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Sailors in Silk,k Chapter 5B ? by: Beverly Taff (With acknowledgement to Cleo Marie for original story concept.) List of Characters. Elizabeth; My erstwhile lesbian partner; Azure; Our educated Berber Shaman and ship's doctor; Timothy; Our ships young navigator accidentally emasculated during a pirate attack; David; Our ship's young bosun also emasculated in the same accident Najanga; A beautiful African princess, one of the rescued slave girls; Ongola; Another beautiful African girl rescued from the slave ship; Obengi: Another beautiful African girl rescued from the slave ship; Axetl: A bisexual Amazonian female shaman who chose to join this lesbian crew from the tribe. Trysta; Young Cornish girl sent out to the Indies as a Bond-Servant; Sally; The Black slave who escaped with Trysta. After lunch was finished, Axetl made no bones about her needs. She took my arm and tugged it determinedly towards her cabin whilst David gently took my other arm. I needed little persuading. Axetl was a particularly pretty girl and the only other crewmember who was smaller and weaker than me. Even David who was growing into a tall delicate young 'lady' had already outgrown me. As Axetl tugged me towards her airy cabin under the forecastle I exchanged a curious glance with David. "Well darling, they tell me you are one of the most popular bed partners for the lesbian girls." David crimsoned with embarrassed pride then nodded as he spoke. "It's these, my girly titties. They've become ever so sensitive and I can give the girls pleasure with my tongue whilst they only have to start me going by touching these. The lesbian girls like this because they hate the idea of a cock inside them." I nodded knowingly for I had never yet invaded Elizabeth's peach though she determinedly remained affectionate towards me and always took me into her bed except when I had my duties to perform. One of those duties was now about to be carried out. Axetl opened her cabin door and slipped her silk skirt off immediately. Her beautiful golden skin glistened in the single shaft of sunlight that poured through her skylight. My eyes widened with delight as she slid onto her cot and lay smiling eagerly with the sunlight illuminating her smile and her breasts. "You do me now!" she demanded nervously. "It was my first time with Axetl so I slowly lowered the bodice of my satin gown and David untied the laces of my corset until Axetl could study my soft rounded body and budding breasts. With no hint of powerful manly muscles I paused as Axetl reached forward tenderly and gently ran her fingers over my shoulders and breasts. I shuddered and gasped as her knowing fingers traced delicately across my stiffening nipples. She gently squeezed my soft feminine arms then smiled appreciatively. "Azure is right. You not a stwong man for sure, so no pain for me." "No darling," I agreed softly, "no pain for you. D'you want me to play first?" "Yes, you play and Davinia Bosun, she help also." This was the first time I had heard any of the girls refer to David by a female name and the female pronoun. I turned to David as 'she' let out a little giggle. "You'd better start calling me Davinia as well. All the crew do. Miss Elizabeth started it." "Very well then darling. Davinia it is." I gave her a kiss and she responded eagerly. Axetl squeaked disapprovingly and demanded her rights. "Hey! This my bed, I make rules." Thus censured, I nodded obediently then slowly started to unlace the waistband of my wide hooped satin gown until it slithered down my silky pantalets and settled like a puddle of pale blue water on the deck. Axetl's black eyes glittered like jet as she mentally measured the bulge under my pantalets. "Now I see. Azure is right. You really are a girly-boy!" she gasped. That beeg, beeg thing is real boy thing. It look nice and beeg, but you be careful! I very small girl." "D'you want me to get some of Azure's oils?" I whispered concernedly. Axetl thought for a moment then nodded. "Yes, better we use oil. That a beeg beeg boy thing. Davinia, you go ask Azure." David, (I still thought of him/her as David,) slipped out and returned a few moments later with the required oils and he studied the bottle curiously "What does this do?" he asked. "It stop pain for first time girl!" explained Axetl. "First time girl can use to make love easy without hurt. If Davinia want, she can use for first time girly fun one day. Azure and me, we make plenty of this oil. We help you." "But I haven't got a -you know- girly hole." "You got other hole. You use that. With oil, no pain." David looked at me then looked down at the huge swelling in my silky pantalets and he frowned thoughtfully. "No way. Timothy and I have both tried pushing things up our arses but it hurts." "Never mind that now," pleaded