Three Pirates and a Mermaid
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Although all his friends laughed at him Blake knew that mermaids are real. It was a strange thing for a cowboy to talk about, since he lived and worked, well, inland, away from the ocean. However, after every cattle drive instead of hitting up a cathouse or saloon, he went to San Francisco. He spent all day sitting on a pier and watched the ocean, looking for his beloved mermaid.
Blake was a veteran of the War Between the states. He was a Union Calvary Sargent until he was captured while scouting for General Grant. He was sent to Andersonville prison and when he caught the smell of the camp several miles out, he knew he had to escape. He entered through the North Gate at dusk. As soon as it was dark, he found a guard and snuck up behind him. He grabbed the Reb in a powerful chokehold until he collapsed to the ground. Blake stripped him naked and put on the gray uniform, over his blue one. He walked out of the South Gate and never looked back.
He planned to steal a horse and ride South to Florida. Once he was at the ocean, he would acquire a boat and set sail to one of the Union ships blockading the rebel ports. It took more than two months to reach the Florida coast. and another three weeks to locate a Rebel port, with blockading Union ships. Being a landlubber his whole life, he had no idea how to swim. Even if he could, the ships were too far out at sea.
He did find several rowboats and one canoe. He knew how to use those, but they were too slow. If someone saw him and sounded the alarm, there was no way he could reach the ships. The small fast privateers in port would outrun him. All the other vessels in port were too large for one man to run, even if he knew how to sail.
He went into a local saloon, knowing the locals would buy him drinks and food. All he would have to do is spin yarns of Southern victories. As he told lies about battles he wasn't in, he heard that one of the ships was going to try and run the blockade. He saw a Reb Navy officer sitting at the bar. Raising his voice he said, "Well we would've won this here war already. Only reason we ain't is those damn Navy boys can't get us enough bullets to kill those damn Yankees. All they do is sit in port gettin' drunk and fuckin' whores."
Of course, the Navy officer took umbrage at those comments. He stood up and invited Blake to have a short debate on the relative merits of their respective services. The debate ended with three black eyes, two fat lips, one bloody nose, and $50 of broken furniture. The officer also being a gentleman, "You, I say, you, sir, should see how real men fight if you dare. We set sail an hour after dark." Blake accepted the invitation.
Blake's had no idea what he would do, but he knew he would figure something out. He was a survivor. He boarded the A. D. Vance, a modern steamship only two years out of the Scottish shipyard that built it. Blake planned to break an oil lamp and set the ship aflame. When the Union ships came to investigate, they would pick up survivors, and he could reveal who he was.
The night was as dark as closed eyes. It was overcast and there was no moon. Blake held his hand up and couldn't see it even when it was touching his nose. The Reb sailors went about their work without a sound. The lines pulled aboard and the ship was underway. Blake could see a faint glow in the distance and asked someone nearby what it was. He heard someone sit some tobacco juice then say, "Dem's those damn yank ships. I reckon dey is five er six miles South West of us." Then he heard the man walk away.
Blake bided his time watching the glow get bigger. He wanted to be as close to the Union ships as possible. When it seemed that the light was as close as it would get, Blake found a lantern and wrapped it in a piece of cloth he stole. He put the bundle on the deck and stepped on it, coughing to hide the noise of the glass breaking. "Hush up ya landlubber," came a whisper from one of the sailors.
When no one came to see what the noise was, Blake kicked an edge of the cloth into an open hatch. He went down the ladder, to the sailors sleeping quarters. His exploration of the ship showed him a second hatch and ladder at the other end of the sleeping space. He struck a match and held it to the oil-soaked cloth which caught and illuminated the night. As he dashed past the hammocks he broke every oil lamp he passed.
There were screams and curses on the deck. The sailors knew the Yankee ships had started to head toward them. Now they had to fight a fire and the hated Yankees. The attempts to fight the fire were short-lived. A piece of the burning cloth fell into the berthing compartment and landed in a pool of oil. The flames followed the trails of oil, the ship had become a funeral pyre for those aboard.
Blake ran up the ladder ahead of the flames. No one saw him since they were too busy launching boats and jumping overboard. Blake could see the fear and panic in the faces of the Rebs as they tried to decide if they wanted to drown or burn to death. Blake got into a boat as it before the flames took the men assigned to lower it. The few lucky souls on the boat were only singed. Several of the men pulled knives, so Blake drew his cavalry saber and cut a rope. Without warning the boat fell into the sea.
As the men began to row away from the inferno, they were pulling soggy survivors aboard. What Blake didn't know, was that several Rebel warships were patrolling the coast. They were closer to the A. D. Vance. As soon as the Yankee ships were in range, the hidden Confederate ships opened fire on them. Now Blake had to deal with angry Rebel sailors and a raging naval battle.
