Date: Sun, 10 Jun 2012 12:29:02 +0200 From: Amy Redek Subject: Fighting Pirates. Part Five. This story is for persons of eighteen years or over. All comments, good or bad, are welcome and all will be answered. Part Five William came on deck just as dawn was breaking and suddenly the ship came to life, seamen appearing on both ships and orders were given and the men quickly began to release the ropes and we drifted apart. Mr Davis shouted out for the top men to get aloft and release the sails and soon we were moving under the power of the wind. The Genoese ship fell in line astern with Mr Tombs acting as Captain and one of our men as helmsman. They also had some of our crew on board as we had some of theirs so that there couldn't be any gathering to try and retake the ship. William set the course and it was soon eight o'clock and he took over the deck. I started to leave when he stopped me. `The rigging Jim,' he said sternly. `No!' I cried out. `Yes,' he said. `It's been over two months. Now in the tub and let's see you reach the top.' `Wil...er,' I stuttered. I couldn't argue for he was the Captain of us all and quite a few of the crew had heard him give me the order. `Aye aye sir,' I said quietly and left the poop deck and stripped my clothes off and jumped into the cold water, dunking my head and flexed my muscles knowing that they were going to hurt. A cloth was thrown to me as I climbed out and I swung my arms and began to take deep breaths to get as much oxygen as I could into my blood. I dropped the towel and still naked, not ashamed of what I had between my legs or letting the crew see my bare bum which many coveted as I climbed up onto the bulwark by the ratlines that led to the crow's nest. I took hold of this rope ladder and swung myself round so that I was on the inside and hanging by my hands and then began to reach up one hand at a time and slowly began to pull myself up. It looked a long way to the top and I steadily moved upward, upward with arms already beginning to feel the strain of my suspended body hanging out in space. Sweat had already started running down my face, chest and back as I kept reaching up one hand at a time. As William had said, I hadn't done this for over two months and then only once. I didn't dare look down or I would have frozen but kept looking up, seeing the nest getting closer. I was now gritting my teeth, shaking the sweat from my eyes, eyes only having one thing in view. Those last two rungs, closer now, Ten! I counted ten. Now nine and I wanted to cry out from the pain in my arms and chest. Eight, then seven. Keep going, keep going I said to myself, keeping reaching up. My hand shaking as the fingers curled round the rope and there were only four left. Keep going, keep going my mind screamed out, screaming as were the muscles in my back. My body felt like a ton weight and slowly being torn apart. Three and I'm there, three more, don't stop now I cried out aloud though they couldn't hear me down below. Two! Two and I couldn't release my fingers to reach up. Move, move! Just don't hang here, move! My fingers slowly started to obey my brain and came free and I heaved on the one arm keeping me up in the air and inch by inch my hand felt for the rope and grasped it and gave out a great groan. One more, just one more and it was the thought of letting William down that suddenly gave me the strength to heave that little bit more and reach up and take hold of that last rung. I swung my other hand up and now held it with both and I could hear the cries and cheers as I swung on this last rung and felt the hammering of my heart. A rope had been swung from below and I felt it brush my back and only now did I look down and saw that it was William swinging the rope towards me. It shook against my left arm and I release this hand and grasped it and swung myself round and grabbed it with the other. It was still a strain on my arms but my body felt lighter now as I moved downwards hand over hand and my mind was shouting out with glee that I'd managed it and before I knew it I was only six feet from the deck and I had to fight my fingers to release myself and dropped to the deck. I staggered as I landed and William was the first there to support me as many hands banged me on the back as I bent forward, gasping for air, my hands hanging loose down at my sides. Sweaty as I was, William picked me up and dropped me into the tub. The shock of the cold water revived me as I went under and shot up still gasping. `Well done Jim lad. Well done,' he said as he pulled me out and began drying me with a cloth as I stood there still trembling and now shivering and finally was able to lift my head and grin up at him. `Now get some other bugger to do it,' I said, and he laughed. `I don't think, apart from me, that any others