Axetl. "Madeleen, this my time now. You must please me now, then I show Davinia later." David shrugged resignedly. I could see he did not believe Axetl about anal penetration so we returned to my primary duty of pleasuring Axetl. I took the jar of oil and placed it handy whilst I set about my duties. David watched as I slid down the bed and worked my head under Axetl's thighs and buried my face in her sex. Slowly I introduced my educated tongue and gently busied myself with Axetl's stiffening button. Davinia lay down beside Axetl and started gently tonguing her nipples. Axetl started to squirm and whimper as she gripped Davinia's long silky hair and dragged Davinia's lips tight against her tits. Davinia knew her duties well. Having such sensitive tits herself, she knew exactly where and how to bring Axetl to the boil. I of course had long learnt the essential tricks to set Axetl's core alight and soon, Axetl was in a frenzy of frustrated lust. She let out an urgent plea and I realised it was now time to lubricate her vagina with the analgesic oils. Axetl sensed my activities and she fell silent for a moment as I gently slid my oily fingers into her. Firstly she squirmed nervously then she fell still. "Iss OK now. You do me now!" she sighed. "Plees, - plees be gentle." Carefully, I brought my boy-clitty to her threshold but she moved not at all for she felt nothing. The oil was working it's magic so I slowly advanced into her core. "Mmmm! No pain, nothing," she murmured as she finally sensed my pubis collide gently with her stiff little button. Davinia had naturally, slipped down to study our conjunction for she had never seen a cock enter a cunt before. This was a whole new dimension for her and her curiosity knew no bounds. "It's awfully long! Does it hurt?" she asked Axetl as she returned to lie beside us. Axetl wagged her head and smiled. "No. No pain. Madeleen good girly-boy. She know how treat girly-girl." "I had two excellent teachers," I whispered. Axetl smiled knowingly. My gentle and painless deflowering of all the hetero girls with the attendant orgasms and pleasures, was a matter of record amongst the African hetero girls. Elizabeth and Azure had made sure that at every previous instance, they were both in attendance to remedy any errors or omissions by me. By the time Axetl had decided to try the other side of her bisexuality I was well versed in virginal sex. As I slowly started rocking my hips back and forth, I invited Davinia to 'present' her nipples for our attention. She needed no more encouragement and eagerly cuddled up to us as Axetl and I gently took a nipple each in our lips. As the 'sensation' returned to Axetl's cunt and my and my boy-clitty, I commenced long slow gentle strokes which caused my long silky hair to whisper over Davinia's sensitive breasts and Axetl's face. Axetl sneezed and her convulsion sent a thud of pleasure through her body as her clitty fetched up hard against my pubis. "Oooh!" she squealed. "That nice!" "Go easy darling!" I squeaked nervously. "You could break my bobstay if you do that too violently." "And tear my tit off," whispered Davinia anxiously. "Hold my hair clear of Axetl's face," I whispered to Davinia. "It's tickling her nose and making her sneeze." Davinia gently wrapped the long tresses of my hair around her fist to hold them clear of Axetl's face. Simultaneously, she tugged my head down to press harder against her breasts and we resumed our perfect triangulation. With my tresses held firm in Davinia's grasp, I felt as though I was a tethered stallion haltered by the stable girl whilst I was made to service the mare. The sense of bondage increased my lust and I was hard put to delay my orgasm. Nevertheless I had to restrain my burgeoning urges. My main duty was to make sure my lady Axetl was properly served and satiated before I was. Whatever happened, it would have been crass of me to 'come' before my lady. Fortunately, my tension must have translated itself to Axetl and she seemed to sense my rising passions. Her tensions increased and the whole emotion became infectious. Each of us sensed the impending pleasures of the other two and we all three cautiously orchestrated our approaching orgasms so that we climaxed together in a grand finale of sensations that was heard all over the foredeck. Axetl let out a high squeal of desire that tapered into a long low moan of satisfaction whilst Davinia squealed with surprised delight then suddenly released tears of relief. I hugged them both to me and Davinia's tears soaked my hair as she sobbed softly into my tresses. Axetl and I were both concerned by Davinia's unexpected tears. "What's wrong dear?" I whispered. "There's no need to cry, surely you're happy you came." "I am," she blubbered softly. "Oh of course I am. It's just -, it's just that this was somehow different. I felt a sort