The Captain's Wench

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The Weekly Quickie Contest  (18+) Can you excite in 969 words? Romance+ Contest, April 2024 Theme: Conflict #1355442 by Dawn Embers

The Prompt is: Vikki wants to read a story about being a wench on a pirate ship. This could be interesting, let's make it creative and give her pirate ship fantasies she won't soon forget....

Avast me mates. If you be readin' this cat of nine, ye must review, or ye be no more than a bloody landlubber, not worth the gold in y'r ear.

The Captain’s Wench

The captain seemed nothing like she’d envisioned. Oh, he was good-looking alright. His midnight dark hair curled around his ears, teasing the tip of his shirt. His nose was regal, his cheekbones high, his forehead brazen and proud as his carriage, and the way he pounced on the crew, his feet light as a dancer’s was so feral, so male, she felt heady in his presence.

Those eyes of his – the color of brass . . . Her heart spasmed whenever he looked at her. His glances were a knife through the heart, a reminder that her presence was a lie, a lie so audaciously stupid she worried each moment would be her last.

No, she'd never dreamed of a pirate captain like Jean Claude. So handsome, so clever . . . so perfect.



“So ye be wantin’ a job, do ye lad? Well, heave ho, me lubber,” the Jack of Coins had said. She’d hoodwinked him easily, her breasts wrapped in cloths, her features smeared with dirt.

After the xebec sailed, she'd mastered every chore. She'd climbed the mast, rigged the sails, and swabbed the deck. No reason for disquiet. Bar'n the captain's watchful eyes.

After four days she'd grown cocky -- swaggerin', spittin', and swearin' like the rest, except when the captain appeared and his hands were guidin'' hers around the ropes; his body settin' her legs into position.

And now he wanted to see her below the deck alone.

“Hey, matey, spot any mermaids?" Swarby asked at the end of watch.

Carolyn, Stam to her shipmates, steadied herself, recovered from her mate's heavy-handed slap on the back, spit over the ship’s side, and guffawed.

On the way to the captain, she passed Tork, the old salt who believed rum would hold off scurvy. He offered her a sip. She paused to gulp several mouthfuls, urgently needing the courage. The brew burned going down but gave her strength.

Chin up, she knocked at the heavy wooden door of the captain's private chamber

As the door opened, she saw Jean Claude waiting -- shirt off, pants low, feet bare -- his mouth curved in a wicked grin. “Sit, Stam,” he ordered, pointing to his bed.

“I’d rather st. . .stand, Sir,” she stuttered.

The captain's eyes narrowed. She sat.

“As a pirate, you be a waister, not worth your rum,” Jean Claude thundered, striding closer. “But as a woman, ye be a hearty, handsome lass.”

“I hold my own,” Carolyn protested, springing up. Then as she caught his meaning, she realized her sudden bolt had sent her right into the captain's well-muscled arms. With her head pressed against his chest, she trembled even more.

Suddenly she felt his fulsome fullness pressed against her secret chamber. She whimpered and attempted to retreat.

He laughed then, swept her up, and laid her back upon the bed. “A fine bachelor’s wife you’ll be, me lass,” he said as his lips sealed hers.

Hands that had taught her how to weld a sword began stroking thigh and hips. Fingers that had earlier guided her in the handling of ropes, now inserted themselves inside her already moistened chamber.

She gasped and groaned, “Oh!”

But in a heart-thudding second she shrieked, “Stop! Article nine says you can't . ."

Jean Claude raised his head to peer down. “Shiver me timbers, lass. Thar be no plunder when me finger finds you wetter than the briny blue.”

He chuckled as he unwound the linen from her breasts. Before her blushes passed, he was sucking at each rose-hued nipple. Again his finger breached her liquidy depths.

Carolyn had run away from Catholic school to become a pirate. She'd had no experience in being bedded, but Jean Claude’s roughened fingers soon acquainted her with what she'd missed. With his assist, her hand scaled up and down his flagstaff as easily as she’d earlier climbed the xebec’s wooden masts.

For a moment Jean Claude’s amused grin encouraged her, but the captain was never content to sail gentle waves. He soon fitted her atop his bone-hard limb and ordered, “Ride me kellick, lass. Give no quarter.” Gallantly she tried.

But Jean Claude shook his head. “Ye be no more than a sprog,” he laughed. With eyes glowing dark in lustful glee, he threw her down and clambered atop. Quickly he pierced the wall of her maidenly harbor and sped full thrust into her sweetness, driving his bowsprit back and forth across her rudder. Her gasp came in waves of astonished pleasure. Enjoying the surprise in her eyes, Jean Claude pumped her tight, little lastage full with frothy pirate treasure.

When twas over, he murmured words sweeter than sea-driven winds. His lips caressed, his fingers fondled,and then he drove her mad once more.

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“Queen Neptune!” the pirates cheer for Carolyn as her pistols smoke and her cutlasses cut. She's the Jack of Staves now and earns her rum as lookout atop the highest mast.

But each night as the Jolly Roger flaps wild against the wind and the ship's bow pierces through the cold and briny waves, Jean Claude and Queen Neptune roll, plunge, and thrust most contentedly inside the captain’s private chambers.

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Pirate Speech:


Lubber –--------- untried sailor, land dweller

Jack of Coins –- position of authority among pirates, usually the one
----------------------who handles hiring and paying of the crew

Xebec -------------three masted pirate’s ship

Old salt -----------experienced sailor

Waister -----------an incompetent sailor

Article nine ------ a pirate should not meddle with a woman without having her consent

Kellick -------------ship’s anchor

No quarter ------- no mercy

Sprog -------------- raw, untrained recruit

Bowsprit ---------- the pole at the front of the ship

Rudder ------------ the part which controls and guides the ship

Lastage-------------the ship’s hold

Jack of Staves -- first lietuenant


Note: The following sites were instrumental for this story:


the source of my vocabulary for the pirate speech:

http://www.thepiratesrealm.com/pirate%20talk.html

http://www.io.com/~sj/PirateTalk.html


ship parts:

http://www.wanttaja.com/navlinks/SHIPVIEW.HTM#Spar


nautical terms:

http://phrontistery.info/nautical.html


information about the pirate codes and articles:

http://www.thepiratesrealm.com/pirate%20code.html

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