could do what you've just done. I'm so proud of you Jim,' and passed me my clothes and with his arm round my shoulders, led me off to our cabin. I was let off the leg exercises for that day. * For ten days we moved south, using only our t'gallants for we were a much faster ship than our captured one, wallowing after us under full sail. At night, we had a lit lantern hoisted aft while she carried one forrad so that we could keep an eye on each other during the hours of darkness. It's surprising at how boring it can be at sea for the most part. We'd been at sea for nearly three months and had about one hour's fighting, but there again, if you are successful in the fight, the pay's very good considering how many other fingers are dipping into the till as it were. I still wasn't spared from further mistreatment by William. Every morning for one hour I had that bloody cannonball tied to my ankles to keep lifting it high though I must admit it wasn't long before I could go the whole hour doing this. Then the bugger made it a thirty pound ball to be followed some months later with a forty pound one. I still had watch duties and was able to get the stolen opportunity of having my cock sucked by Digby and me sucking on his, but I kept my word to William in respect of this. That was not to fuck about with Digby whilst on watch and a little sucking did not constitute fucking in my book. But William was still getting his end away with me which I would never have dreamed of saying no to him as I wanted it as much as he did. * We arrived at Antigua and into the harbour, having the Genoese ship anchor in the bay while we tied up to one of the quays. William was soon ashore to speak with the Governor in respect of our captured ship and its crew. He even managed to secure the services of some army men to stand guard on the ship against any looters for he said to me later that we would take the loaded ship back with us to England in the not too far distant future. We even had some soldiers placed aboard our ship to act as sentries and give us a break from watch keeping ourselves. This I welcomed for it meant that I could then spend all night in bed with William and sometimes get ashore with Digby for I like fucking a male now and again. Though this time ashore I went as an officer and could wear a sword to denote my rank and it made a big difference in the taverns. Best table, instant service and left alone if I required it. This still didn't prevent trouble when it reared its ugly head. I'm sure that British seamen fought more ashore than they ever did at sea. If it wasn't one tavern hosting a minor battle then it would be another, having different ship's crews voicing their opinions on which was a better ship. Mind you, a lot of fights started because of vengeance or petty grievances quickly followed by avarice. It didn't pay to show a full purse but scrabble in your pockets for a few coins to pay ones dues. * It was our second day in port and Digby and I went ashore and had a drink in a tavern before I booked a room up to which we went. Inside, we kissed and undressed and fell on the bed, each grasping the others rampant prick and stuffing it our mouths to suck. It was lovely to be laying out full length on a bed with him, feeling that silken skin glide smoothly on the hard muscle beneath it and feel the pulse through my hand and in my mouth. We played and sucked upon each other till the resulting emission we both received and turned and kissed with sperm covered lips as we fooled about by trying to pass one from the other. We later assumed the position and I had his cock up my backside and enjoyed having him fuck me, knowing that I would soon have the pleasure of fucking him. Stroking his bare back and caressing the cheeks of his bum as my prick moved in between them till I held him fast and jerked myself in short sharp stabs as I came inside him. We lay together all through the afternoon, kissing and stroking each other until darkness fell. Then it was time to return to the ship and so, it was with reluctance that we got up and dressed ourselves. I had already paid for the room and so we went out into the night and made our way towards our ship though we didn't get far before being set upon by four footpads. It was the sound of the running feet that gave us a moments warning, enabling us to turn, but Digby still took the blow of a cudgel to his shoulder. His reeling body across my front enabled me to draw my sword and pierce the chest of one man. I caught the flash of a blade in the faint light of a street lantern and was able to raise mine to the clash of steel on steel. I managed to push this man back for me to step over Digby and swing my sword at another man, making him jump back. `Up Digby, up!' I cried as I fended off another attack, from two