of pulsing in my you-know- were my thing would have been but sort of inside. It was all nice and tingly, like a series of twitches with a tickle during each twitch." "You mean you - you feel something, down there!" Axetl gasped. Davinia nodded and Axetl frowned curiously. Axetl and I exchanged puzzled glances. She shrugged and spread her hands to demonstrate her ignorance. Cautiously, I asked to look at Davinia's crotch. Nervously, she lowered her panties and I studied the tiny opening where her urine normally emitted. There was no doubt about it. The crotch of her silky panties was sticky and a tiny droplet of pearly fluid was still shining in the tiny opening of her urethra. Davinia had either ejaculated or done something very similar! I wondered how it could be and carefully fingered the pearly translucent droplet. It tasted salty and I looked into Davinia's eyes as I offered some to Axetl. Axetl nervously extended her tongue and tested it but it meant nothing to her. All her previous action had been with girls and this was her first heterosexual experience. She had no idea what spunk tasted like. "It tastes salty," observed Axetl. "Exactly!" I agreed. "Normal spunk tastes salty, I've heard other girls say this and my own spunk used to taste salty before Azure stated feeding me with her herbs." I turned to the nervous Davinia and kissed her gently as I squeezed her sobbing shoulders. "Don't be afraid Davinia darling, I think you've just had an orgasm." "What! You mean like a boy. Is that what it was?" "Well you've produced something like a boy. It looks like the same stuff." Davinia pressed her scar tissue just below her urethra and another tiny droplet squeezed out of her urethra. She took it on her finger and tasted it curiously. "It's salty," she observed. "It would be darling. Spunk usually has a salty taste. I think I'd better speak to Azure." Davinia smiled and fingered her crotch again as she searched for whatever trigger had caused the spasms and tingling. Axetl continued staring curiously at Davinia and then joined her in fingering the droplets from Davinia's urethra. I got dressed and prepared to see Azure. I just did not understand how Davinia could have possibly had an orgasm. She was truly a eunuch of that there was no doubt. I found Azure chatting to Elizabeth on the poop and I described what had happened. Azure listened intently then thought for a moment. "It must be some sort of unexpected effect of the herbs." "How?" I demanded. "Well, she's getting basically the same herbs as you. There are a few different ones because you are entire. Most of the herbs are designed to turn her into a girl shape. That's why her titties are growing and her hips starting to curve. That's the big pot of herb tea you drink each morning, noon and night. The small bowls of porridge you get in the evening contain the other herbs I give you each to enhance your libidos. Your porridge is slightly different from Timothy's and Davinia's. That's why you can enjoy those wonderful erections all the time. I think the herbs in Davinia's porridge must somehow have enhanced her libido. They must be making her horny. I thought they would only make her breasts more sensitive so that she could at least enjoy some sort of pleasures. This is completely unexpected. They must be affecting what's left inside her body." "And what would that be?" I demanded. "I don't know," confessed Azure. "Well she said she felt a series of some sort of spasms. That seems awfully like a male ejaculating when he shoots his semen out; and that pearly fluid looks just like spunk!" "I don't see how," admitted a perplexed Azure. "I mean she's got nothing down there. Even the Harem eunuchs can't produce any seed and they get to keep their penises and scrotums. Davinia and Timothy have got nothing. They are absolutely smooth down there. I just don't understand it." "Well, I can assure you. She's producing some sort of fluid from her pee- hole because I've seen it, smelt it and tasted it. It's just like spunk." "Was Davinia happy about it?" interjected Elizabeth. "Yes," I replied. "She's overwhelmed with emotion. She's still trying to get over it. She's lying in Axetl's arms even as we speak; as contented as a sand baby." "Well if she's happy then there's no more to be said or done." I turned to Azure for reassurance but she just shrugged apologetically and reinforced Elizabeth's view. "If she's happy then let it be. The stuff can't be fertile. She's got no balls and I know that whatever eunuchs are, they are never fertile. The fluid is probably sterile. She should just count herself lucky and enjoy her good fortune." We all three visited Axetl's cabin where Davinia was still lying in Axetl's arms. Azure looked at them and smiled. "Is this true darling?" she asked Davinia. For proof, Davinia peeled off her sticky panties