Cap n Angie and the Return of the Booty
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I just want to say, this story took so much longer to write than I had anticipated. I put a lot of love and effort into it, so, you know, please don't be a dick and judge it too harshly! That said, please enjoy and let me know what you think of it :)
This is a prequel to https://xhamster.com/stories/cap-039-n-angie-633514, so don't worry if you haven't already read that story yet :P
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For Danielle
Cap'n Angie and a Fair Maiden's Booty
Gather round, ye scurvy dogs, for I've a tale to tell!
About a fearsome pirate, and a fair maiden's booty!
We begin on the shores of a beach. 'Tis a bright and sunny day, with the seagulls crying overhead.
The waves lapping at the shore like a hungry sailor's tongue on a whore's nether regions.
As well as seashells and a dropped ice cream or two, and also a discarded plastic shovel buried in the sand, something else could be seen laying in the sand.
A lump of tattered clothes with soaking wet, black matted hair was laying strewn and face-down in the golden sand.
'Twas a washed ashore body.
Fortunately, a young lady came along, and discovered the body.
With some effort, she managed to turn the body over. To her shock, she saw that it was a pretty young woman, no older than herself.
Her eyes closed, her breath so shallow, she couldn't tell if she was breathing at all.
Without thinking, the lady dropped to her knees, pinched her nose - the other woman's nose, I mean, not her own nose. Like, c'mon she may be washed up but she doesn't smell like something dredged from the sea! >:/ In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this knocked-out woman was the most sweetest, cleanest and loveliest smelling washed up woman ever, thank you very much! - and pressed her lips to the unconscious woman's lips.
'Twas indeed a tense few moments, but with a sudden splutter, the young woman coughed up some water.
"Gross! ...Is that better?"
The young lady declared and asked with a big grin and a warm chuckle as she looked down at the woman,
whose eyes only briefly opened onto hers.
The woman mumbled something, but it was inaudible to the young lady, who lowered her ear down to her mouth. Her lips stopped moving, but she was now breathing normally. She held her head back and looked at her again, her eyes had shut. She passed out again.
The young lady stood up, adjusting her glasses with her fingertip, and looked around.
"C'mon... Stop fooling around now... Wake up."
She implored the passed out woman at her feet, even going so far as to prod her gently with her shoe.
"I'm not carrying you, if that's what you're thinking. Wake up..."
Still nothing.
"Fine,"
She sighed as she reached down and began dragging the woman up the beach,
"You owe me!"
Some time passed by.
The woman was laying in a big cosy bed in what she thought was a log cabin.
Everything seemed to have been made out of oak wood, including the bed.
A small fire was crackling away in the corner.
The young lady was sat beside the bed on a rocking chair, watching over the woman, while a little cat sat on her lap, purring away and kneading her frock-covered thighs.
"Uuhmm..."
The woman suddenly began to stir with a mumble.
The lady jumped up to her feet, almost sending the little kitty flying!
She leaned over the woman, whose eyes began to slowly twitch open.
From the woman's point of view, she had opened her eyes to look up at the most beautiful face she has ever seen.
A little small weak smile formed on her face.
"Hi sleepy head."
The young lady giggled softly, greeting her smile with her own.
She reached a hand down to stroke her face.
"Is this really what heaven looks like?"
The woman weakly asked as her eyes moved across the room, before falling back onto the lady's gorgeous face.
"Heaven?"
The lady giggled again.
"At least the angels look beautiful..."
"You're not dead, ya dingus!"
She chuckled,
"You're in Sint Maarten."
"Well, looking up at you, is the closest thing to heaven."
She winked at her and chuckled, which made her cough weakly.
"Oh stop!"
The lady swooned, and grabbed the cup of water beside the bed,
"Here, drink this."
She passed her the cup, both their fingers touched as she handed the cup over, which made both women feel a little spark.
The woman had a few sips of water.
"Got anything a little stronger?"
She asked.
"I don't think you should be drinking anything stronger in your condition."
The lady remarked.
"I've just spent the last 40-odd hours at sea, I'm getting pretty tired of gulping down water!"
She chuckled, this time she didn't cough.
"Well, lucky for you, you were found by a lady who owns her own pub, so I'll fix you up a little something stronger later, OK?"
She just smiled at her with reassurance.
The woman finished her drink and passed the cup back to her.
"What's your name?"
The sleepy woman asked her as she placed the cup by the large mug of fresh water, which also had a couple lemon slices floating in it.
"Daniella."
The lady replied after putting the cup down.
"Ah, Daniella... A beautiful name to match a beautiful face."
The weakly woman smiled as she lifted herself up, placing the pillows against her back so she's now sitting up in bed more properly.
Daniella just looked at her, then looked down to her chest, and then looked back up again with another giggle.
The woman also looked down and realised that her nipples were out on show!
She pulled the covers of the bed up over her tits.
"Sorry."
She giggled sheepishly.
"S'alright. I don't mind being flashed,"
She chuckled,
"...Especially when they look that good."
She then quietly mumbled to herself, just out of the woman's earshot.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'what's your name?'"
She lied.
"Oh? Don't you recognise me?"
The woman grinned expectantly.
Daniella stared hard at her.
"Nope."
"Oh, c'mon, look harder."
The woman then changed her expression to look more stern and serious.
"I got nothing. Sorry."
"What?!"
The woman sighed in disbelief,
"It's me, Cap'n Angie!"
"Captain who?"
"Oh for... You never heard of the fearsome female pirate captain, Cap'n Angie?! The saucy scourge of the 7 seas? The woman who was twice voted 'Most Likely to Hang at Highgate' two years in a row at the annual pirate awards show?!"
"Never heard of ya."
Daniella stated blankly.
"...Poo."
Angie sighed dejectedly.
"So, you're a captain?"
Daniella asked, still thoroughly unsure of her claim.
"Yes. Well I was. I mean, I guess I still am."
"Where's your crew?"
"I... Haven't got one..."
"Oh. Well, where's your ship? You must have one of them, at least?"
"I... Haven't got one..."
"Uh. OK..."
Daniella looked to the empty cup of water by the bedside table,
"...You got a captain's hat, though, right?"
"Why, actually-"
Angie paused and thought about it,
"...I haven't got one..."
"So, you got no ship, no crew, and not even a hat. Wow, you must be the most un-captainy-ist pirate captain ever!"
She laughed derisively as she stood up and picked up the mug of water.
"Well, I had nearly acquired my own ship and crew, if it wasn't for the blasted Royal Navy blowing me the smithereens!"
She explained as she watched Daniella pour her out some more water into the cup.
"That's why I was out at sea, by the way, trying to capture a ship single-handedly. Makes a change of pace actually, usually it's me blowing a member of the Royal Navy...!"
She then laughed at her own joke like a total goofball.
"They do have lovely members..."
Daniella sighed as she picked up the cup and handed it to Angie.
"Oh well, it's just a little set back. I'll be a fearsome pirate captain in no time!"
Angie stated defiantly,
"...Once I find a ship... And a crew... And also a hat..."
"Sure you will."
Daniella smiled as she stroked her face once more.
"I will, I'll be the best pirate captain ever! You'll see!"
Angie declared.
"Of course you will."
She just smiled at her as she turned to head for the door.
"I will..."
Angie narrowed her eyes at her as she walked off, but was taken aback by the sight of Daniella's impressive-looking rump swaying from side to side as she walked.
"Get some rest, sweety,"
Daniella ordered her in a sweet yet semi-forceful kind of way,
"I'll be back to check on you later."
"...I will be the best pirate captain ever, I will."
Angie sighed and mumbled to herself as Daniella closed the door behind her.
After a day's rest, Angie felt reinvigorated.
Daniella had let her borrow one of her frocks and a pair of boots.
"I shall pay you in back in kind, once I settle a couple affairs."
Angie declared after changing into the outfit.
"Sure."
Daniella replied, her calm voice making Angie unsure whether she was being doubtful or not.
"Next time you see me, I shall have my own ship!"
"Of course."
Daniella just grinned at her.
Angie narrowed her eyes, studying the beautiful bespectacled grinning face of Daniella, whose dark brown hair was tied loosely in a bun on her head. She was trying to work out if she was being sincere or not...
She followed her down from the cabin and into the bar area.
"I'll, uh... See you around then."
Angie reluctantly bid her adieu.
"Don't get yourself killed, eh?"
Daniella replied and nearly took Angie by surprise as she wrapped her arms around her and pecked her cheek with a kiss,
"Take care."
"You too."
Angie looked at her, and lightly touched the spot on her cheek where she had been kissed.
She then turned around, and headed out of the bar, outside.
Angie's first port of call was to the docks.
She walked up and down the seafront, the salty air reminding her of a certain taste she knows only too well.
She was studying every ship, looking for the most beautiful one she could find, as dockworkers and sailors and pirates went about their business.
As she walked, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as her eyes caught the sight of the most gorgeous ship she had ever seen.
'Twas everything she had ever dreamed off in a ship.