sides this time. Parrying one and blocking the other. `I'm up Jim,' I heard from behind me. `With a cudgel too.' I saw this club come past my shoulder and catch a footpad a lovely crack on his head. He reeled back hampering another with a raised sword that gave me the opportunity to lunge forward and run him through. The last man turned to run and I quickly lunged forward and caught him in his upper back and he gave out a cry and fell face down in the dusty road. Digby grabbed the man he had hit and we dragged him along in the dirt until we had him underneath a lantern. `Collins by God,' I cried when Digby held his head up by the hair for us to recognise him. `Bastard,' Digby snarled as he kicked him in the kidneys. `Let's take him back to the ship and have the Captain deal with this footpad.' We then dragged Collins along with us and ran into another two of our crew who then, when told who it was and what he had tried to do, kicked and punched him and helped us get him to the ship. We got him aboard and while they tied him to the ship's rail, I went aft and told William briefly of what had happened and he came out onto the deck and ordered lanterns brought. Collins was compos mentis by now and scowled at us as we approached him. `So Collins,' William began as he faced him. `A short while ago you attacked a ship's officer in a tavern ashore for which I should have had you hung there and then, but I didn't. Now you have turned into a thief and a footpad and once again, attacked one of my officers. Do you have anything to say to this?' `Him? An officer? He's just a jumped up bum boy and you're the bugger that fucks him,' he snarled and William made to move forward but restrained himself, his face full of black thunder. `By the power invested me by King William the Third, finding you to be a footpad and thief, I sentence you to being hung in the morning at eight bells. Mr. Tombs! Set a watch on him for tonight and tomorrow we'll rid the earth of this scum and let it be known through the town that I will do the same to any footpad, thief or murderer that I catch.' With that, he turned and went off to our cabin and I moved out of the lantern's light and caught Digby's arm. `Thanks for the help back there,' I said. `No, it's for me to thank you for I was the one struck down. If you hadn't your sword with you, I'd be lying dead out there.' I gave his arm a squeeze. `We looked after each other,' I said. `That we did,' he grinned, me knowing that he was referring to our earlier seeing to each other. I then went to our cabin to see William and found him pouring out a glass of wine. He looked up at me and got another glass and poured one out for me and passed me over the glass. `You're like a candle. Drawing trouble to yourself like a flame attracts moths. It's our second time in port and you've been involved in a brawl both times,' he said. `I don't go looking for it,' I replied in my defence, taking a sip of the wine. `The first time was because of bad words about us. This time there was no provocation. We were just set upon.' `We?' I hung my head down at that. `I was with Digby.' `Did you enjoy yourself?' `Yes sir. That is until we were attacked. Digby was felled at the outset and I had to protect him. I...I killed the other three.' `Well done if that's the case. Then have no worry about that for doing the right thing in protecting a friend,' he said with a smile and downing his glass and refilling it. `Have you eaten yet?' `No. I've tried to eat ashore once before and rather not try again here,' I replied with a grin. `Dinky!' William roared out. `I haven't eaten yet either.' `Yes Captain sir?' our cabin boy said as he came in. `Dinner for two and tell Cookie to make it a good one.' `Yes sir,' he said and went out. `Tell me Jim,' William said softly moving round behind as I was by now sitting down in a chair, and his hand came and stroked my neck. `Do you love Digby?' `Yes. No. Oh William,' I said, my voice choking with emotion and pulling his hand down from my neck and kissing it. `I love you for what you have done for me and what you give me. I love your body completely. No, I worship your body. It's hard and firm and yet it is gentle. I love it when you make love to me for I think you have a kind of love for me, but though I take the place of a woman in your life, I'm still growing into a man and have the same needs as you. Digby gives me what you do not and therefore I love him too.' Tears were running down my face. `I don't want you to think that I love you less for me not being able to fuck you, or have you suck my prick. I loved you before those thoughts came into my head. I get from him what I don't from you but that is only of the flesh, not of the heart.' My hair was pushed off the back of my neck and he kissed me there before clearing