where the stain still lingered. Azure held the delicate panties in her fingers and sniffed the sticky patch. As a married woman and several times a mother, nobody on the ship was better qualified than Azure to confirm the nature of Davinia's emission. She nodded her head firmly. "Yes. It smells like cum juice all right. And you say you felt some sort of spasm." Davinia nodded self-consciously. "I had several. I felt a series of little tickles and jerks deep inside my groin close to my arse." "That definitely sounds like an orgasm for a boy. There is a sort of gland just inside the groin that acts like the pump. That's what pushes the seed out. Normally eunuchs cannot get the pump to work, but it seems these herbs make it work again. They must have given Davinia some extra vigour. Did you enjoy it Davinia?" asked Azure. "Yes," whispered Davinia. "It gave me a fright at first but it was nice; very nice." I remembered my surprise at my first orgasm when I had saturated a pair of Elizabeth's silk panties. Davinia's description of her sensations clinched it. I explained to Azure but she was already ahead of me. "If she enjoyed it then she's a very lucky girl. Now she can share all the pleasures when she serves the girls. Have a nice sleep now Davinia, you've got the middle watch tonight." Davinia was too excited to sleep. She hugged us all then minced off to tell Timothy. Later I heard them giggling and shrieking with mirth inside their cabin. That evening we sighted a cumulus cloud rising off an island but we couldn't be sure which one. We came about and laid off for the night as we debated what to do. It was decided that Elizabeth and four lesbians would take the whaler and go ashore during the night to see what opportunities were available. Once darkness had enveloped us, Elizabeth and four other girls slipped into the whaler and set the black 'night-sails' quickly and easily. Nervously we watched the little whaler until all we could see was a faint trail of phosphorescence in the ink black tropical sea. It remained for us to wait off until dawn and then set in closer to pick Elizabeth and her crew. The whole crew was on tenterhooks until the first whisper of dawn nibbled at the eastern sky and we set sail towards the Island. Elizabeth was already sailing out to meet us. She had easily seen the ship silhouetted against the dawn. She came alongside and we were puzzled to see an extra pair of girls in the boat. "Who are these?" I shouted down to Elizabeth. "Escapees," replied Elizabeth. "The Island is virtually one big plantation except for this side where the hills are too steep and still forested. There's only one plantation owner who keeps slaves and indentured servants. He's very cruel apparently and uses the whip at every opportunity. These two had run away after a whipping and they were hiding in the forest by the beach. They thought at first that we were the plantation field bosses out hunting the coast but when they realised we were all women, they gave themselves up." "And?" pressed Azure. "They're starving and they've been whipped or beaten half to death." I turned questioningly to Azure who nodded her agreement. The whaler crew clambered aboard and Ongola explained that the two escapees were too weak and injured to climb so we would have to hoist them aboard. We hauled the whaler under the boom and rigged the stores boom with a basket. Elizabeth helped each girl consecutively into the basket and we hoisted her aboard. The next job was to hoist the whaler and this required everybody's strength. Weighing the anchor and hoisting the whaler where the two heaviest tasks on the ship. Hauling on the davit falls was a desperately slow laborious job and we still only numbered twenty or so. In truth the ship really needed a full crew of thirty or forty men just to sail her. We girls with our lesser physical strength, needed to number fifty or sixty if we were to safely travel the rougher higher latitudes. Hauling up the whaler on the davits was so exhausting that we even made the two escapees assist despite their injuries. It was a good test to see if they were genuinely committed to joining our crew. Despite their weakness from hunger and their bleeding backs they proved their commitment and they struggled manfully on the falls. In truth though, their contribution was necessarily small. They were genuinely broken, injured souls and their wounds were monstrous. Immediately after our whaler was safely stowed, we took the two new girls to Azure's 'apothecary' whilst Timothy and David made course north away from the Island. Axetl retched when she saw the pulverised skin of the two girls. The cuts of the whip must have numbered a hundred each and they had so blended into each other that both girls' backs were virtually maggot-ridden slabs of raw meat. Gently we lay them on their