls licked their lips in anticipation.

The Captain’s legs began to quiver … as they stroked him faster. He let himself become lost in the pleasure. "Stoke my flames of passion ... Mmmmmmm YYeessss" Chloe's hands gently tugged on his big balls, as Brandy’s hand swirling around his pleasure stick. She tossed her gorgeous red hair back because she knew he was close. Up and down, pushing and pulling with more intensity, it was enough to put him on the precipice of pleasure. "YESSSSS!" He cried out. "Mmmmmmmm stroke that cock with your big tits …!! Yes ... take it ... TAKE ... IT ... ALL!!!!!" Brandy and Chloe both orgasmed as the mutual nipple rubbing put them over the edge. They both opened their mouths as wide as they could, sticking their tongues out. The first shot of cum from the Captain was so hard it sailed up in the air …. Past both of them, as the shot came back down it just grazed Chloe, leaving a thick line down her face. The next few loads were caught by Brandy’s anxiously waiting mouth and lips, and then Chloe’s mouth got over the spurting cock … as she caught the remaining squirts of cum. After these three orgasms all three of them still hugging ... fell asleep ...totally satisfied.

Meanwhile, poor Ginger had passed out from all the orgasms the sailors had given her. They had awakened her once, with a bucket of cold sea water, but this time when they tried it … she remained unconscious. The few remaining men who had not cum yet … stroked the seed out of their hard cocks … spraying it all over her face, hair and tits. It would add to her humiliation, when she woke up … crusty cum all over her flawless features.
 
Waking up Captain Lowe found the two beautiful women sitting hugging his rock hard body, the aroma of drying spunk and bodily fluids still hung in the damp air of the confined cabin. Hearing the ring of four bells that is where the off watch would be rousing to their stations. If their festivities were anything as spectacular as his then they would not be able to stand much less do their duties, but they did. Sliding out between the two sleeping buxoms Lowe clothed himself and felt a surge of pride run through his weathered body as he looked upon the women wrapped only in one sheet and knowing that he was able to climax three time and satisfying them. He had never left a woman wanting especially ones as wholesome as this blonde and redhead. His fantasy has bee fullfilled.

Stepping out of his cabin he came upon several of the women that the sailors had brought onboard following St. Kitts including the other redhead, she was asleep still clad in the stained redcoat and reched of spunk, but as the watch came off duty and found her and the others, the same women they heard all through the evening, naturally they felt as though they expected company and entertainment as well but Lowe stepped in and ordered them to their hammocks and sleep it off.

Going on deck he was greeted by his first officer whom enquired what their next journey would be even though he wanted to enquire how his evening was.
 
Argus Tisdale, the first officer, was soon at the Captain’s side. “We sail for island your young noble wrench told us holds the stranded crew.” He points to the port bow, at the merchant ship sailing with them “I ordered one of the merchant ships to accompany us … to carry the crew off. The other merchant ships will meet us at Isla de Oro.” He smiled when he told him, knowing what the captain was thinking. “The best place to sell our booty and it has nothing to do with my favorite rum bar!” he explained. Isla de Oro was a pirate port and full of bars and bordellos, but it was the best place to cashing in on all their new found wealth. Tisdale enjoyed a particular bar named “Wrench and Rum” for the big breasted women and the very tasty rum drinks.

“Speaking of women … how were the tasty wenches last night? The crew is telling wild tales about you … out lasting both of them fine whores … and then fucking all the other wrenches onboard to calm your everlasting cock!!” He laughed as he told the captain.
 
Captain Lowe smiled and asked what a crew like that was doing out there. Such a ship in the Caribbean would be carrying alot of valuable commodities as well as people, perhaps of the rich kind. Lowe was not the kind to go out and deliberately take hostages and threaten people even considering what they had performed on St. Kitts, but to rescue them might yeild valuabel rewards if they were to meet the right people. When Chloe had awakened to find the ship bustling with activities she was presented with a bucket filled with clean water, a rare find on a ship, and instructed by the serveant that she was to bathe and clean herself as well as Ginger so they could be proper in appearance if they met any other people on this voyage. The other women that were onboard we instructed to do the same. Though it was rare to have clean water it was also rare that a ship be clean in such an enviroment but Lowe demanded a ship as prime as any for a prime ship and crew were better in battle, and though he allowed his men to indulge themselves during the night it was a rare occurance as such feats would tax the crew emencely.