his throat and moving round the table and I'm sure I saw tears in his eyes too. I wiped away mine with the back of my hand and was composed when Dinky brought in our dinner which we ate in silence. In fact nothing was said until we were in bed together. We were naked as usual and he was lying on top of me, my erection hard up on my stomach alongside his. `I love you too Jim,' he said softly and kissed me and held me tight and I felt him give a shiver as he buried his face into my neck. My arms though they were already round his massive shoulders, I squeezed him all the same. `I must say,' he began, his voice muffled where it was, `that you can really squeeze the breath out of me for your arms are really strong now.' I was so conscious of his throbbing cock squashed up against me that the urge inside me was getting stronger by the minute. `Now William, now. Make love to me. Hurt me even but put yourself inside me. Please, I can't wait much longer.' He rolled off me and I saw him wipe his eyes for the second time this evening and he gave a sniff as I rolled onto my front and rose up onto my knees. He got between my legs and I felt his hand run over the cheeks of my bum several times and then got a shock when I felt him kiss them. His hands then roved up and down my sides as I felt the head of his cock who didn't need guidance now as to where it had to go. His hands were still moving as his hips moved forward and I felt his cock begin to widen my back passage as it sought entrance into my grotto. I helped by moving back and felt it slide in and then I was filled by the girth of his shaft. That solid yet pliable piece of flesh that gave me pleasure was moving once again inside me and it was something that I would never give up and would fight any man to keep it there. As he moved forward into me I would surge back onto him and gurgle with delight when it really throbbed and sent his seed up into me. I literally cried when he pulled out of me for the loss was great, much greater than it was with Digby. Not because of size but of the way he loved and fucked me. I dragged myself off the bed and went and got a cloth and washed his wilting cock before getting back into bed and taking his soft prick into my mouth to suck and gently chew on him and that lovely organ of his. He then pulled me up the bed and cuddled me and with me facing outwards, took my erection and slowly masturbated me till I gave a groan for him to hold me tight and work his hand faster till I shot my load out and onto the rough deck instead of soiling the sheet. I fell asleep like this in the arms of the man I loved. * We were woken by the watch banging on the cabin door shouting out that it was six bells, seven o'clock. `Time for a hanging,' William said, crawling over me and getting out of bed and because of the occasion, got dressed instead of dragging me out to our tub on the deck. I quickly got dressed too and followed him out. Most of the crew were already milling about on the foredeck, many again because of knowing Collins. All the circumstances of why Collins was roped to the rail and under the threat of execution were known by all and they waited for this event. William spoke to Mr Tombs at length about the supplies and stores we would require for our next venture before telling him to get a rope slung over the yard arm. Mr Tombs then detailed two men to take a rope and prepare it for the hanging. They scampered off and everybody watched this rope being passed over the spar and a noose fashioned at one end. Two soldiers had been sent by the Governor to assist and report and it was they who untied Collins from the rail and tied his hands behind his back and stood him on the deck and placed the noose over his head and secured it round his neck. Ten men had been detailed to the other end of the rope and they now stood there waiting for the order from William. He was on the poop deck and looking at the hourglass and then straightened his shoulders and came down and stood before Collins as the two soldiers came to attention. `You were tried and condemned to death yesterday. The time is nigh,' he said to Collins who seemed to have shrunk in stature now that he was about to die. `Do you have anything further to say?' and the watch keeper rang eight bells. `Fuck you! Fuck you all!' he cried and William gave the signal and the ten men then pulled the rope taut and ran back along the short deck and Collins suddenly rose up into the air, his feet kicking as he slowly spun round in his struggle as the noose tightened around his neck. He was still twisting round and his struggles grew weaker as the rope was tied off and the men came back to stand and look up at the hanging man. We watched as his body was now only twitching and then became still in bodily movements and just