fronts then Azure carefully smeared their backs with analgesic cream similar to the oil we used to break in virgins. This cream was longer lasting though and eventually, the girl's whimpering stopped. We were finally able to treat the girls and sterilize the wounds with vinegar. Fortunately the maggots had done their work well. They had eaten away all the rotten flesh but it meant that their scars would be deep and leave their skin permanently disfigured. Thanks to the maggots though, there was no sign of gangrene even though the girls had been hiding for over a week. They were however, emaciated and close to death. Once the wounds were cleaned and the cuts of the whip crudely 'matched' back as best we could to reduce scarring, it remained for the girls to rest and recuperate. Fortunately, the two girls slept for most of the first week, waking only to eat and be treated. It was the next week that we got their full story. Their names were Trysta, an escaped Cornish Bondswoman and Sally, her African Slave lover. They had been caught 'in flagrant delicto lesbos', by one of the field bosses and brought before the plantation owner who had embarked upon a frenzied orgy of flogging. Apparently he was some sort of pious religious hypocrite who saw his brutality as 'the lord's work'. I dearly wished that somehow the girls could be avenged but our ship was undermanned. It took us all our strength just to handle the ship. We would need at least seventy girls to man her guns properly. Anyway, we had no intentions of fighting her. Our intention was to trade with her peacefully. A few months later our opportunity for vengeance came unexpectedly. Elizabeth had become bolder in her forays ashore, and she had taken to sailing the cutter into some of the smaller ports whilst our ship lay off shore below the horizon. Elizabeth had a natural skill in languages. She already knew English, French and Senegalese, whilst Azure quickly taught her Arabic and Hausa. With these languages Elizabeth was able to learn much useful information amongst the 'lower orders' of slaves. She was also quick to pick up Spanish and within a few months was sufficiently fluent to trade as a low class Spanish woman with a thick Caribbean accent. With these language skills and social manners already bred from childhood, Elizabeth soon found it easy to move in almost every social circle in the Caribbean. Her story was that she was the headstrong daughter and only child of a rich Caribbean planter. She had to trade her father's goods in place of her sick father who was too ill to travel with his goods and cargoes amongst the markets in the Indies. When she arrived at a strange port in her little whaler, she simply declared that her father was forced to let his only daughter transact his business for she was his only child and the only one he could trust. To protect her reputation and 'virginity' he stipulated that she had to travel with an all girl crew provided from the slaves on their estates in the Indies. In those late eighteenth century days, the Caribbean had become almost a 'dumping ground' for wayward sons and eccentric daughters of respectable European families. Elizabeth's appearance raised few eyebrows for in the melting pot and turbulence of those war-torn times, the strife threw up the most peculiar combinations. Elizabeth did not stand out any more than several famous 'lady entrepreneurs and buccaneers who had escaped the rigid mores of the times. In addition, to her reputation and background, Elizabeth had another trick up her sleeve, (or rather up her knickers,). She maintained that her gentleman father demanded that she must always travel with a chastity belt to ensure her virginity whilst abroad and away from the protection of her father's high European status. In truth however, she found the chastity belt a useful device for her own protection. Whenever she returned back to the ship, Elizabeth used to regale us with hilarious tales of the persistent and uninvited salacious gropes as almost every man's hopes were dashed by the discovery of the provocative steel preventer under her petticoats. Needless to add the chastity belt also got her hopelessly frustrated and after several days trading ashore, she invariably returned aboard as horny as a bitch on heat! Elizabeth's shoreside reputation as an honest trader gradually got established and she eventually made enough profit to purchase a small schooner. This was mostly paid for with the Brazilian gold but it gave plausibility to her sourcing of the valuable tropical timber for onward sale in Europe. When we had completely sold all our timber and gold, we purchased more copper and iron to trade with the Indians and returned to Brazil to double our profits. On this second visit, we could load both the schooner and the ship and we completed some excellent business. Both