Oh sure, it was already manned by a crew, and flying the flag with a vigil that everyone who's anyone knew and feared.
The ship belonged to the dreaded Captain Peacock.
Who's Captain Peacock, you ask?
What's wrong with you, you salty air-biscuit?! Have you never really heard about Captain Peacock?!
Why, he's only the greatest sword-master in all of the known world!
Taking his ship would indeed be a huge feat for Angie to pull off.
But she knows she's destined for greatness, and she can't have any self-doubt at all in acquiring such a landmark prize!
With a deep breath, she headed on board.
All the pirates on board immediately paused what they were doing to stare at the young woman brazenly walking onto the centre of the ship.
No one in their right mind ever dares to board this ship without expressed permission first. What she was doing was little more than suicide.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a pass-around, lads!"
One of the slightly rotund pirates exclaimed as he eyed up Angie.
"Yar!"
The others cheered.
"Where's the captain of this vessel?"
Angie ignored his comment to ask.
"Ye be wanting to see the captain?"
Another pirate stepped forth and asked her.
"Aye. Or has he been too long at sea to face a woman?"
She sneered.
"Maybe he'll see you. After me and the lads here have finished creaming on your face!"
The oafish pirate chuckled menacingly as he advanced closer towards her.
"Hm. I'd like to see you try."
She winked at him, encouraging him to come closer.
"Y'hear that, lads?! She's a game bird!"
He declared and laughed.
"Yarr!!"
The others laughed.
He stepped closer to her. He was so close that she could smell his disgusting BO.
"What are you waiting for, big boy? You want to touch?"
She smirked and stuck out her heaving bosom'd chest.
"I'm going to enjoy this..."
He chuckled to himself as he reached a hand out to grab one of her tits.
With a sudden turn of her arm, she had grabbed the back of his wrist and twisted his hand, snapping the bone in his wrist with a loud *crack!*
"ARRGGGHHH!!!"
He screamed as she kicked his knee, forcing his leg from out under him, knocking him onto the floor, and reached with her other hand to his waist to pull his cutlass out of it's sheath.
"Where's the captain?!"
Her voice bellowed as she raised the cutlass into the air.
The other pirates all drew their flintlock pistols at her, cocking them, filling the air with a sound like clicking knuckles..
"MY HAND!!"
The pirate at her feet cried out in agony.
"Looks like you won't be wanking for while."
She sniggered as she applied more pressure to his broken wrist.
"What's going on here?!"
A voice suddenly called out.
Everyone turned their heads towards the voice.
Out stepped a rather dashingly dressed, if slightly grizzled looking aged captain, who stepped out in front of Angie and the broken pirate.
"What's the meaning of all this ruckus?!"
He angrily asked. His pale blue eyes narrowed like steel into hers. A strand of his long silvery hair draped over his scarred and gaunt aged face.
"Ah, Captain Peacock, I presume?"
Angie greeted him, narrowing her eyes the same.
"Aye. What are you doing to my shipmate?"
His hand held steady onto his sheathed sabre handle.
"Just teaching him the proper way of how to chat up a lady."
She giggled.
"Let him go."
"Fair enough. What did you learn?"
She looked down and asked the injured shipman.
"That you're a fucking whore!!"
The pirate cried out bitterly through pain.
She squeezed and twisted his crocked wrist.
"ARRGGHH!!"
"No, silly, what do you say to the nice woman for teaching you a lesson?"
She asked with a smile, applying further pressure onto his shattered bone.
"ARGGHHH!! THANK YOU!!"
He cried out.
"'Thank you', for what?"
She continued torturing him.
"AGH FUCKI- ...THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME A LESSON!!"
He began to weep uncontrollably, tears steaming down his cheeks.
"That's better. And you're welcome."
She just casually smiled and released his hand.
He swiftly scuttled away from her, clutching his broken wrist.
"If you're done playing around with my crew, perhaps you'll tell me why you decided to interrupt my morning nap?"
The captain asked impatiently.
"Oh, sorry, I'll let you get back to your nap once you hand me over your ship."
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hand over my ship?"
He stared hard at her, and then began to laugh.
"What? What's funny?"
She just stared at him, her smile forming into a chuckling grin.
"The thought that I'd simply hand over my ship to anyone, let alone to a woman like you? That is priceless!"
He continued laughing as all his crew began laughing along uproariously with him.
"You're funny,"
Angie just chuckled,
"But seriously, hand over the ship."
"You gave me a good laugh, so, I'll tell you what. I'll let you leave my ship, with no harm done to you. You can't say fairer than that."
He dismissed her and turned his back to her.
With a sudden swing of the cutlass, she cut a strip of cloth off the back of his blue jacket.
He stopped immediately, and turned back around to face her. His eyes angry.
"Hand over the ship."
Angie winked.
"That's my favourite jacket you just cut."
He angrily sneered.
"I'll cut more than your jacket if you don't give me the ship."
She smirked.
"You want the ship?! Fine!"
He drew his impressive looking french-styled sabre out and held the tip of it against her cheek,
"You can have it. If you beat me in a duel!"
"Ooooh...!"
A loud gasp rang from the onlooking crowd of pirates.
"Defeat the greatest swordsman ever in a duel and you'll hand over the ship?"
Angie pondered as she swatted his sabre away with her cutlass,
"Easy!"
With a swift swing, they began to trade swipes and clangs of their blades.
Now, I'd like to tell you in full detail the exact choreography of their sword fight, about how they danced around the entirety of the ship, clanging and swishing and thlicking and twanging the blades of their respective swords, travelling all around the ship from deep in the bowels to the highest point of the crow's nest, and swinging from the ropes and sails like a couple of seafaring Tarzans.
But, 'twas indeed such a glorious spectacle, that a whole novel could be written about it!
And I, quite frankly, don't have the time nor indication to actually do that...
And I'm sure you wouldn't have the patience to read it, regardless, so, you know...
So, with that said, just take it from me, your reliable narrator, that this was the greatest swordfight in the history of swordfighting since Swordy McSworditton swung sabres with Cuthroat McGillicutty!!
Skipping ahead, we join our now exhausted duellers towards the end of their amazing battle.
They are stood together at the very end of the bowsprit, with swords interlocked in a standoff. Neither one giving the other an advantage.
"Tell me,"
Angie panted heavily, sweat dripping off her forehead,
"I've not had classic sword training, yet how is it possible that I've managed to stand toe-to-toe with the greatest swordfighter ever?"
"I'll let you in on a little secret..."
Captain Peacock panted heavily too, his back to the water, his foot hanging perilously off the edge of the large piece of timber,
"I've been going easy on you."
"What? Why? Because I'm a woman?"
Angie puffed, insulted by the remark.
"No,"
Peacock huffed,
"Because I'm tired... I'm tired of being a captain... Have you've any idea what it's like being surrounded all day by sweaty muscly men..."
"Well, actually..."
Angie paused but refused to say any more.
"I've been waiting for over 20 years for someone to come along and challenge me to a duel, so that I can lose and give up my ship to them..."
He continued to explain,
"But that's the trouble with having a reputation as the greatest swordsmen ever... No one dares to challenge me!"
"That sucks... So, does that mean you'll hand me over your ship?!"
Angie grinned excitedly at the thought.
"Not yet! You need to make it look convincing... Make it look like you've actually defeated me on your own merit... It's the only way you'll win my crewmates over. I know you are in need of a crew, you can't captain a ship without one. and they won't follow you if I simply hand the ship over to you."
"How do I know you're not just bluffing? For all I know, you're probably just full of shit, you're not really the greatest swordsman ever and I could just easily cut you to pieces right now and take your ship regardless?"
Without saying a word, Captain Peacock clipped Angie's blade away and, with rapid movement of his sabre, he had cut swipes and strips of fabric off of her frock.
Angie looked down at the damage, and saw that the words; "Really?! Still think I'm not the greatest swordsman ever?!" had been cut onto the frock in upside down writing so that she could read it from her point of view.
"OK, OK, I believe you!"
She gasped as they locked blades again.
"Get ready... I'm going to pull my blade away, and you're going to swing your sword at me, and I'm going to fall into the water. Don't worry, I got a vial of shark's blood around my neck, so it's going to look like you've just sliced my throat open. OK?"
He explained the plan.
"OK."
Angie nodded.
"Go!"
He pulled his blade away from hers, and she did exactly as planned.
Peacock fell backwards, letting out a dramatic 'Wilhelm Scream' of a cry as he did, and soon splashed into the water 30ft below.
Angie looked over the bow, and saw the blood pool around the now floating captain's body in the salty water.
She smiled and quietly uttered a "Thank you." to him.
She bent down and picked up his captain's hat which had fallen off of his head before the fall.
She then turned around to face the crowd of pirates, who all stood, stunned into silence at what they'd just witnessed.
She just calmly walked off the bowsprit, and stepped out in front of them.
"Did... Did she just kill Captain Peacock?"
One of the younger pirates asked another in shock.
She just smirked smugly as the pirates moved away from her, out of fear of her.
