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  Quinn got up and approached him. She was taller than him and stuck her face in his. “You like my tits eh? So how big’s your cock? It has to be big enough for the Scorpion you know. Can I see it?”

  The man recoiled. “I..I’m sorry Captain Quinn, sir, er madam. I’m a good sailor and a good shot.”

  Tucker pushed in between them. “He’s a crack shot captain. He used to be in the Welsh fusiliers.”

  Quinn grunted and went back to her seat. Swift vetted the candidates and was satisfied with most of them. They would join the ship the next day. Meanwhile the evening of heavy drinking had started. After a long voyage the crew needed to let their hair down.

  Well after midnight and well oiled, Quinn and Swift returned together to the Scorpion. Quinn suddenly looked concerned.

  “Have you seen Sarah?”

  “No. I lost sight of her about mid-night. She was arguing with Tucker. Maybe she’s already returned the ship.”

  “You’re probably right. Look Tom, I need a good man-fuck. Do it for me will you?”

  “I never say no do I? Shame it’s not more frequent. I like you a lot you know.”

  The next morning Quinn rose late, somewhat worse for wear. She went on deck to check on things. Swift and Fletch were giving out jobs to the new recruits.

  “How’s it going Tom?”

  “Fine, but Sarah didn’t come back last night. I’ve sent some men to find her.”

  Quinn looked worried. “Keep me posted will you and send her to me when you find her. Let’s get all supplies on board today; we’ll sail tomorrow at dawn. If the men need to spend more time ashore today let them. But they all must be back before four in the morning.”

  “Aye, aye sir.” Swift looked up. “Everything okay?”

  “Yeh - bad head - I’ll join you later.”

  Late afternoon Sarah had been found and brought back to the ship. It was not until after dark that Quinn was told. She was angry.

  “I gave instructions that she was to come and see me when she got back! Send her to me right away.”

  Sarah arrived at Quinn’s cabin trying to look normal, but it was obvious things were not right.

  “What happened to you last night?”

  “I got drunk and involved in a fight captain.”

  “Your face is a mess! Tom had to send some men to find you. Where were you?”

  “I was dragged back to a ship captain and kept until dawn.”

  “And?”

  “They beat me up, raped me and dumped me.”

  “I told you to be careful! Damn’ it I knew you couldn’t look after yourself. You’d better stay on board until we sail, now go.”

  Sarah turned to walk away and Quinn stopped her. “What’s that on the back of your shirt? Blood? Get in my cabin and take it off.”

  “But captain?”

  “Do as you’re told.” Sarah turned and undid her shirt. “You’ve been whipped with a cat!” Sarah burst into tears. “Stop snivelling, you’re a pirate now! What happened?”

  “Five men took me. I fought like mad and stabbed one. They paid me back by giving me a full body flogging before they fucked me. It was dawn before it all stopped. They dumped me in an alley.”

  “Your britches are soaked – blood again! Take them off!” Sarah gingerly dropped her pants. “For heaven sake your backside’s a mess! What did they do to you?”

  “After they whipped and raped me they hung me by my ankles with my legs spread and finished off my bottom half with the cat again.”

  “Use your knife better next time and don’t ever get caught on your own. Has Fletch looked at you?”

  “No.”

  Quinn went out to the quarter deck and called him over. “Fletch, Sarah’s been worked over with a cat and raped. Wash her out and see to her cuts.”

  Fletch rushed over and Quinn went looking for Swift. He was in the hold checking supplies. She ordered him up and took him aside.

  “Why didn’t you send Sarah to me like I asked?”

  “She begged me not to. Back in Parnham you said that she could stay with us as far as Jamaica, then you’d decide whether she became a member of the crew or not. She was scared stiff that you might throw her off the ship because of what has happened. Anyway she was in no fit state. She was found naked covered in blood in an alleyway near the Happy Hog. The men hardly recognised her. I helped clean her up a bit so she could see you.”

  “Did she tell you she’d been raped?”

  “Yes. Don’t worry I washed her out.”

  “Ah good; the last thing I want is a pregnant girl on board. Anyway, I’d already decided she’s staying.”