vessels returned to the Caribbean laden with timber, gold and silver, not to mention some rare precious stones and herbal medicines. Our trust with the Tribe had become established and they were keen to continue trading. Furthermore, some additional lesbians from other neighbouring tribe had expressed their wish to join us. The two tribes were related in blood and on friendly terms so it suited our purposes. Our trading base was also expanded and we needed crewmembers desperately to man both the ship and the schooner. It was on this second return voyage from Brazil that young Trysta; the Cornish bonds-woman had her sweet revenge on the brutal planter who had so scarred her beautiful back. It turned out that Trysta had been the only daughter of a widowed Cornish fisherman who had lost his boat and his life in a storm. Trysta had often crewed the little craft with her dad and she was a very proficient sailor. When the storm hit them they had almost made it to the sanctuary of their homeport but their boat had sunk in the surf outside the harbour. Trysta had managed to stay afloat and eventually fetched up in their homeport harbour where her father's colleagues dragged her from the water. She was rescued only to learn that she was now an orphan. The local squire decided that the fisherman's cottage where she had been born and raised was too good for an orphan girl. He wanted a productive tenant who could provide some rent, not a useless orphan girl. Consequently Trysta was bonded into servitude in the Indies and ended up on the brutal planter's estate. Trysta was Cornish and the Cornish people are Celts. The harsh tropical sun had soon patterned her Celtic features with a light tan and freckles whilst her light coppery hair had bleached to a richer golden blond. To avoid having to fuss with it too much, she had copied Sally, her Negro companion's hairstyle and cut it to shoulder length then braided the outer layers to avoid it always blowing in her face. The braids could be tied with a ribbon during strong wind and that kept her hair well disciplined. It also prevented it from looking scraggy when the salt spray had dried upon it. Like many sailors who spent years exposed to the elements, her hazel eyes had grown paler and she had a justifiably angry stare that cut right through anybody she disliked. With her childhood spent working her father's fishing boat, Trysta was a proven competent sailor. We gave her command of the schooner and she demonstrated her skills with excellent seamanship and navigation when trading the ship's cargo into and out of strange uncharted creeks. Our bigger and priceless investment, the main ship, always laid off below the horizon. We were still nervous about our title to the ship but so far, nobody had ever posted it missing. Elizabeth and Trysta always checked for any reports when they took the smaller schooner into the Caribbean trading ports. Our luck improved when one day, Trysta was sailing inshore with just enough distance to sight the main landmarks and yet follow our topsail as we laid off hull down to remain invisible from the land. That evening, as we were passing off the Island where Trysta had been rescued, we heard the dull rumble of cannon fire. Trysta, ever headstrong and impetuous; signaled that she was going to investigate and we were promptly left to kick our heels. She turned inland before we could advise her not to. She disappeared into the darkness and we were left wondering what the stupid girl was about. Reluctantly, we turned to make the land and we did not have long to wait and find out what Trysta had been up to. In the darkness, the cannon fire got louder and we promptly ran out our heavy guns. Suddenly we saw Trysta's personal recognition lights and then the lights of another unrecognised craft. Elizabeth trained her telescope on the unknown craft and gasped. "It's another topsail schooner. She's bigger than Trysta but she's in a mess. Her rigging's shot to pieces!" I trained my telescope and cursed; half expecting to see Trysta and the topsail schooner exchanging cannon fire, instead I had a bigger surprise. Looming out of the darkness came a bigger ship. "Never mind that!" I cursed, "There's another ship, a third one and she's bigger than both the schooners. She's a brig, and she's fast!" As I finished, another crash of cannon fire rang out from the brig and the unknown schooner was once more hammered with cannonballs. Then I saw Trysta fire at the brig. With her light schooner's bow-chasers she could do little to protect the other schooner but the real reason for her shooting at the brig, was to let us know who the new enemy was. It was obvious whom Trysta wanted us to shoot at and she had lured the pirate brig into a perfect trap. As always, when we heard gunfire, we had doused all our lights and lay in complete