"Those who don't wish to stay aboard and serve me on my ship, have 3 seconds to get off of it."
She calmly spoke, but with threatening menace in her voice.
A few pirates quickly scampered off the vessel with their tails between their legs, while the majority stayed behind, staring in wonder at this woman who bravely fought and killed their legendary Captain Peacock.
"Good. That settles that."
She smirked.
"You guys answer to no one but me. What I say, goes. And you'll all do as you're told! Understood?!"
She fiercely asked.
"Aye aye, captain!"
All of the remaining crew replied.
"Good. Now, as captain, my first decree is to grant you all a 24-hour shore leave. Go and have yourselves some good o'l rowdy fun! I recommend drinking at The Cock & Pussy*, it's a great place with a great owner, I'd give it a 5 star Yar!** review."
*The bar owned by Daniella.
**A 17th Century version of Yelp! ...What? I was pretty pleased with that one :D lol
"But!"
The new captain quickly interjected before they left,
"Listen closely, ye hairy coconut-ticklers, for I'll only say this once. You're all to report back on this ship tomorrow morning at 10am sharp. Anyone who turns up late will drink from the spitoon bucket!"
"Aye aye, captain."
The crew agreed.
"And one last thing,"
She paused to placethe captain's hat onto her head,
"You're to address me as 'Cap'n Angie!'"
As the crew disengaged from the ship, excitedly scuttling off to the various drinking holes/brothels, Captain Angie sorted to her second port of call. The local tannery. If she's to be captain, she can't be walking around in a torn second-hand frock. She picked out a couple hides of red and black tanned leather.
"How does madame wish to pay for this?"
The gruffled tanner asked.
"Pay? I'm a pirate captain!"
She scoffed.
"Ah, right, of course..."
The tanner smiled, before his expression changed back to a serious look,
"Pay up."
"...Let me just write you out a check."
She grinned sheepishly and wrote out a check.
"Thank you, Ms..."
He paused to look at the name on the check,
"...Daniella."
She took her hides, and headed to the local tailors.
"Make me an outfit."
She demanded the young seamstress, before telling her exactly what outfit she wants.
"OK, but, I've got a backlog of outfits to make. You can pick it up next week."
She explained to the captain.
"Next week?! No, no. I need it first thing tomorrow morning."
Angie smiled firmly.
"I think you don't understand. I have other dresses and outfits and suits that need tailoring first. You'll just have to wait."
"And I think you don't understand,"
She replied with a sudden scowl and pulled out her cutlass to point it at her,
"Unless you want me to go all Manatee Mark on you and make a dress from your skin, you'll close your shop and work on my outfit nonstop until it is completed by tomorrow morning!"
The young seamstress nervously gulped,
"I think we have an understanding."
"Good."
Angie smiled and sheathed her cutlass, before she then wrote her a check.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
It was now early in the afternoon, the blazing sun bearing down on the small paradisaical island.
She headed back to The Cock & Pussy. As she got there, she noticed is was ram-packed full of pirates, women and seaman.
She walked in, and stopped in her tracks when she saw Daniella from across the room serving a tray of drinks to a table of boisterous seamen with a couple of prostitutes. Daniella looked up and saw her stood there in the doorway.
Without saying a word, Angie started walking towards hers.
"There you are! I take it this is your doing?"
Daniella greeted her as Angie continued advancing towards her.
"What did you tell them about me? I've never seen this place so busy before!"
She continued talking with a pleased grinned as Angie stepped right up to her.
Without warning, Angie grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into her body, and snogged her face off!
"Wooooo!"
Every man and woman in the pub cheered at such a public display.
Daniella, was, of course, quite shocked, with her eyes almost popping out and knocking her glasses off as Angie smooched her.
But, with a quick push of her glasses back into place on the bridge of her lovely nose, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the snog.
"MWAH!"
Angie loudly popped her mouth off of Daniella's.
"Hi, love."
She then casually grinned, as though she hadn't had just worn the face off her!
"Hi Angie."
Daniella panted in reply, still rather shocked by what had just happened to her.
"That's Cap'n Angie, to you!"
She grinned, proud as punch to say that.
"Oh, you're a captain now? That was quick!"
The still slightly blustered lady laughed.
"Aye. Are you busy?"
Daniella looked around momentarily at the loud raucous crowd in the pub.
"A little."
"Well, you're about to get off!"
With that, Angie bent down, wrapped her arms around the thighs of Daniella, and scooped her up over her shoulder.
"NO-AAAHHH!!"
Daniella screamed out as she did that.
"Listen up all you seaman and seacows!! The drinks are on me!!!"
Angie yelled out to a crowd of cheers as she carried the only slightly kicking/shrieking Daniella up the stairs.
She took her to the bedroom, and, with a playful smack of her peachy butt (which had gotten exposed by her dress falling up over her hips), she threw her captive down onto the bed. Daniella was now laughing.
"What are you doing?!"
She howled with laughter on the bed,
"I got patrons to serve!"
"Sod them - allow me to serve you!"
Angie grinned lustfully.
She pounced onto her. Tearing at her frock as she continued snogging her.
She ripped the low cut top of the frock, exposing her perfect well-endowed full-bodied perky breasts, and started to kiss down from her chin and onto her neck/collarbone.
"Oh! Well, if you insist..."
Daniella panted as she felt Angie's lips on her skin.
She kissed down, kissing her awesome tits and then slowly kissed her nipples.
Daniella took off Angie's hat and placed it onto her own head and began stroking her black hair as she had her nipples lovingly adored by Angie's kisses.
I'll skip ahead a bit because, well, Angie spent a good long while just focused on her tits. I mean, how could she possibly be in any hurry at all to move on from the wonderful bosom of Daniella? :P
She finally started kissing down from those luscious mounds of pure pillowy perfection.
Ripping at the dress as she made her way down, exposing more and more silky-smooth flesh.
She was kissing around her perfect naturally-toned stomach. She even held the tip of her tongue out as she kissed her creamy milk-coloured skin. Kissing and licking around and also teasingly into her cute bellybutton.
The whole time, Daniella just laid there, purring happily with delight like a cute kitty cat.
Angie ripped off the lower part of her dress, and with a quick kick of her legs, Daniella was now laying naked before her, as Angie pressed her tits between her thighs, kissing/licking the lowest part of her stomach.
She looked up and saw Daniella looking ravishing, as she wore the captain's hat.
"Are you a captain now?"
Angie softly asked with a flirty chuckle, before pressing her lips to her skin once more.
"Damn right, bitch, I'm your captain now!"
She playfully replied.
"Hmm, yeah? Well I'm going to love sailing on your south seas..."
Angie purred as she moved down just that little bit further.
Daniella bit her lip, as she felt the warm soft gentle tongue of Angie slide right over her moist pussy.
She let out a soft moan, putting her hand onto her tits to rub her fingertips on her now stiff nipples, while Angie's tongue began storming up a typhoon down below her.
She writhed in pleasure, arching her back, swaying her hips, riding the waves of pleasure being given to her from betwixt her legs.
She could feel every bit of Angie's tongue parting her wet slits, and pushing right into the small moist entrance of her secret treasure chest. Her tongue stretched and pulled at her tight soaking wet walls, as she thirstily lapped up all the delicious juice being excreted from the delicious fruit that is her pussy.
She only ever paused tongue-fucking her when she would pull her tongue back and run it right over her clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue and sucking on it too. It's wasn't long until she was gripping the bedsheets extra tight as her body began to quake and the tremors inside her tipped her over the edge and she came right in Angie's face.
Angie just hungrily lapped up all the excess juice being poured out of her, drinking it down like a thirsty seadog.
She pulled back, and looked up at Daniella, who's cheeks were looking more than a little flushed, and the lenses in her glasses were beginning to steam up just a little bit.
"You're good! Mmmmm..."
She purred, licking her lips.
Angie just looked at her, she grabbed a little discarded hairband on the floor, and used it to tie her long flowing black hair back.
"You ain't seen nothing yet...!"
She quietly chuckled as she dived right back into that creamy little inviting pussy.
Daniella could only widen her eyes and gulp anxiously, because she knew as well as anyone else does, that once the hair gets tied back, things are REALLY about to kick off! :P
After about the Nth amount of orgasms, Angie finally eased her eager tongue.
She knelt back and looked at Daniella, who's angelically pretty face was looking just a little moist from post-orgasmic sweat. But, of course, that was nothing compared to how wet with Dani-juice that Angie's face was!
Angie watched for a few moments, watching Daniella's tits move up and down with her heavy breathing, as the sweet succulent aroma of Daniella's pussy radiated with heat across her nose.
"Come, cuddle with me."
Daniella panted as she held her arms out.
"I'll do more than cuddle you."
Angie winked as she threw off her torn and tatty frock, and stood up in all her naked glory.
She then crawled onto the bed and crawled over the top of the naked sweaty angel below her.
She sat on top of her as she lent down and gave Daniella a taste of her own flavour from her lips as they passionately snogged.