Seeing the busty women coming up and the offwatch drooling and chomping at the bit to have just a taste of Chloe, Ginger and the others they were told to wait for bit, an order that made them feel as though thy were being cast out.
 
The Excellency and the smaller merchant ship made good time sailing towards the small deserted island. Chloe and Brandy enjoy to sea air and suning themselves on the fore’scle. This activity drove the crew crazy and Captain Lowe and Master Tisdale even crazier. The girls had little modesty and would sunbath in their underwear. The entire crew had hard-ons in minutes and kept making mistakes. Captain and Master Tisdale finally got the women to sunbath behind a small structure that holds the jackstaff. That way, the crew could not see their young sexy bodies. The poor whores below deck got hard daily fucking, because the men saw such sexy creature topside all watch ... after watch they took out their frustration on the whores.

Chloe and Brandy would also practice sword fighting. This drew some attention from the crew as their tight bodies’ bounced and jiggled over the deck. But it was actually helpful, as the best sword fighters gave the girls tips, and the less experienced fighters learn a lot from these practices. Both girls also got quite good and handling their swords after only a few days.

At last they arrived at the island and found the stranded crew and passagers. Luckily stranded people had found a small amount of water and fished for food. So no one had turned against each other yet. They got the people on the other ship, and retieved the crate of guns. “Always useful” was the captain’s words. And set sail to Isla de Oro.
 
"I will meet with these people" I said and set over on a jolly to meet the people that were rescued from the island, bringin with me Chloe and Brandy, perhaps people they were familiar with that could help ease any strain that might arise. After all, we did rescue strangers and they might be hesitant to speak with pirates. The order was to show no malice or discontent to them hence the reason for keeping them on the smaller merchantman.

Once onboard the merchantman and flanked by the buxom women I asked to speak with the man or men in charge of the stranded people and asked that they recieve a generally larger portion of rations and water to help alieviate any maladies they might have taken when stranded on the island. My face was proper with shaved cheeks and chin compliments of Ms. Chloe and well bathed compliments of Ms Ginger and groomed compliments of both ladies.

I knew what was happening below decks with the off watch and the other women but none of it was forced. The men were told to never force themselves onto any of the women and they obeyed, though I could hear the moaning and groaning at all hours of the night as they took turns on one another and finally I ordered a stop to it otherwise all the action might wear the poor women to death and those Ms Chloe and Ginger sunbathed and were rather liberal in their exposure to the rest of the crew, everyone knew that they were strictly just for me and though they may look, they could not touch.
 
Within a few days both ships made it to the Isla de Oro. All the other merchant ship also made it, except for one. It had been crewed by The Excellency navigator, Mad Morty Rackham. “A scurvydog if I ever met one” Master Tisdale told the captain “he most likely ran off with the ship and is trying to collect all the gold for himself.”

There was nothing to do about it now, the ships were secured and meeting arranged to sell off the goods. But most of them would happen tomorrow. That gave the Captain and Tisdale the night off. The two of them, along with Brandy and Chloe, went into the port city. The city was bustling with energy and life, craftsmen everywhere. And there were sailors, chickens, cats, and children, running, walking, stumbling through the streets. The entire port area was dedicated to sell and buying items. Goods of all manners, from clothing, to vegetables, to wheat and fresh lamb, to weapons were available.