darkness. Although our ship was indeed heavily armed and very speedy, we avoided trouble like the plague. However, if need be, we could match the broadside of a small naval frigate. Trysta had deliberately shepherded her own schooner and the other damaged topsail schooner under the protection of our massive guns. Too late, the pirate brig suddenly realised he was undone. With only half a broadside from our port side, (Each alternative cannon.) the thunderous roar of our guns smashed the brig's masts and blasted huge chunks out of flimsy hull. The brig stopped dead in the water with her yards and canvas strewn all around her. In one monstrous cannonade we had completely disabled her. For good measure we rolled out the other cannon to show we were prepared to use the other half of a single broadside to completely blow her out of the water. The pirate captain let out a howl of rage and struck his colours immediately. In the meantime, Trysta had shepherded the other schooner under our starboard side and hailed us. Elizabeth went to answer the damaged topsail schooner whilst I kept an eye on the pirate brig. "What Ship and what port?" hailed Elizabeth. "The San Joaquin out of Havana, to whom do I owe the honour of my salvation?" came the heavily accented reply across inky darkness. "We are the good ship Damsel," replied Elizabeth thinking quickly upon her feet. "D'you wish to come aboard?" "Please. Yes. Thank God you were here. Those brigands attacked us as we were anchoring for the night. We found ourselves close inshore after a squall and we had decided to anchor for safety. That pirate just fell upon us as we were striking our sails. We were helpless and caught in the horns of the bay. We've been badly mauled and we need some repairs." "Are you sinking?" "No but we need timber, chord and Canvas." "Who is the brig that attacked you?" asked Elizabeth. "We don't know. He just fell upon us out of the darkness. He must know these waters well!" "Yes well he would wouldn't he," replied Elizabeth. "We have plenty of good timber in our hold so we can help you there. Canvas is a little scarce but we can spare to cut down an old sail. Run under our counter and we'll make you fast on the quarter. Can you cock-bill your top yard?" This request was to upend the main spar of his topsail to avoid hampering our rigging. The Spanish Captain proved a worthy sailor. He tipped up his yard with alacrity and deftly brought his craft alongside without mishap. Elizabeth welcomed him aboard and they discussed his needs. The man was desperately thankful for our assistance and quickly produced a bag of doubloons to pay for any material he would need. I on the other hand was attending to the shattered hulk that had once been the pirate brig. Satisfied that the Spanish schooner was OK, Trysta had had sailed around us again to close in on the shattered brig from the shore side. This was to deny any escape by longboats. She trained her bow-chasers and lighter cannon on the pirate crew thus pinning down any attempt to board us. Once the situation was secure, we lowered the jolly boat to take the pirate captain prisoner. He stepped aboard our ship and glared furiously when he realised the situation. He cursed and swore when he learned he had been soundly beaten by a 'gaggle of dammed frills an' petticoats!' With a dozen of our pistols trained upon him, we took no chances, and invited the Spanish captain to take the man prisoner, back to Havana. "He's your prisoner senor if you want him. Let him taste your justice," I offered. "I am obliged to you madam, but what of his wicked crew?" asked the Spaniard. "We'll give them the cutter and let them row back to the shore, or wherever they sprang from. I'll take the Brig as a prize, if you've no objections." The captain smiled and bowed with extreme politeness as he motioned to two of his crew to manacle the pirate captain. He had now realised that all his rescuers were women, and that they were wary of approaching the powerful brute of a pirate captain. Two of the Spanish captain's strongest men shackled him to our mizzenmast then we repaired below to join Elizabeth and share a meal whilst his crew set about repairing their schooner's broken decking. "So ladies firstly, my heartfelt thanks and those of my passengers." "It's our honour and privilege sir," replied Elizabeth in her best upper class manners. "Would you passengers wish to join us while your repairs are effected? Ours is a more comfortable berth for them until the work is done." The captain thought carefully and bit his lip nervously. The sudden appearance of a blacked out heavily gunned ship crewed by nothing but Amazonian females had made him nervous. For all he knew he might have stepped out of the frying pan and into the fire. Elizabeth sensed his uncertainty so she eased his discomfort. For him to refuse