Daniella hugged her with her arms, as Angie put an arm under Dani's neck and placed her other hand onto one of her perfect tits, and gently played and teased her nipple while they kissed.
Needless to say, but that cuddle didn't go on for too long before Angie had positioned herself so that both their thighs were interlocked together, with their dripping wet cunts pressed together, and they fucked happily ever after...
Well, happily ever after being until god only knows when at night,
where, completely shattered from fucking all day, they both passed out asleep while spooning.
The two lovers woke up at the rising of the sun.
They just sleepily cuddled together for a while, softly mumbling sleepy things, while having a cheeky finger of each other...
As each minute passed, both girls eventually felt a little more awake.
"So, you're a captain now..."
Daniella quietly remarked as she reluctantly sat up and hanged her feet off the edge of the bed..
"Aye..."
Angie leaned herself up onto the pillow, laying on her side as she looked at the back of Daniella.
"Does that mean you're going to be setting sail, plundering ships, and grabbing lots of booty?"
She asked as she stood up off the bed, sleepily yawning and stretching.
"Looks like I already grabbed myself some fine booty!"
Angie grinned as she reached out and squeezed the cheek of Dani's butt!
"Oh!"
She gasped and giggled.
She then suddenly bent down.
"Woah."
Angie gasped to herself, as she was taken aback by such an exclusive in depth sight of Daniella's perfect anatomy.
She could only admire the view for a couple moments, as Daniella stood up strait again and turned around.
She was holding a pair of ironclad handcuffs.
"What's this?"
Angie grinned as Daniella got back onto the bed, and sat down on top of Angie.
"Well, you know..."
She just giggled as she slipped the cuffs onto Angie's wrists, and with no resistance at all, cuffed her hands to the bedposts,
"I seem to have caught myself a pirate captain, who's all tied up in my bedroom with no where to go..."
"Oh...!"
Angie panted, excited and turned on immensely.
"And what are you going to do about that?"
"I was thinking..."
Daniella paused and began to slowly run her fingertips down the sides of Angie,
"...I could go to the Governor and claim a tidy reward for capturing you!"
She threatened with a big grin.
"Funny."
Angie stared at her seriously.
"You don't really want to do that, though, do you?"
Angie then asked as Daniella just stared at her grinning playfully.
"I don't know, maybe... Unless you have someway of keeping my mouth shut?"
She giggled.
Before Angie could reply, Daniella started to go down on her.
Not stopping until she got down between her thighs, and immediately began helping herself to some fantastic breakfast in bed!
It seemed Daniella was more than content using Angie's deliciously sweet aromatic pussy as I means for keeping her mouth shut...
After lots of early morning fun together, Daniella eventually released Angie, and they both went to the washroom, to clean each other up, Which resulted in even more intimate kissing/licking/touching.
Eventually, they got dressed and made their way downstairs into the bar, which was strewn with the sleepy bodies of drunk pirates, seaman and whores, along with empty broken bottles, and damaged tables. Things had clearly gotten very rowdy!
"Oi! Wake up ye bunch of udder-lickers!!"
Angie exclaimed angrily.
"Just look at this mess! This was your doing, you're so going to help me to clean this up!"
Daniella huffed at Angie.
"Um,"
Angie looked around sharpish, and kicked the ribs of a young blond plain-faced hungover lad laying on the ground.
"You there, do you wish to serve aboard my ship as my personal cabinmate?"
"Um, er *hiccup*, sure OK..."
He sleepily hiccuped and picked himself up off the floor.
"Good. First things first, gather 10 men and women to help clean up this place. And then report to my ship at 10am sharp!"
Angie ordered.
"Uhh... Sure..."
He hiccuped again and drunkenly scuffled about, trying to wake some of the other passed out patrons to help him out with his task.
As he brushed past her, Angie grabbed his flintlock pistol.
She aimed it in the air and blew off (not like that!) a shot, startling everyone awake.
"Anyone serving on board my ship, are to get up immediately!! Or the next bullet is going between your eyes!! Everyone else, leave!"
Angie bellowed.
Everyone eventually made it up onto their feet and left the place. Except for a few 'lucky' volunteers who stayed behind to help clean up the place.
"Um, aren't you supposed to help clean this place up as well?"
Daniella asked, unimpressed.
"Oh, well, y'see, ha ha..."
Angie nervously grinned at her,
"...Nope."
"What do you mean, 'nope'?!"
She twisted her pretty face into an angry look.
"You look so cute when you're angry,"
Angie grinned cheekily,
"I got a couple errands to run, but please, do join me by my ship at 10, yeah? OK, bye!"
"Hey, wait!"
Daniella called out as she watched her rush off out the door.
Those couple of errands merely involved Angie picking up and changing into her freshly tailored red and black leather outfit, picked up from a very fatigued seamstress. She also acquired herself a sword and pistol holster, which she wore as a belt on her waist.
Lastly, she wrote a check for a beautiful long red coat, not too dissimilar in style to that of Captain Hook's.
It was now 5 minutes to 10 in the morning.
The good captain was stood on deck of her ship, watching as the crew, along with a few wenches, joined her on board.
"Is that everyone?"
She asked.
"Aye, Cap'n,"
Her simple looking blond cabinmate answered,
"Shall we set sail early?"
"No. I'm waiting for one last person to show up."
She suddenly noticed a familiar face in the crowd of her crew.
No, it wasn't the beautiful face of Daniella.
'Twas instead the ugly looking oaf from yesterday, whose broken wrist was fixed up in a sling.
She stormed over to him.
"You there, ye half-baked pile of clam-droppings! What are you doing aboard my ship?!"
She angrily asked, insulted by his mere presence.
"Well, um, y'see Cap'n, I uh, wish to serve you..."
He sheepishly replied.
"Oh? And why would I want some rapey snivelling thug like you serving me?!"
He didn't have an answer.
"Tell me? What would you do if another beautiful young lady was to board the ship while I'm taking a nap? Hm? Would you approach her? Try your luck copping a feel with her? Uh?"
She continued to interrogate him.
He sheepishly looked around, and then chuckled cheekily as he looked towards a mate of his.
"Depends how pretty she is."
He replied with a gruff chuckle.
*BOOM!*
Without saying a word, as cold as ice, Cap'n Angie had shot a bullet between his eyes.
His body flopped to the floor like a sandbag,
Everyone gasped and stood in stunned silence.
She blew the smoke away from the barrel of her gun, and holstered it.
"Someone clean up this mess."
She ordered and turned around.
She suddenly noticed a much prettier, friendlier face making her way towards to ship.
She grinned broadly and walked to the gangway plank.
"You didn't think I'd let you leave without a goodbye first, did you?"
Daniella greeted her with a big hug and kiss.
"Thanks for helping to clean my pub, by the way(!)"
"You're welcome."
Angie replied, ignoring the fact that Dani's question was dripping in sarcasm.
As they spoke, a loud splash was heard caused by some crewman tossing the bloated dead body overboard.
"Come, join me, my love. I shall treat you like a queen as we sail and conquer the seven seas!"
Angie pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I get seasick just looking at a goldfish swimming in a bowl."
She replied.
"Oh..."
Angie sighed dejectedly.
"Well, I shall return to you one day, with the bullion of 250 plundered ships! And you shall see that I have become the greatest pirate captain ever!"
Angie brimmed with confidence.
"Sure you will."
Daniella smiled at her.
They embraced once more, sharing a long steamy passionate full on snog.
During which, Angie had helped herself to more than a generous feel of the fair maiden's booty!
They reluctantly said their goodbyes, and kissed once more.
"I shall have the finest figurehead in all the world made for my ship, depicting the glorious beauty of you, which you shall see for yourself one day, when I return to you!"
Angie then told her.
"And I shall wait for such a day."
Daniella replied as she backed off the ship.
She stood on the dock, watching and waving as Angie began to sail the ship out.
Angie watched and waved back at her with a saddened smile.
She then noticed as a couple of merchants had walked up to Daniella, holding pieces of paper in their hands, waving it angrily in front of her face. They were the bounced checks written in her name. She turned back to look at Angie on the ship, her gorgeous face having changed from bittersweet sadness, to wrathful fury.
"ANGIEEE!!!! GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE!!! YOU'VE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!!!!"
She cried out angrily, as her eyeglasses steamed up.
Alas, Angie's ship sailed off and disappeared over the horizon.
"Cap'n, it's bad luck to sail a ship with no name."
A pirate had walked up to interrupt Angie has she wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Aye, of course,"
She gathered herself, stood up at the wheel to address the crew, and cleared her throat,
"I, your gorgeous fearsome captain, hereby name this beautiful ship in honour of the most beautiful girl around.. Daniella!"
The end.
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Well, technically, no, it's not really the end.
I mean, I told you at the start, this is a prequel, so, you know, there's another "Cap'n Angie" story continuing from this one!
Feel free to check that one if you haven't already, if you enjoyed this one.