  Quinn looked uneasy and changed the subject. “How’s it all going?”

  “Fine. We’re about ready. No problem for an early departure tomorrow.”

  Fletch came over. “Iz checked her over and left her restin’ in your bunk cap’n. She won’t be doin’ much for a few days. Needs to stay on her front; backside and thighs are in tatters - crotch badly swollen. There’ll be scars. I gives her rum and laudanum to makes her sleep.”

  Quinn rubbed her chin. “She once said she could play the guitar. Can someone find one for her? It may cheer her up.”

  Swift smiled. “You have some softness inside after all! No problem captain.”

  The next morning the Scorpion left Port Royal and followed the coast east to Morant Point before heading north-east towards the Windward Passage between Cuba and San Dominique.

  Quinn called Tucker over. “Right Will; now tell me where we’re heading once we’ve gone through the passage?”

  “To Pine Cay, North Caicos captain; that’s where the Fortune’s likely to be. Just keep on this heading and you can’t go wrong. Wind and weather permitting it’ll take us about four days.”

  Five days later the Scorpion approached the beautiful turquoise blue bay to the south of North Caicos and anchored off Pine Cay. There was not another ship or living soul in sight. Lookouts were posted to watch for approaching ships, one in the crow’s nest and another on the highest ground they could find on the main island. After several days at sea Quinn let the crew leave the ship and amuse themselves on the flat green cay and its beaches. Sarah was well enough to join them and emerged for the first time on deck since leaving Port Royal. Swift was to take her ashore. She froze at the sight of Tucker on the quarter deck. Swift noticed.

  “You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.”

  “What’s he doing on board?”

  “He brought us here. Why?”

  “He’s the bastard that stood by and watched as I was flogged and raped.” Seeing Tucker looking towards her, she turned her face away. “Take me ashore Tom and please don’t say anything to anyone. I’ll fix this myself.”

  Tucker approached Quinn. “Well this is the spot where the Fortune used to hide. There’s not much here but there’s fresh water available on the island most times of the year. You can usually see Spanish ship’s passing to the south.”

  The afternoon went by and they spent a quiet night at the cay.

  The following afternoon there was a yell from the island. “Ship ahoy captain! South-south-east!” This was confirmed by the crow’s nest and Fletch fired a shot from his pistol. This was the signal for everyone to get back on board.

  Half an hour later the Scorpion had weighed anchor and pulled away from the cay ready to flee in case of danger. The other ship was now five miles away heading for the island.

  Tucker was observing it with his telescope. “I’m pretty sure it’s the Fortune captain!”

  Quinn took a look. “Yes I think it is too! Thanks Will.”

  An hour later the Fortune pulled alongside and Captain John Booth yelled over from his poop-deck.

  “Ahoy Scorpion! You’re a welcome sight! Is that good pirate woman of mine well?”

  “I sure am and it’s good to see you after all these months!”

  Both ships anchored back in the bay and Quinn, Swift and Fletch went aboard the Fortune t
o talk. Quinn and Booth hugged and kissed.

  “I missed you John! Let’s do some catching up in your bunk!”

  “Later my dear! There’s a more urgent matter! I need a second ship to help take a Spanish ship that I know is on its way from Habana to Spain. She’s called the Angustias and should pass through the Turks Island Passage in the next day or so. She’s too big and well-armed for the Fortune alone. She’ll be carrying sugar, tobacco and gold - lots of gold! Let’s all go over to my cabin and discuss plans.”

  That evening most of the crew had either gone over to the cay or over to the Fortune. Quinn had remained on the Scorpion with Booth and a number of men on watch led by Fletch. Sarah had decided not to go ashore and remained in Swift’s cabin. She was jealous of Booth getting most of Quinn’s attention and she was inquisitive to know what was going on.

  About eleven she made her way up the steps to the quarter deck and Quinn’s cabin when she saw Quinn and Booth come out. She quickly hid in the shadows. She watched as they went to the companionway and descended below deck. She followed and saw them below going aft on the middle deck.