our offer of hospitality might have seemed crass and boorish. Alternatively, whoever his passengers where, they must be important. Elizabeth set his mind and strict Spanish sense of good manners at rest. "It's no matter sir. Hopefully in a few days you'll be fit to resume your passage. Your passengers may rest easy." The man visibly relaxed then tensed slightly as a wild-eyed Trysta stepped uninvited into our cabin. In polite Spanish society, nobody would ever burst into a Captain's cabin without first knocking. The Spanish captain prepared to draw his sword but relaxed again as Elizabeth intervened. "Do not fret sir. This young lady is named Trysta. She is the captain of our partner vessel, the little schooner who intervened on your behalf. We deem her of equal rank insofar as she captains our other craft." The captain stared at the disheveled, salt stained, powder-burned appearance of the wild-eyed Trysta then turned to me again. "This young thing. This child, this girl?" "The very same," I reassured him. "Not a child sir, but certainly a young lady albeit of small size but a brave and competent sailor. You've more cause to thank her bravery than ours. That pirate brig was a real adversary for her tiny schooner but a mere scrap of timber to our guns." The Spanish Captain turned and bowed stiffly as he respectfully kissed Trysta's hand. None knew better than he of the risks Trysta had taken and the courage she had shown. "That brig was a pirate madam. And he was heavily gunned for such a small ship. You are a creature of rare courage to attack the brig with such a small schooner. I must truly thank you young lady, but why such anger now." Trysta turned to me with her pale hazel eyes blazing maniacally. "Listen Madeline, it's that blasted pirate captain, e's the bloody plantation owner from the Island. E's the one who did this to me!" So saying, she whipped her silken blouse off to expose her beautiful pert young breasts before turning to expose the hideous scars on her back. For a moment, the shocked Spanish Captain's eyes widened with appreciative wonder before a grotesque frown twisted his lips. "Oh my God!" he gasped. "What sort of monster is he?" "A bloo-ody vicious varmint!" cursed Trysta ignoring any polite mores. "Are you certain?" I gasped. "Of course Oi'm bloody certain. Ask Sally! That bastard has been a- persecutin' us for months. Ever since we a-bin put into 'is service!" We did not doubt Trysta's word and Sally, the other witness to the man's cruelty, was too busy attending to her mate's duties on the schooner. Trysta suddenly realised she was still bare-breasted in front of a Spanish gentleman and her freckled face crimsoned as she hastily donned her blouse. "Oh! I'm sorry, Oi- Oi be so dammed angry." "And you have every right to be young lady. I see now where you get your courage. Did you know it was he when you attacked his ship?" "Oi suspected it. When Oi was indentured to his services Oi learned o' some funny goings on. We heard gunfire at night then much wealth would suddenly appear on his plantation. It didn't fall from the heavens and no other ship 'ad come a-tradin' those past few days. That brig of 'is did'n do much tradin' either! Jus' sat there in the 'arbour then of an occasional night, there'd be gunfire followed by riches. Don't take much to work i'rout!" "So when you heard the gunfire you already suspected." "I recognised them guns of 'is, 'eard them too off'n before." I exchanged glances with Elizabeth and Azure. It was too late to scold Trysta for her recklessness, and anyway, she had proven her courage and skills. We decided that fortune favours the brave and our Spanish guest was thoroughly impressed by her actions. By the time we had eaten, the pirate crew were in chains and we slept on their fate. At dawn, the repair work on the Spanish schooner began in earnest. The ship had her own shipwright and plenty of labour amongst the pirate crew. Several of the pirates were in fact honest men who had been placed in the same trap as Trysta. She and Sally, her erstwhile companion, identified them to us and they were given several options. They were of assorted nationalities but all chose to accompany the Spanish schooner to freedom. The island had proved a nightmare to them and they were glad to be free of it. As the sun rose, the work on the Spanish schooner moved apace and we debated what to do with the pirates. Trysta and Sally identified the worst criminals and we decided to keep them as slaves for our own purposes. These were the brutes that had dehumanised and brutalised the slaves who worked on the plantation. "So what to do with them? They are all big brutes and bloody dangerous," I observed. Azure smiled knowingly and motioned to me to accompany her to her apothecary. End of Chapter 5B ? To Be Continued Comment please !! [email protected]