And please leave a comment letting me know what you thought of my story :)
This is a prequel to https://xhamster.com/stories/cap-039-n-angie-633514, so don't worry if you haven't already read that story yet :P
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For Danielle
Cap'n Angie and a Fair Maiden's Booty
Gather round, ye scurvy dogs, for I've a tale to tell!
About a fearsome pirate, and a fair maiden's booty!
We begin on the shores of a beach. 'Tis a bright and sunny day, with the seagulls crying overhead.
The waves lapping at the shore like a hungry sailor's tongue on a whore's nether regions.
As well as seashells and a dropped ice cream or two, and also a discarded plastic shovel buried in the sand, something else could be seen laying in the sand.
A lump of tattered clothes with soaking wet, black matted hair was laying strewn and face-down in the golden sand.
'Twas a washed ashore body.
Fortunately, a young lady came along, and discovered the body.
With some effort, she managed to turn the body over. To her shock, she saw that it was a pretty young woman, no older than herself.
Her eyes closed, her breath so shallow, she couldn't tell if she was breathing at all.
Without thinking, the lady dropped to her knees, pinched her nose - the other woman's nose, I mean, not her own nose. Like, c'mon she may be washed up but she doesn't smell like something dredged from the sea! >:/ In fact, I'd go so far as to say that this knocked-out woman was the most sweetest, cleanest and loveliest smelling washed up woman ever, thank you very much! - and pressed her lips to the unconscious woman's lips.
'Twas indeed a tense few moments, but with a sudden splutter, the young woman coughed up some water.
"Gross! ...Is that better?"
The young lady declared and asked with a big grin and a warm chuckle as she looked down at the woman,
whose eyes only briefly opened onto hers.
The woman mumbled something, but it was inaudible to the young lady, who lowered her ear down to her mouth. Her lips stopped moving, but she was now breathing normally. She held her head back and looked at her again, her eyes had shut. She passed out again.
The young lady stood up, adjusting her glasses with her fingertip, and looked around.
"C'mon... Stop fooling around now... Wake up."
She implored the passed out woman at her feet, even going so far as to prod her gently with her shoe.
"I'm not carrying you, if that's what you're thinking. Wake up..."
Still nothing.
"Fine,"
She sighed as she reached down and began dragging the woman up the beach,
"You owe me!"
Some time passed by.
The woman was laying in a big cosy bed in what she thought was a log cabin.
Everything seemed to have been made out of oak wood, including the bed.
A small fire was crackling away in the corner.
The young lady was sat beside the bed on a rocking chair, watching over the woman, while a little cat sat on her lap, purring away and kneading her frock-covered thighs.
"Uuhmm..."
The woman suddenly began to stir with a mumble.
The lady jumped up to her feet, almost sending the little kitty flying!
She leaned over the woman, whose eyes began to slowly twitch open.
From the woman's point of view, she had opened her eyes to look up at the most beautiful face she has ever seen.
A little small weak smile formed on her face.
"Hi sleepy head."
The young lady giggled softly, greeting her smile with her own.
She reached a hand down to stroke her face.
"Is this really what heaven looks like?"
The woman weakly asked as her eyes moved across the room, before falling back onto the lady's gorgeous face.
"Heaven?"
The lady giggled again.
"At least the angels look beautiful..."
"You're not dead, ya dingus!"
She chuckled,
"You're in Sint Maarten."
"Well, looking up at you, is the closest thing to heaven."
She winked at her and chuckled, which made her cough weakly.
"Oh stop!"
The lady swooned, and grabbed the cup of water beside the bed,
"Here, drink this."
She passed her the cup, both their fingers touched as she handed the cup over, which made both women feel a little spark.
The woman had a few sips of water.
"Got anything a little stronger?"
She asked.
"I don't think you should be drinking anything stronger in your condition."
The lady remarked.
"I've just spent the last 40-odd hours at sea, I'm getting pretty tired of gulping down water!"
She chuckled, this time she didn't cough.
"Well, lucky for you, you were found by a lady who owns her own pub, so I'll fix you up a little something stronger later, OK?"
She just smiled at her with reassurance.
The woman finished her drink and passed the cup back to her.
"What's your name?"
The sleepy woman asked her as she placed the cup by the large mug of fresh water, which also had a couple lemon slices floating in it.
"Daniella."
The lady replied after putting the cup down.
"Ah, Daniella... A beautiful name to match a beautiful face."
The weakly woman smiled as she lifted herself up, placing the pillows against her back so she's now sitting up in bed more properly.
Daniella just looked at her, then looked down to her chest, and then looked back up again with another giggle.
The woman also looked down and realised that her nipples were out on show!
She pulled the covers of the bed up over her tits.
"Sorry."
She giggled sheepishly.
"S'alright. I don't mind being flashed,"
She chuckled,
"...Especially when they look that good."
She then quietly mumbled to herself, just out of the woman's earshot.
"Huh?"
"I said, 'what's your name?'"
She lied.
"Oh? Don't you recognise me?"
The woman grinned expectantly.
Daniella stared hard at her.
"Nope."
"Oh, c'mon, look harder."
The woman then changed her expression to look more stern and serious.
"I got nothing. Sorry."
"What?!"
The woman sighed in disbelief,
"It's me, Cap'n Angie!"
"Captain who?"
"Oh for... You never heard of the fearsome female pirate captain, Cap'n Angie?! The saucy scourge of the 7 seas? The woman who was twice voted 'Most Likely to Hang at Highgate' two years in a row at the annual pirate awards show?!"
"Never heard of ya."
Daniella stated blankly.
"...Poo."
Angie sighed dejectedly.
"So, you're a captain?"
Daniella asked, still thoroughly unsure of her claim.
"Yes. Well I was. I mean, I guess I still am."
"Where's your crew?"
"I... Haven't got one..."
"Oh. Well, where's your ship? You must have one of them, at least?"
"I... Haven't got one..."
"Uh. OK..."
Daniella looked to the empty cup of water by the bedside table,
"...You got a captain's hat, though, right?"
"Why, actually-"
Angie paused and thought about it,
"...I haven't got one..."
"So, you got no ship, no crew, and not even a hat. Wow, you must be the most un-captainy-ist pirate captain ever!"
She laughed derisively as she stood up and picked up the mug of water.
"Well, I had nearly acquired my own ship and crew, if it wasn't for the blasted Royal Navy blowing me the smithereens!"
She explained as she watched Daniella pour her out some more water into the cup.
"That's why I was out at sea, by the way, trying to capture a ship single-handedly. Makes a change of pace actually, usually it's me blowing a member of the Royal Navy...!"
She then laughed at her own joke like a total goofball.
"They do have lovely members..."
Daniella sighed as she picked up the cup and handed it to Angie.
"Oh well, it's just a little set back. I'll be a fearsome pirate captain in no time!"
Angie stated defiantly,
"...Once I find a ship... And a crew... And also a hat..."
"Sure you will."
Daniella smiled as she stroked her face once more.
"I will, I'll be the best pirate captain ever! You'll see!"
Angie declared.
"Of course you will."
She just smiled at her as she turned to head for the door.
"I will..."
Angie narrowed her eyes at her as she walked off, but was taken aback by the sight of Daniella's impressive-looking rump swaying from side to side as she walked.
"Get some rest, sweety,"
Daniella ordered her in a sweet yet semi-forceful kind of way,
"I'll be back to check on you later."
"...I will be the best pirate captain ever, I will."
Angie sighed and mumbled to herself as Daniella closed the door behind her.
After a day's rest, Angie felt reinvigorated.
Daniella had let her borrow one of her frocks and a pair of boots.
"I shall pay you in back in kind, once I settle a couple affairs."
Angie declared after changing into the outfit.
"Sure."
Daniella replied, her calm voice making Angie unsure whether she was being doubtful or not.
"Next time you see me, I shall have my own ship!"
"Of course."
Daniella just grinned at her.
Angie narrowed her eyes, studying the beautiful bespectacled grinning face of Daniella, whose dark brown hair was tied loosely in a bun on her head. She was trying to work out if she was being sincere or not...
She followed her down from the cabin and into the bar area.
"I'll, uh... See you around then."
Angie reluctantly bid her adieu.
"Don't get yourself killed, eh?"
Daniella replied and nearly took Angie by surprise as she wrapped her arms around her and pecked her cheek with a kiss,
"Take care."
"You too."
Angie looked at her, and lightly touched the spot on her cheek where she had been kissed.
She then turned around, and headed out of the bar, outside.
Angie's first port of call was to the docks.
She walked up and down the seafront, the salty air reminding her of a certain taste she knows only too well.
She was studying every ship, looking for the most beautiful one she could find, as dockworkers and sailors and pirates went about their business.
As she walked, she suddenly stopped in her tracks as her eyes caught the sight of the most gorgeous ship she had ever seen.
'Twas everything she had ever dreamed off in a ship.
Oh sure, it was already manned by a crew, and flying the flag with a vigil that everyone who's anyone knew and feared.
The ship belonged to the dreaded Captain Peacock.
Who's Captain Peacock, you ask?
What's wrong with you, you salty air-biscuit?! Have you never really heard about Captain Peacock?!