  When she reached the middle deck she could hear sounds from Danielle’s compartment, forward of the gangway. She peeked through the gap in the doorway. It was dimly lit by a lamp, but she could see Danielle chained with her legs spread being shafted by Fletch. His black naked body shone in the dark between her legs. Two fingers on each of his hands were looped through the rings through Danielle’s nipples and he pulled back on them as he bent his back at each pelvis thrust. Danielle groaned and he grunted with pleasure.

  Danielle started to whisper. “Oh Fletch zat’s good! You really know ‘ow I like it. Pull ‘arder on my tits and ‘it my clit with your body. Aaagh! Zat’s it.”

  Sarah watched as Danielle closed her eyes and took in her breath. Then she noticed Danielle’s body quivering as she came. After several seconds Danielle let out her breath and took in another. She continued to quiver and writhe, taking in breaths at regular intervals.

  “Ah youz comin’ really good I can feel your cunt contractin.’ Iz gonna fill it with my come now! Ugh! But Iz not gonna stop shaftin’ Ugh!”

  “Aaaah! I feel your cock pumping! Keep going I’m still coming!”

  Sarah was mesmerised by this sight of carnal pleasure. It was a fine sight to see, a man and a woman perfectly in tune with one another, resonating in orgasm. She then remembered Quinn and Booth.

  Sarah turned and quietly made her way aft through the next empty compartment. At the end of it the door was closed to the last compartment leading to the stern. She could hear the faint sound of voices and a slapping sound as she approached. She stood in front of the closed door and listened. It was Quinn’s voice.

  “Oh John! Strap my arse more! That’s it!”

  Sarah needed to see. She looked desperately around for a hole or a crack in the door and bulkhead. She was in luck. A knot had left a hole low down on the bulkhead to her left and she could see light coming from it. She crouched down and looked through it. She could see Quinn’s naked back glistening in the lamplight. Quinn was chained to an x-shaped wooden cross in the centre of the compartment, her back to Sarah. She was astride a short wooden beam that came out from the cross. The beam had an inverted v cross section at its top, the edge of which disappeared into Quinn’s crotch. Quinn was on tip-toes, her ankles spread and attached just above the floor to the bottom of the cross. Her wrists were attached either side of the upper part of the cross. It was just like the cross in the prison that Quinn had described a few days earlier.

  A broad leather strap cracked against her backside. Sarah then noticed Booth come into view, naked, holding the strap. His large erect cock swung as he readied the strap for another blow. Down it came again making Quinn jump in her bonds, the sides of her large breasts swung into view. Then an even harder stroke came down. This time Quinn’s breasts swung even further and Sarah caught the glimpse of metal balls on chains. Quinn’s nipple rings had been weighted to stimulate them. Sarah undid her shirt and started to rub her nipples between her thumbs and fore fingers. The sight of Danielle and Fletch had already turned her on, now Quinn on this cross made her wet and open. She undid her britches.

  Booth had stopped strapping and was now crouched down rotating the bottom of wide wooden screw head underneath the beam that Quinn was astride.

  “I’m going to give you more length of rod to your cunt now. You should be ready for a full ten inches.”

  This feature of the cross had not been described to Sarah those few days earlier and the rod was hidden away deep inside Quinn. The thought of it aroused Sarah even more. Once more Booth started to strap Quinn. Quinn now moved her backside out to receive each stroke and in when it fell.

  “I’m nearly there! Keep me up there a while like you used to!”

  Suddenly Sarah felt a tap on her shoulder; she turned around and saw Swift. He held a finger to his lips for her to keep quiet. He grabbed her hand and led her back to the companionway, up to the berth deck, then back to his cabin. He kissed her on the mouth and she pulled away.

  “Tom, I’m in love with the captain.”

  “I know, so am I. Close your eyes and pretend I’m her and I’ll pretend you’re her.”

  Sarah closed her eyes and they kissed once more. She let Swift remove her shirt and pants. He removed his and lent her against his table. He lifted her legs and slid his cock into her. She gasped and gorged his mouth.

  “Fuck me Tom. Hard.”

  She wrapped her legs around him and he moved in and out, slapping against her vulva.