"Welcome...to Isla de Oro...or the island of Gold!!" Tisdale said as the two women stared at all the sights. They made their way through the dock area, without too many problems. The one exception was Chloe … who got excited and went into a bar at the end of a pier called “The Chumhouse” one of the roughest bars in town … a dilapidated structure … where the worst scum of Isla de Oro hang out. The name of the place is from the large hole in the middle of the bar floor … where food is thrown. A pack of sharks now swims below the hole … waiting for more food. When the daily fights break out in the bar … sometimes the loser is thrown into the hole … and the sharks get a nice meal ... thus the name "chumhouse" was born.

As Chloe enter the dark bar … a group of the patrons saw her right away. Her ample cleavage swaying and bouncing in a lovely fashion to draw their attention. The leader named “The hyena” got up …he was 6.5 feet tall, weighing around 250 pounds, he wore an assortment of armor made from different pieces like horns, metal, and leather, a large dagger hung from his belt. His eyes said he was not going to take no for an answer.

“Hey big jugs … come over here … and suck on my cock … or I’ll KILL YOU” he demanded ... all his friends laughed at his rude talk. "woman love my sweet talk" he bragged

“Yes … and when you done with his cock … I’m going to do you doggy style … Bitch” another one added laughing at his play on words.
 
When the two made their way towards Chloe she was filled with horror and unable to move, but before Hyena and his mates could come within arm's length of her there was a slam of the door being kicked open and in came the Captain and Tisdale, pistol in hand drawn on the massive brute with Brandy behind them, her eyes peeking above their shoulders.

"Gentlemen, this lady is with us," the captain said with a slight smirk on his lips but trying to be dipolmatic in this. The pistols pointed towards them made the brutes stop in their paths but it sank into their minds that they vastly outnumbered the two officers thus they gave up their food on the tables and slowly rose up, reaching for their knives. Knowing that a fight was seemingly inevitable Lowe reached out with his free hand and grasped Chloe's wrist and pulled her back as Hyena looked on with blood shot eyes filled with rage as his fingers grasped the hilt of his own dagger. Tip toeing backwards towards the door Hyena and his men were taking steps foward, but neither side was seemingly willing to throw the first punch despite the fact that Chloe was the biggest piece of meat in the entire room.

Before they could reach the door one of Hyena's men lunged forwarth and Captain Lowe reached across Chloe's chest and pushed the woman back onto Ginger and in one motion aimed and fired the pistol into the man's face and dropped him dead.
 
“GET THEM” Hyena roared … as the thrugs rushed forward. Captain Lowe was out of ammo in his one pistol. But he was not too bad with his fists. So as the thrugs tried to swarm them … his clenched fist struck an attacker right in the jaw, right at the edge of his mutton chops and the thrug dropped to the ground, knocked out.

Master Tisdale fired his weapon and brought another man down “I love this port!” he yelled as he blocked a knife attack. His opponent’s attack, meant he hadn’t kept his guard up and paid for it dearly, with Tisdale hitting his face … and knocking out 2 of his teeth. Chloe had ducked when the fight started … and tried to help from the floor while she was on her hands and knees… she kicked one man’s in the chins. He staggered back. Then she head butted him in the crotch. The man squeaked … and fell over from the sheer force of the blow.

Captain Lowe provide enough room for the group to get out of the bar …by punching Hyena in the face so hard …that Hyena’s eyes lost focus. As the man regain focus … he was in total rage and pushed the other thrugs back “I’m going to FUCKING RIP YOUR HEAD OFF” he shouted at the captain … and charge at him … But Lowe pulled out his second pistol and blasted him directly into the chest … the gun shot not only stopped Hyena … it made him fall backwards into the hole in the bar floor … soon there was the sound of thrashing of sharks … feeding on the dead man. They don’t call the place ‘Chumhouse” for nothing!
 
When Hyena was lost to the sharks the rest of his men did not pursue the four as they retreated outside though now they did not any more pistols. "Is everyone all right?" Captain Lowe asked as he checked his smoking pistol and looked at the women whom were breathing heavily from the experience with their chests heaving and Tisdale responded that he was having the time of his life as he held up a paper wrapped cartridge and bit off the tip and began reloading his pistols. "A few moments more and we might find ourselves another place in which we can wet our whistle."