slowly turned in the light breeze and we knew that he was then dead. He was left there hanging all day and many ghouls among the population came to look at the body as it still slowly turned in the wind. It wasn't lowered until eight bells that evening and the soldiers took the noose off and he was carried to a waiting cart on the quay to be taken away and buried. I had been told earlier that the three other men had already been carted away and buried, un-named and would probably be soon forgotten. `Well you seem to be some sort of hero Mr Jim,' Mr Tombs said as he sat down for dinner with us. `Young Digby has told the whole crew how you stood up to four footpads, protecting him and killing three of them and capturing that scoundrel Collins. The whole town knows too,' he smiled and I felt my face go red with embarrassment. * I was glad that we left two days later and set sail again northwards where William assured us there were sweet pickings to be had and he wasn't wrong. We'd only been out three days when we saw another brig, like ours in size and it had obviously just come through the islands for it was heading east. Though not like ours for the only difference was that it was flying a flag of Spain. Legitimate prey. We altered course and gave chase and it was fortunate that we'd spotted them quite early after daybreak for even though they cracked on as much sail as she could carry, we were quickly overhauling them. They had probably spotted us about the same time for they'd altered course but there was nowhere for them to run and hide from us. It was a stern chase and I took a chance and asked William if we could try for a mast shot from a hundred yards. This would mean us losing a couple of hours if it went wrong for we would have to swing off to one side or the other to bring a gun to bear. William studied the Spanish ship for a minute or two before slowly nodding his head and I quickly went down and got Baxter to captain the forrad gun and shoot to dismast her. `A stern shot? You can't be serious?' he asked incredulously. `Look, I promised the Captain that we could do it. He will alter course to give us a hundred yard shot.' `A hundred yard shot?' `Yes. You can do it! The captain will be grateful in bringing this chase to an early finish,' and I smiled at him, `though I'd be even more than grateful.' `The rope locker?' he smiled. `Where else?' I said giving him another big smile. `I'll go up and find which way he will turn,' and left him before he changed his mind and left him to get the chain shot ready in both of the forrad guns. I ran up to the foredeck and then up to the poop deck. `Which way are we turning captain?' I asked. `You'll know when I decide,' he snapped. `Have both forrad guns loaded with chain shot.' `Already loaded sir,' I said with a smirk. `Then get below where you belong,' he snapped again and turned away to look at our target. `Aye aye sir,' I said, feeling my face going red at being admonished in front of the others and quickly fled below. `Which way are we turning Mr Jim?' Baxter asked. `The bugger wouldn't tell me,' I snapped at him and he gave me a smirk and I realised that I shouldn't have used that word in reference to the captain. `You'll find out when he turns so you watch to starboard and I'll watch the other. Just be ready.' By craning my neck out through the gun port, I could just see the ship ahead of us and it was several minutes before I noticed that we had started to turn before I could feel the ship start to heel over to starboard. `Larboard side,' I shouted out to Baxter and got out of the way as he ran over and got ready to see that the angle was right. I watched from another gun port as we swung and was on tenterhooks that his shot was true. `Fire when you bear,' I shouted out and in the next instant, the gun fired. We were enveloped in a cloud of smoke and so couldn't see the fall of shot. `Reload!' I screamed out for it looked as though we were going to go round on that side. As the smoke began clearing I could see the cannon back on its ropes and the muzzle being swabbed while another man held the powder for loading when Mr Davis came clattering down onto the gun deck. `Cease fire!' he shouted out. `Cease fire! Mr Jim to the poop!' `Cease fire!' I shouted out. `But stand by ready. Baxter! One shot fired from them, give them a broadside.' `Aye aye Mr. Jim,' he called out as I left to go up top. `Brilliant Jim, brilliant. A master stroke,' William said as he turned to me. `Well done.' I looked across at the other ship and saw that the mast was still standing. `But we missed the mast,' I said pointing at it. `Yes, but the shot was even better. It took out the taffrail and swept the poop clear of all officers and men and the helm. The ship's disabled in steering and the crew have surrendered