Why, he's only the greatest sword-master in all of the known world!
Taking his ship would indeed be a huge feat for Angie to pull off.
But she knows she's destined for greatness, and she can't have any self-doubt at all in acquiring such a landmark prize!
With a deep breath, she headed on board.
All the pirates on board immediately paused what they were doing to stare at the young woman brazenly walking onto the centre of the ship.
No one in their right mind ever dares to board this ship without expressed permission first. What she was doing was little more than suicide.
"Well, well, well. Looks like we got ourselves a pass-around, lads!"
One of the slightly rotund pirates exclaimed as he eyed up Angie.
"Yar!"
The others cheered.
"Where's the captain of this vessel?"
Angie ignored his comment to ask.
"Ye be wanting to see the captain?"
Another pirate stepped forth and asked her.
"Aye. Or has he been too long at sea to face a woman?"
She sneered.
"Maybe he'll see you. After me and the lads here have finished creaming on your face!"
The oafish pirate chuckled menacingly as he advanced closer towards her.
"Hm. I'd like to see you try."
She winked at him, encouraging him to come closer.
"Y'hear that, lads?! She's a game bird!"
He declared and laughed.
"Yarr!!"
The others laughed.
He stepped closer to her. He was so close that she could smell his disgusting BO.
"What are you waiting for, big boy? You want to touch?"
She smirked and stuck out her heaving bosom'd chest.
"I'm going to enjoy this..."
He chuckled to himself as he reached a hand out to grab one of her tits.
With a sudden turn of her arm, she had grabbed the back of his wrist and twisted his hand, snapping the bone in his wrist with a loud *crack!*
"ARRGGGHHH!!!"
He screamed as she kicked his knee, forcing his leg from out under him, knocking him onto the floor, and reached with her other hand to his waist to pull his cutlass out of it's sheath.
"Where's the captain?!"
Her voice bellowed as she raised the cutlass into the air.
The other pirates all drew their flintlock pistols at her, cocking them, filling the air with a sound like clicking knuckles..
"MY HAND!!"
The pirate at her feet cried out in agony.
"Looks like you won't be wanking for while."
She sniggered as she applied more pressure to his broken wrist.
"What's going on here?!"
A voice suddenly called out.
Everyone turned their heads towards the voice.
Out stepped a rather dashingly dressed, if slightly grizzled looking aged captain, who stepped out in front of Angie and the broken pirate.
"What's the meaning of all this ruckus?!"
He angrily asked. His pale blue eyes narrowed like steel into hers. A strand of his long silvery hair draped over his scarred and gaunt aged face.
"Ah, Captain Peacock, I presume?"
Angie greeted him, narrowing her eyes the same.
"Aye. What are you doing to my shipmate?"
His hand held steady onto his sheathed sabre handle.
"Just teaching him the proper way of how to chat up a lady."
She giggled.
"Let him go."
"Fair enough. What did you learn?"
She looked down and asked the injured shipman.
"That you're a fucking whore!!"
The pirate cried out bitterly through pain.
She squeezed and twisted his crocked wrist.
"ARRGGHH!!"
"No, silly, what do you say to the nice woman for teaching you a lesson?"
She asked with a smile, applying further pressure onto his shattered bone.
"ARGGHHH!! THANK YOU!!"
He cried out.
"'Thank you', for what?"
She continued torturing him.
"AGH FUCKI- ...THANK YOU FOR TEACHING ME A LESSON!!"
He began to weep uncontrollably, tears steaming down his cheeks.
"That's better. And you're welcome."
She just casually smiled and released his hand.
He swiftly scuttled away from her, clutching his broken wrist.
"If you're done playing around with my crew, perhaps you'll tell me why you decided to interrupt my morning nap?"
The captain asked impatiently.
"Oh, sorry, I'll let you get back to your nap once you hand me over your ship."
She looked up at him and smiled.
"Hand over my ship?"
He stared hard at her, and then began to laugh.
"What? What's funny?"
She just stared at him, her smile forming into a chuckling grin.
"The thought that I'd simply hand over my ship to anyone, let alone to a woman like you? That is priceless!"
He continued laughing as all his crew began laughing along uproariously with him.
"You're funny,"
Angie just chuckled,
"But seriously, hand over the ship."
"You gave me a good laugh, so, I'll tell you what. I'll let you leave my ship, with no harm done to you. You can't say fairer than that."
He dismissed her and turned his back to her.
With a sudden swing of the cutlass, she cut a strip of cloth off the back of his blue jacket.
He stopped immediately, and turned back around to face her. His eyes angry.
"Hand over the ship."
Angie winked.
"That's my favourite jacket you just cut."
He angrily sneered.
"I'll cut more than your jacket if you don't give me the ship."
She smirked.
"You want the ship?! Fine!"
He drew his impressive looking french-styled sabre out and held the tip of it against her cheek,
"You can have it. If you beat me in a duel!"
"Ooooh...!"
A loud gasp rang from the onlooking crowd of pirates.
"Defeat the greatest swordsman ever in a duel and you'll hand over the ship?"
Angie pondered as she swatted his sabre away with her cutlass,
"Easy!"
With a swift swing, they began to trade swipes and clangs of their blades.
Now, I'd like to tell you in full detail the exact choreography of their sword fight, about how they danced around the entirety of the ship, clanging and swishing and thlicking and twanging the blades of their respective swords, travelling all around the ship from deep in the bowels to the highest point of the crow's nest, and swinging from the ropes and sails like a couple of seafaring Tarzans.
But, 'twas indeed such a glorious spectacle, that a whole novel could be written about it!
And I, quite frankly, don't have the time nor indication to actually do that...
And I'm sure you wouldn't have the patience to read it, regardless, so, you know...
So, with that said, just take it from me, your reliable narrator, that this was the greatest swordfight in the history of swordfighting since Swordy McSworditton swung sabres with Cuthroat McGillicutty!!
Skipping ahead, we join our now exhausted duellers towards the end of their amazing battle.
They are stood together at the very end of the bowsprit, with swords interlocked in a standoff. Neither one giving the other an advantage.
"Tell me,"
Angie panted heavily, sweat dripping off her forehead,
"I've not had classic sword training, yet how is it possible that I've managed to stand toe-to-toe with the greatest swordfighter ever?"
"I'll let you in on a little secret..."
Captain Peacock panted heavily too, his back to the water, his foot hanging perilously off the edge of the large piece of timber,
"I've been going easy on you."
"What? Why? Because I'm a woman?"
Angie puffed, insulted by the remark.
"No,"
Peacock huffed,
"Because I'm tired... I'm tired of being a captain... Have you've any idea what it's like being surrounded all day by sweaty muscly men..."
"Well, actually..."
Angie paused but refused to say any more.
"I've been waiting for over 20 years for someone to come along and challenge me to a duel, so that I can lose and give up my ship to them..."
He continued to explain,
"But that's the trouble with having a reputation as the greatest swordsmen ever... No one dares to challenge me!"
"That sucks... So, does that mean you'll hand me over your ship?!"
Angie grinned excitedly at the thought.
"Not yet! You need to make it look convincing... Make it look like you've actually defeated me on your own merit... It's the only way you'll win my crewmates over. I know you are in need of a crew, you can't captain a ship without one. and they won't follow you if I simply hand the ship over to you."
"How do I know you're not just bluffing? For all I know, you're probably just full of shit, you're not really the greatest swordsman ever and I could just easily cut you to pieces right now and take your ship regardless?"
Without saying a word, Captain Peacock clipped Angie's blade away and, with rapid movement of his sabre, he had cut swipes and strips of fabric off of her frock.
Angie looked down at the damage, and saw that the words; "Really?! Still think I'm not the greatest swordsman ever?!" had been cut onto the frock in upside down writing so that she could read it from her point of view.
"OK, OK, I believe you!"
She gasped as they locked blades again.
"Get ready... I'm going to pull my blade away, and you're going to swing your sword at me, and I'm going to fall into the water. Don't worry, I got a vial of shark's blood around my neck, so it's going to look like you've just sliced my throat open. OK?"
He explained the plan.
"OK."
Angie nodded.
"Go!"
He pulled his blade away from hers, and she did exactly as planned.
Peacock fell backwards, letting out a dramatic 'Wilhelm Scream' of a cry as he did, and soon splashed into the water 30ft below.
Angie looked over the bow, and saw the blood pool around the now floating captain's body in the salty water.
She smiled and quietly uttered a "Thank you." to him.
She bent down and picked up his captain's hat which had fallen off of his head before the fall.
She then turned around to face the crowd of pirates, who all stood, stunned into silence at what they'd just witnessed.
She just calmly walked off the bowsprit, and stepped out in front of them.
"Did... Did she just kill Captain Peacock?"
One of the younger pirates asked another in shock.
She just smirked smugly as the pirates moved away from her, out of fear of her.
"Those who don't wish to stay aboard and serve me on my ship, have 3 seconds to get off of it."
She calmly spoke, but with threatening menace in her voice.