Turning to Chloe Lowe enquired what had possessed her, of all places, to go into this bar. It as dangerous just by its outside apearance yet this lovely lady threw herself inside. Still, Lowe and Tisdale were not afraid of Hyena's men as they had not come out of the establishment.

After reloading both of his pistols and tucking them into his waist belt he slipped one arm round the small of Chloe's back and said, with a wide smile, "The night is young and so are we!"

The place lived on the wild side as easy as can be seen even after the Hyena encounter.just a short walk down the street there was a woman on her knees taking a man's genitalia into her mouth rather eagerly. They made no attempt to conceal themselves but right in the street where no one paid them any notice and Lowe followed Tisdale example and wrapped an arm around Ginger's waist and kept her close.
 
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The group walked on and got to what Master Tisdale called Isla de Oro finest bar “Wrench and Rum”. He smiled “The best and my personal favorite rum bar!” he added as he held the door open for the Captain, Brandy and Chloe. The place had not lost its charm and was still full of big breasted women and very tasty rum drinks!

The group sat down and enjoyed some food and drink. Plenty of ladies came over to say hi …. As Master Tisdale had slept with most of them, he would provide a commentary before they got to the table … “she gives great head … or “she has a tattoo on her ass”, or “her left breast is bigger than her right,” etc. The group had a good time … even Chloe and Brandy … as they could talk to other women about fashions and make-up and other things.

During the meal the only strange thing that happened was the Captain found a small piece of paper in his meal. It said “I know where Mad Morty Rackham is … meet me at the warehouse on pier 3, 2:00 am tomorrow. A friend”
 
A strange bit and he quietly pocked the paper and looked at his pocket watch. There was still two hours before the proposed meeting, plenty of time to have their fun. He said none of it here as it might be heard by unwanted ears but he kept close to his friends and let Tisdale roar. He was bombastic but a good friend and brave thus he had earned his right to be loud and drink as the women in their company were also having a good time as he held Brandy in one arm.

Here and there were people doing the same, drinking with a small band playing the string and a barmaid coming by and filling up their pitchers with fine ale or rum and then came another maid with their plates of savory beefsteaks and bread, fresh from the kitchen. Unlike most pups this establishment was far cleaner and the women, which were many, were all finely looked after and clean in their own right, though Tisdale had a hand at them first. The good captain did not mind this at the slight, for he had his own women, two busty ones that were right in arms reach and both had already served him with their buxom bodies and hot mouths and he was all too willing to have it done again, but looking at all the gorgous women as they approached to give their greetings and having Tisdale announce for them, there were many that caught his eye.
 
The bar, the food, the drink, and most importantly the people, made for a noteworthy evening. Everyone had an extra good time. Master Tisdale had found a new girl and she had joined the table. Her name was Annabelle.

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Master Tisdale and Annabelle really seemed to hit it off well. Better than any other bar wench he had been with before. She sat in his lap for most of the evening. She had interesting stories, and seemed to fit in with the group. But Captain Lowe sensed there was more to this bar wench than what she was telling everyone. Nevertheless, the party was rousing. And it lasted close to the time they needed to leave for the warehouse meeting. Bar tabs were paid up and good bye said. Annabelle wanted to come along with Master Tisdale.

“I’d like to come along if you don’t mind …I’ll be quiet and make no trouble … beside Tisdale and I have not had any fun yet” She said smiling at Tisdale. He just grinned back.

“I’ll vouch for her, Captain” He said

Captain Lowe was not sure … was she trouble? … or a secret ally? She was unknown factor … he should say no … but he had a bit too much to drink and could not see any harm in it. “Ok, but make sure she does not cause any trouble” He ordered.

The group headed out and was soon at the warehouse at pier 3. It was very dark now, and Master Tisdale was carrying a small lantern for light. Thewarehouse was a large two story building of stone and wood. There are two 15 foot high large doors on the north side of the build, which were locked. As the group looked for another way in, a normal sized side door was found on the west side on the thin walkway on the side of the pier. The group entered the building. Inside the building there was two levels, which consisted of the two large rooms. A few small side rooms were also along the walls. The large rooms were connected with a large pulley driven lift to move crates between the floors. There were piles and piles of crates, making it difficult to see very far in the large lower level room. As the group made it to the middle of the room.