without having any officers to lead them.' I was dumbstruck as I looked over and saw some of the crew waving white things and waving to us as we closed in towards them. `Mr. Tombs. Take Mr. Jim with you and ten men and accept their surrender.' `Aye aye sir,' and he left the poop deck and William slapped me on the back as I went past him to follow Mr. Tombs. He was already shouting out the names of the men to follow and I grabbed a sword and made ready with the others for the order to board. My heart was still thumping like crazy at us having made a fluke shot and won the fight without receiving one back. I felt the two hulls grind together and Mr Tombs shouted out to board. We climbed over the bulwarks and jumped onto the other deck and the Spanish seamen made way for us, holding their hands up as we spread ourselves out on the foredeck `Do any of you men speak English?' Mr. Tombs called out. `Alguien habla Ingles? Anglohablante?' I shouted out. Anyone speak English? English speaker? That was what I had asked, having learned that whilst a prisoner of the pirates. One of the older men of the other crew shuffled forward slightly from the others and gave a little wave of his hands. `Senor, por favor. I speak little of English,' he said. `Al nino al senor?' another man sneered. A boy a man! `Callarse!' I said to him as I belted him on the ear. That meant for him to shut up or be quiet. `All yours Mr Tombs.' I think that because I was carrying a sword instead of a cutlass showed them that I was, though as the man had said, a boy, I was still an officer though not the one in command. `Mr Jim. Take two men and check the lower decks,' Mr Tombs said and I acknowledged the order and pointed to the nearest two and led them below as Mr Tombs began to speak to the Spaniard. We scoured below without finding anybody and reported this to Mr Tombs who had sorted out the Spaniards into two groups. These were being kept under guard as it were while men from our ship were all over the poop deck, manhandling ropes to try and connect up a jury rig for a helm to be able to steer the ship. Also men were climbing the after mast to connect ropes to stabilize it and I now saw what our shot had achieved. Our chain shot had hit the taffrail about a foot above the decking and taken the lot away as well as the wheel of the helm. It had also swept all officers and men that had been there and the flailing chain had lost most of its impetus because of this and only wrapped itself round the mast instead of shearing it off. Though it did sever all the stays and it was a wonder that it was still upright. `Jim!' William shouted out from our poop deck. `Don't stand there gawking. Bring those men over here, now!' `What men?' I asked, more to myself, looking round. `These men,' Mr Tombs said, indicating one of the two groups. `Take them over to our ship and the Captain will take care of them.' Not quite sure what was going on did as I was told and signalled the men to change ships. Those pointed at began to clamber over the bulwarks and I, like a sheep, followed them. `What the hell is going on Wil...er, sir?' I asked. `Well we can't let a prize so easily won slip from our grasp by leaving the whole crew on their own without an officer to give them orders now can we?' he said with a satisfied smile. The upshot was that we sailed both ships south with both crewed by half English and half Spaniards who, in spite of the language difference, appeared to be enjoying themselves, well, those on our ship anyway. I didn't get William to myself till after midnight and couldn't wait for him to get into bed so that I could take his cock into my mouth and bring it to a full erection. Big, hard, ready and welcomed its presence a few minutes later, once more up my backside. To feel that silken sheath sliding in my passage, soothing and exciting me at the same time, making my own penis become hard and unbearable until he used his hand to relieve me. He hadn't come at that time and he rode me quite hard and I enjoyed having him in the saddle till he reached the point of no return and came with quite some force inside me. I stayed awake those four hours, kissing, stroking, sucking and generally trying to show William of how much I loved not just his strong body but the man within. I wanted to mount him while he was flat on his back. To have his erection up inside of me while I masturbated over his chest and then to lick it off of him, but, this wasn't the time and so just before I was due on watch, let him have me again from behind and cried when he'd finished and pulled out of me. The loss of his body and heat was almost heartbreaking but I had my watch to consider and so reluctantly got off the bed and washed him before getting dressed and with one final kiss, went out and up onto the deck. *