A few pirates quickly scampered off the vessel with their tails between their legs, while the majority stayed behind, staring in wonder at this woman who bravely fought and killed their legendary Captain Peacock.
"Good. That settles that."
She smirked.
"You guys answer to no one but me. What I say, goes. And you'll all do as you're told! Understood?!"
She fiercely asked.
"Aye aye, captain!"
All of the remaining crew replied.
"Good. Now, as captain, my first decree is to grant you all a 24-hour shore leave. Go and have yourselves some good o'l rowdy fun! I recommend drinking at The Cock & Pussy*, it's a great place with a great owner, I'd give it a 5 star Yar!** review."
*The bar owned by Daniella.
**A 17th Century version of Yelp! ...What? I was pretty pleased with that one :D lol
"But!"
The new captain quickly interjected before they left,
"Listen closely, ye hairy coconut-ticklers, for I'll only say this once. You're all to report back on this ship tomorrow morning at 10am sharp. Anyone who turns up late will drink from the spitoon bucket!"
"Aye aye, captain."
The crew agreed.
"And one last thing,"
She paused to placethe captain's hat onto her head,
"You're to address me as 'Cap'n Angie!'"
As the crew disengaged from the ship, excitedly scuttling off to the various drinking holes/brothels, Captain Angie sorted to her second port of call. The local tannery. If she's to be captain, she can't be walking around in a torn second-hand frock. She picked out a couple hides of red and black tanned leather.
"How does madame wish to pay for this?"
The gruffled tanner asked.
"Pay? I'm a pirate captain!"
She scoffed.
"Ah, right, of course..."
The tanner smiled, before his expression changed back to a serious look,
"Pay up."
"...Let me just write you out a check."
She grinned sheepishly and wrote out a check.
"Thank you, Ms..."
He paused to look at the name on the check,
"...Daniella."
She took her hides, and headed to the local tailors.
"Make me an outfit."
She demanded the young seamstress, before telling her exactly what outfit she wants.
"OK, but, I've got a backlog of outfits to make. You can pick it up next week."
She explained to the captain.
"Next week?! No, no. I need it first thing tomorrow morning."
Angie smiled firmly.
"I think you don't understand. I have other dresses and outfits and suits that need tailoring first. You'll just have to wait."
"And I think you don't understand,"
She replied with a sudden scowl and pulled out her cutlass to point it at her,
"Unless you want me to go all Manatee Mark on you and make a dress from your skin, you'll close your shop and work on my outfit nonstop until it is completed by tomorrow morning!"
The young seamstress nervously gulped,
"I think we have an understanding."
"Good."
Angie smiled and sheathed her cutlass, before she then wrote her a check.
"Pleasure doing business with you."
It was now early in the afternoon, the blazing sun bearing down on the small paradisaical island.
She headed back to The Cock & Pussy. As she got there, she noticed is was ram-packed full of pirates, women and seaman.
She walked in, and stopped in her tracks when she saw Daniella from across the room serving a tray of drinks to a table of boisterous seamen with a couple of prostitutes. Daniella looked up and saw her stood there in the doorway.
Without saying a word, Angie started walking towards hers.
"There you are! I take it this is your doing?"
Daniella greeted her as Angie continued advancing towards her.
"What did you tell them about me? I've never seen this place so busy before!"
She continued talking with a pleased grinned as Angie stepped right up to her.
Without warning, Angie grabbed her by the waist, pulled her into her body, and snogged her face off!
"Wooooo!"
Every man and woman in the pub cheered at such a public display.
Daniella, was, of course, quite shocked, with her eyes almost popping out and knocking her glasses off as Angie smooched her.
But, with a quick push of her glasses back into place on the bridge of her lovely nose, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the snog.
"MWAH!"
Angie loudly popped her mouth off of Daniella's.
"Hi, love."
She then casually grinned, as though she hadn't had just worn the face off her!
"Hi Angie."
Daniella panted in reply, still rather shocked by what had just happened to her.
"That's Cap'n Angie, to you!"
She grinned, proud as punch to say that.
"Oh, you're a captain now? That was quick!"
The still slightly blustered lady laughed.
"Aye. Are you busy?"
Daniella looked around momentarily at the loud raucous crowd in the pub.
"A little."
"Well, you're about to get off!"
With that, Angie bent down, wrapped her arms around the thighs of Daniella, and scooped her up over her shoulder.
"NO-AAAHHH!!"
Daniella screamed out as she did that.
"Listen up all you seaman and seacows!! The drinks are on me!!!"
Angie yelled out to a crowd of cheers as she carried the only slightly kicking/shrieking Daniella up the stairs.
She took her to the bedroom, and, with a playful smack of her peachy butt (which had gotten exposed by her dress falling up over her hips), she threw her captive down onto the bed. Daniella was now laughing.
"What are you doing?!"
She howled with laughter on the bed,
"I got patrons to serve!"
"Sod them - allow me to serve you!"
Angie grinned lustfully.
She pounced onto her. Tearing at her frock as she continued snogging her.
She ripped the low cut top of the frock, exposing her perfect well-endowed full-bodied perky breasts, and started to kiss down from her chin and onto her neck/collarbone.
"Oh! Well, if you insist..."
Daniella panted as she felt Angie's lips on her skin.
She kissed down, kissing her awesome tits and then slowly kissed her nipples.
Daniella took off Angie's hat and placed it onto her own head and began stroking her black hair as she had her nipples lovingly adored by Angie's kisses.
I'll skip ahead a bit because, well, Angie spent a good long while just focused on her tits. I mean, how could she possibly be in any hurry at all to move on from the wonderful bosom of Daniella? :P
She finally started kissing down from those luscious mounds of pure pillowy perfection.
Ripping at the dress as she made her way down, exposing more and more silky-smooth flesh.
She was kissing around her perfect naturally-toned stomach. She even held the tip of her tongue out as she kissed her creamy milk-coloured skin. Kissing and licking around and also teasingly into her cute bellybutton.
The whole time, Daniella just laid there, purring happily with delight like a cute kitty cat.
Angie ripped off the lower part of her dress, and with a quick kick of her legs, Daniella was now laying naked before her, as Angie pressed her tits between her thighs, kissing/licking the lowest part of her stomach.
She looked up and saw Daniella looking ravishing, as she wore the captain's hat.
"Are you a captain now?"
Angie softly asked with a flirty chuckle, before pressing her lips to her skin once more.
"Damn right, bitch, I'm your captain now!"
She playfully replied.
"Hmm, yeah? Well I'm going to love sailing on your south seas..."
Angie purred as she moved down just that little bit further.
Daniella bit her lip, as she felt the warm soft gentle tongue of Angie slide right over her moist pussy.
She let out a soft moan, putting her hand onto her tits to rub her fingertips on her now stiff nipples, while Angie's tongue began storming up a typhoon down below her.
She writhed in pleasure, arching her back, swaying her hips, riding the waves of pleasure being given to her from betwixt her legs.
She could feel every bit of Angie's tongue parting her wet slits, and pushing right into the small moist entrance of her secret treasure chest. Her tongue stretched and pulled at her tight soaking wet walls, as she thirstily lapped up all the delicious juice being excreted from the delicious fruit that is her pussy.
She only ever paused tongue-fucking her when she would pull her tongue back and run it right over her clit, flicking it with the tip of her tongue and sucking on it too. It's wasn't long until she was gripping the bedsheets extra tight as her body began to quake and the tremors inside her tipped her over the edge and she came right in Angie's face.
Angie just hungrily lapped up all the excess juice being poured out of her, drinking it down like a thirsty seadog.
She pulled back, and looked up at Daniella, who's cheeks were looking more than a little flushed, and the lenses in her glasses were beginning to steam up just a little bit.
"You're good! Mmmmm..."
She purred, licking her lips.
Angie just looked at her, she grabbed a little discarded hairband on the floor, and used it to tie her long flowing black hair back.
"You ain't seen nothing yet...!"
She quietly chuckled as she dived right back into that creamy little inviting pussy.
Daniella could only widen her eyes and gulp anxiously, because she knew as well as anyone else does, that once the hair gets tied back, things are REALLY about to kick off! :P
After about the Nth amount of orgasms, Angie finally eased her eager tongue.
She knelt back and looked at Daniella, who's angelically pretty face was looking just a little moist from post-orgasmic sweat. But, of course, that was nothing compared to how wet with Dani-juice that Angie's face was!
Angie watched for a few moments, watching Daniella's tits move up and down with her heavy breathing, as the sweet succulent aroma of Daniella's pussy radiated with heat across her nose.
"Come, cuddle with me."
Daniella panted as she held her arms out.
"I'll do more than cuddle you."
Angie winked as she threw off her torn and tatty frock, and stood up in all her naked glory.
She then crawled onto the bed and crawled over the top of the naked sweaty angel below her.
She sat on top of her as she lent down and gave Daniella a taste of her own flavour from her lips as they passionately snogged.