A light and faces appeared on the upper level leaning over the rail, staring down at them. The main figure had a hard look with a sardonic grin on his face, as if he knew something that the rest of the world had somehow missed. His black eyes stared at the group. A chuckle broke from his lips. He carried a sword of intricate design on the hilt and in his belt he carried two pistols. On his face there was a long deep scare and on his head he wore a black pirate’s hat. It was Captain LaMonte! The other set of eyes next to him was the crooked face of Mad Morty Rackham, he was also smiling.

“He fell into the trap alright!” Captain LaMonte laughed as 20 men appeared some on the second level and some on the first level, all with guns pointed at them.
 
"That damned man," Lowe grumbled as his hand reached for his pistol with one hand and cocked the hammer with the other as he looked to Tisdale as he did the same with his own. Three pistols and twenty-one men. Worse yet, they had the three women. Standing before them as sheilds the two officers kept their pistols on LaMonte's men whom stopped short, but were well armed with clubs, cutlasses, and pistols.

"The great Captain Lowe" LaMonte smiled and bowed rather gracefully, "Never thought you would see me again, did ye?"

"You're suppose to be dead" Lowe growled.

"Oh, I am dead" LaMonte laughed, "Haven't ye heard of 'coming back from the dead?' The smile faded from his face and turned to that of utter disdain looking at Lowe and Tisdale as all the memories came flowing back. "You left me on that God damned island to rot in the prison."

"You deserved it, for what you've done," Tisdale replied.

The women looked at one another, silently enquiring what was meant, but none of them knew.

"Fifteen years," LaMonte began, "Fifteen years on an island of the damned. I did die there, my good captain. WE all died. But, we are here now. I came looking for you not to kill you, as many a crazed, vengeful man would, but to thank you."

Lowe was confused by this.

"You see, my good captain. If you hadn't left me on that island, I wouldn't have found a way to get off in the most..." pausing for a moment, heading turning up the ceiling and placing an index finger on the tip of his chin, "How did it go? 'Daring?' I believe the word is. I never regretted doing what I did, but I bet you would regret, for the rest of your life, knowing that your actions caused the lives of those women behind ye to be killed in the most horrid of ways." The way hie spoke, the words came out as smoke to a pipe smoker as his voice faded in the cold room.

"Captain Lowe has faced far more than seven to one odds," LaMonte continued, "I do remember three redheads at Cumana as well, but what you could never face was knowing that you couldn't keep me in line to follow your every whim!" the growl echoed through the room and the women took a step back out of fear.

"Men, do not kill them. Take them alive. Take the women as well. Make them suffer," LaMonte began. It would be enough to announce the charge and the gang took a step forward and that was enough for the captain to fire. His aim was to get LaMonte but the 'dead man' knew it was coming and hid himself behind a tall gang member as the shot sliced through his forehead. Down one pistol the men lurched forward brandishing their weapons as Tisdale quickly aimed and fired both of his pistols into their midst.

Before the smoke cleared the thugs were on them and the women were told to run. Several thugs went after them as the officers went to their swords. The officers had experienced and precision and the thugs were wild and have numbers. Watching, LaMonte could be heard laughing as the women were all snatched and dragged away, kicking and screaming. "They will add nicely to my collection," but what he wanted was Lowe dead and he aimed his own pistol from fifty feet and fired wildly and did not strike. Reloading and firing again but the melee was too much clutter to tell his effect. When the women were carried off LaMonte turned and disappeared leaving his men to fend for their own for a couple of minutes.

When they realized that their leader was gone the gang broke off and ran for it. Four of the thugs lay dead but none of them were LaMonte.

"LaMonte is gone," Tisdale said.

"I know," Lowe replied.
 
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