  “Tom did you ever see her on that cross?”

  “Yes. I’ve strapped her like that before. The prison has warped her mind.”

  “I want that as well. Will you do it to me?”

  “Of course, if you want.”

  Sarah came immediately and Swift thrust forward feeling her contractions.

  “Don’t take it out Tom. I want to feel you come too.”

  Tom let go and came. They remained locked together and kissed exchanging tongues.

  8. The Battle for the Angustias

  The Spanish galleon Angustias had left Habana Cuba under the escort of two Spanish frigates. The small flotilla was beating windward towards the Turks and Caicos Islands and from there she would leave the tropics and pick up the westerly winds that would take her across the Atlantic to the Azores and then on to Seville Spain. These were dangerous waters for the Spanish treasure fleet ever since pirates had established themselves on Tortuga, just north of Saint-Domingue. However, Tortuga was now under French control and no longer a pirate haven, but the area as far as Grand Turk was still feared.

  In anticipation of the Angustias’s arrival, the Scorpion and the Fortune had already taken up their hidden positions. The Scorpion was anchored off Little Buff Point, Grand Turk and the Fortune further to the north off East Caicos. The Angustias would pass between the two islands along the ten mile wide Turks Island Passage. She was expected to be alone; the escort would leave just south of this point and return to Cuba. The Scorpion was the first to spot the Angustias as she sailed along the passage. As planned, Quinn weighed anchor and followed. She instructed Fletch to chain Danielle down in the orlop deck; it was the lowest deck on the ship and below the waterline.

  Fletch was concerned. “But cap’n! Itz cold, dark and damp down there. There’ll be rats too.”

  Quinn was adamant. “She has to be put down there when we attack the Angustias. She could get killed on the middle deck, you know that.”

  Fletch removed Danielle’s yoke and led her down to the orlop deck and secured her by her collar. The only light in her compartment came from the small grill in the hatch from the middle deck stairway.

  “Oh Fletch you’re not going to leave me ‘ere?”

  “Iz has to. Iz gets youz a blanket and some water.”

  Fletch returned with the items, Danielle was shivering and scared.

  “Zer’s rats down ‘ere!
I ’eard zem!”

  “They won’t hurt youz. Iz cover youz up to keeps youz warm. Iz bring youz some food later.”

  “Oh Fletch what ’ave I done to be down ‘ere?”

  “Itz only for a short while. Weez attackin’ a ship today. Iz be back.”

  Booth was keeping watch in the Fortune and as soon as he saw the Angustias he sailed into Turks Passage positioning his ship mid-way and ahead of the approaching ships. The Fortune was now holding the gage of the wind and had positioned herself a mile ahead of the Angustias. The Scorpion was now a half mile behind to windward. Both pirate ships were flying the British red ensign. Quinn gave the order to put on full sail and advance on their target. The Scorpion started to close the gap. At roughly the same time over on the Fortune, John Booth had given instructions to shorten sail and reduce speed allowing the ships to his windward to approach.

  After twenty minutes the Angustias had closed the gap on the Fortune to two hundred yards and was now two hundred yards to the Fortune’s right or starboard side. Booth increased sail to keep the gage of the wind and position. He edged over closer to starboard to close the gap a little. He surveyed the target with his telescope. He counted approximately forty men on its deck and in its rigging. The ship’s gun ports were closed.

  The captain of the Angustias was also surveying the Fortune and Booth met him looking at him. He lowered his telescope and waved to reassure him. The two ships remained in this relative position for the next quarter of an hour.

  The Scorpion was now closing fast on the stern of the Angustias and was off to its starboard side. It was evident that the Angustias’s captain was now concerned with its approach and the possibility of being sandwiched between two unknown ships. However he knew that to open the gun ports on the Angustias at this stage would be seen as an aggressive action to both ships and they remained shut.

  The Scorpion was now one hundred yards off the stern of the Angustias and about fifty yards over to its starboard side. The Scorpion and the Fortune were now in the pre-agreed positions. Booth did not waste time, he raised a small green flag on his mizzen mast – this was the signal to attack.