Daniella hugged her with her arms, as Angie put an arm under Dani's neck and placed her other hand onto one of her perfect tits, and gently played and teased her nipple while they kissed.
Needless to say, but that cuddle didn't go on for too long before Angie had positioned herself so that both their thighs were interlocked together, with their dripping wet cunts pressed together, and they fucked happily ever after...
Well, happily ever after being until god only knows when at night,
where, completely shattered from fucking all day, they both passed out asleep while spooning.
The two lovers woke up at the rising of the sun.
They just sleepily cuddled together for a while, softly mumbling sleepy things, while having a cheeky finger of each other...
As each minute passed, both girls eventually felt a little more awake.
"So, you're a captain now..."
Daniella quietly remarked as she reluctantly sat up and hanged her feet off the edge of the bed..
"Aye..."
Angie leaned herself up onto the pillow, laying on her side as she looked at the back of Daniella.
"Does that mean you're going to be setting sail, plundering ships, and grabbing lots of booty?"
She asked as she stood up off the bed, sleepily yawning and stretching.
"Looks like I already grabbed myself some fine booty!"
Angie grinned as she reached out and squeezed the cheek of Dani's butt!
"Oh!"
She gasped and giggled.
She then suddenly bent down.
"Woah."
Angie gasped to herself, as she was taken aback by such an exclusive in depth sight of Daniella's perfect anatomy.
She could only admire the view for a couple moments, as Daniella stood up strait again and turned around.
She was holding a pair of ironclad handcuffs.
"What's this?"
Angie grinned as Daniella got back onto the bed, and sat down on top of Angie.
"Well, you know..."
She just giggled as she slipped the cuffs onto Angie's wrists, and with no resistance at all, cuffed her hands to the bedposts,
"I seem to have caught myself a pirate captain, who's all tied up in my bedroom with no where to go..."
"Oh...!"
Angie panted, excited and turned on immensely.
"And what are you going to do about that?"
"I was thinking..."
Daniella paused and began to slowly run her fingertips down the sides of Angie,
"...I could go to the Governor and claim a tidy reward for capturing you!"
She threatened with a big grin.
"Funny."
Angie stared at her seriously.
"You don't really want to do that, though, do you?"
Angie then asked as Daniella just stared at her grinning playfully.
"I don't know, maybe... Unless you have someway of keeping my mouth shut?"
She giggled.
Before Angie could reply, Daniella started to go down on her.
Not stopping until she got down between her thighs, and immediately began helping herself to some fantastic breakfast in bed!
It seemed Daniella was more than content using Angie's deliciously sweet aromatic pussy as I means for keeping her mouth shut...
After lots of early morning fun together, Daniella eventually released Angie, and they both went to the washroom, to clean each other up, Which resulted in even more intimate kissing/licking/touching.
Eventually, they got dressed and made their way downstairs into the bar, which was strewn with the sleepy bodies of drunk pirates, seaman and whores, along with empty broken bottles, and damaged tables. Things had clearly gotten very rowdy!
"Oi! Wake up ye bunch of udder-lickers!!"
Angie exclaimed angrily.
"Just look at this mess! This was your doing, you're so going to help me to clean this up!"
Daniella huffed at Angie.
"Um,"
Angie looked around sharpish, and kicked the ribs of a young blond plain-faced hungover lad laying on the ground.
"You there, do you wish to serve aboard my ship as my personal cabinmate?"
"Um, er *hiccup*, sure OK..."
He sleepily hiccuped and picked himself up off the floor.
"Good. First things first, gather 10 men and women to help clean up this place. And then report to my ship at 10am sharp!"
Angie ordered.
"Uhh... Sure..."
He hiccuped again and drunkenly scuffled about, trying to wake some of the other passed out patrons to help him out with his task.
As he brushed past her, Angie grabbed his flintlock pistol.
She aimed it in the air and blew off (not like that!) a shot, startling everyone awake.
"Anyone serving on board my ship, are to get up immediately!! Or the next bullet is going between your eyes!! Everyone else, leave!"
Angie bellowed.
Everyone eventually made it up onto their feet and left the place. Except for a few 'lucky' volunteers who stayed behind to help clean up the place.
"Um, aren't you supposed to help clean this place up as well?"
Daniella asked, unimpressed.
"Oh, well, y'see, ha ha..."
Angie nervously grinned at her,
"...Nope."
"What do you mean, 'nope'?!"
She twisted her pretty face into an angry look.
"You look so cute when you're angry,"
Angie grinned cheekily,
"I got a couple errands to run, but please, do join me by my ship at 10, yeah? OK, bye!"
"Hey, wait!"
Daniella called out as she watched her rush off out the door.
Those couple of errands merely involved Angie picking up and changing into her freshly tailored red and black leather outfit, picked up from a very fatigued seamstress. She also acquired herself a sword and pistol holster, which she wore as a belt on her waist.
Lastly, she wrote a check for a beautiful long red coat, not too dissimilar in style to that of Captain Hook's.
It was now 5 minutes to 10 in the morning.
The good captain was stood on deck of her ship, watching as the crew, along with a few wenches, joined her on board.
"Is that everyone?"
She asked.
"Aye, Cap'n,"
Her simple looking blond cabinmate answered,
"Shall we set sail early?"
"No. I'm waiting for one last person to show up."
She suddenly noticed a familiar face in the crowd of her crew.
No, it wasn't the beautiful face of Daniella.
'Twas instead the ugly looking oaf from yesterday, whose broken wrist was fixed up in a sling.
She stormed over to him.
"You there, ye half-baked pile of clam-droppings! What are you doing aboard my ship?!"
She angrily asked, insulted by his mere presence.
"Well, um, y'see Cap'n, I uh, wish to serve you..."
He sheepishly replied.
"Oh? And why would I want some rapey snivelling thug like you serving me?!"
He didn't have an answer.
"Tell me? What would you do if another beautiful young lady was to board the ship while I'm taking a nap? Hm? Would you approach her? Try your luck copping a feel with her? Uh?"
She continued to interrogate him.
He sheepishly looked around, and then chuckled cheekily as he looked towards a mate of his.
"Depends how pretty she is."
He replied with a gruff chuckle.
*BOOM!*
Without saying a word, as cold as ice, Cap'n Angie had shot a bullet between his eyes.
His body flopped to the floor like a sandbag,
Everyone gasped and stood in stunned silence.
She blew the smoke away from the barrel of her gun, and holstered it.
"Someone clean up this mess."
She ordered and turned around.
She suddenly noticed a much prettier, friendlier face making her way towards to ship.
She grinned broadly and walked to the gangway plank.
"You didn't think I'd let you leave without a goodbye first, did you?"
Daniella greeted her with a big hug and kiss.
"Thanks for helping to clean my pub, by the way(!)"
"You're welcome."
Angie replied, ignoring the fact that Dani's question was dripping in sarcasm.
As they spoke, a loud splash was heard caused by some crewman tossing the bloated dead body overboard.
"Come, join me, my love. I shall treat you like a queen as we sail and conquer the seven seas!"
Angie pleaded.
"I'm sorry, but I can't. I get seasick just looking at a goldfish swimming in a bowl."
She replied.
"Oh..."
Angie sighed dejectedly.
"Well, I shall return to you one day, with the bullion of 250 plundered ships! And you shall see that I have become the greatest pirate captain ever!"
Angie brimmed with confidence.
"Sure you will."
Daniella smiled at her.
They embraced once more, sharing a long steamy passionate full on snog.
During which, Angie had helped herself to more than a generous feel of the fair maiden's booty!
They reluctantly said their goodbyes, and kissed once more.
"I shall have the finest figurehead in all the world made for my ship, depicting the glorious beauty of you, which you shall see for yourself one day, when I return to you!"
Angie then told her.
"And I shall wait for such a day."
Daniella replied as she backed off the ship.
She stood on the dock, watching and waving as Angie began to sail the ship out.
Angie watched and waved back at her with a saddened smile.
She then noticed as a couple of merchants had walked up to Daniella, holding pieces of paper in their hands, waving it angrily in front of her face. They were the bounced checks written in her name. She turned back to look at Angie on the ship, her gorgeous face having changed from bittersweet sadness, to wrathful fury.
"ANGIEEE!!!! GET YOUR ARSE BACK HERE!!! YOU'VE SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!!!!"
She cried out angrily, as her eyeglasses steamed up.
Alas, Angie's ship sailed off and disappeared over the horizon.
"Cap'n, it's bad luck to sail a ship with no name."
A pirate had walked up to interrupt Angie has she wiped a tear from her cheek.
"Aye, of course,"
She gathered herself, stood up at the wheel to address the crew, and cleared her throat,
"I, your gorgeous fearsome captain, hereby name this beautiful ship in honour of the most beautiful girl around.. Daniella!"
The end.
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Well, technically, no, it's not really the end.
I mean, I told you at the start, this is a prequel, so, you know, there's another "Cap'n Angie" story continuing from this one!
Feel free to check that one if you haven't already, if you enjoyed this one.
And please leave a comment letting me know what you thought of my story :)
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