Blake was sitting in the forward-most part of the boat, and helping to row so they could survive this nightmare. As they rowed away from danger, there was a resounding explosion. Blake's ears were ringing when he looked over his shoulder to see a cannonball had fallen short. It killed most of the men in the boat. The few survivors had wounds ranging from wooden shrapnel to missing limbs. Blake had a few small cuts on his hands and face. Unsure how he got so lucky he began to look for something to keep him afloat until the battle was over.
He saw a fragment of his boat floating a few feet away. He leapt toward it and missed as he hit the water. The weight of his cavalry boots and two wool uniforms dragged him underwater. The water wasn't very deep where he was. When he hit bottom, he jumped hoping to get to the surface. His lungs screamed and his heart raced as he clawed his way up the briny deep.
He broke the surface and gulped in the cool night air. He was something floating nearby and he grabbed it. Whatever it was, it was big enough for him to climb on top of and rest. The battle appeared to be over, and the burning ship was of fin the distance, leaving him in the dark and alone. "Anyone alive," he screamed hoping for someone, anyone to keep him company. No one responded. Blake's body had reached its limit. He was mentally and physically exhausted from the fear of capture. He fell asleep.
When morning came, Blake woke up to water in his face. He had shifted positions and his face was hanging off the side of... 'What am I on,' Blake wonders. He sat up and looked down. As soon as he did he wished he hadn't. He was on the corpse of a Rebel sailor. After feeding the fish last night's dinner, he realized the sea had grown rough. There were dark and ominous clouds on the horizon. Blake looked in all directions and didn't see any sign of ships or land. Not knowing what to do Blake called out for help and got no response. He didn't even see debris from the battle in the water. around him. About an hour later it was dark as night. Lightning and thunder were almost constant. As the storm-tossed Blake around he fell into the water. The sea was so rough he couldn't even see the corpse. Blake kicked frantically to keep his head above water while he tried to come up with a plan.
After a short time, he could no longer keep his head out of water. His saber and waterlogged clothes dragged him under. He was on the verge of drowning. He closed his eyes and began to recite a half-remembered prayer from his childhood. As the words he learned at his mother's knee came back to him, he felt something pulling him to the surface. He opened his eyes tried to make sense of what his eyes saw through the murky water. There was a beautiful, flaxen-haired, bare-breasted creature right in front of him. Her arms were wrapped around him, and she was propelling them to the surface.
Once his head breached the surface, Blake gasped for breath. As he sucked in the cool crisp air, Blake saw two other mermaids supporting him. When it started to rain, Blake opened his mouth as wide as he could and drank in every possible drop of water. The Mermaids kept him afloat and Blake had no idea where they were taking him. He lost track of time since he went in and out of consciousness. He thought he spent three of four days with the mermaids. However long it was, he never heard them speak. he tried to talk to them but never got any discernable response. They seemed to listen to him and reacted. But they didn't communicate with him, or each other.
When Blake saw land, he had no idea what country it was. As they got closer, he saw ships moving flying the Stars and Stripes. His eyes teared up knowing he was safe and alive. He gestured to the ships as he stripped off the gray uniform leaving him in his Union blues. The mermaid's dove and pushed him toward the ship until the sailors could hear his cries. The lowered a boat and started to row toward him. Blake grabbed his mermaid and asked her, "Why did you rescue me?" She kissed him with a burning passion before she dove underwater as the boat approached him.
The sailors pulled him aboard, and heard him mumbling, "Marry me, mermaid, marry me." They wrote it off to exposure and dehydration. As the sailors rowed back to the ship, he saw the mermaids frolicking in the distance. He knew they were watching him. As they hoisted him onto the ship, Blake looked out to the horizon. He saw his mermaid wave before she disappeared in the waves. Blake knew it was unlikely that he would ever see her again. He also knew he would never be able to love another woman the way he loved her. His heart burned with desire, he had to find her again.
The ship's surgeon pushed all the deckhands out of the way. "How the fuck did a calvary Sargent get into the middle of the Caribbean," he asked no one. He had them move Blake to his quarters, as soon as Blake's head hit the bed, he was asleep.
When Blake awoke, he stood up and stretched. He felt famished and thirsty beyond belief. He opened the door and stepped onto the main deck of the ship. When the sailors saw him they backed away, calling for the surgeon.
Blake stood before the ship's commanding officer, a Navy lieutenant. "Where the hell did you come from, Sargent," he asked.
Blake related his story, and when got to the naval battle, the lieutenant stopped him. "That battle took place two weeks ago. Am I supposed to believe you've been floating around the Caribbean on a corpse? For all that time? No food, little water.
When Blake described the storm, the Lieutenant looked at him puzzled. "There was a report of a severe storm several hundred miles south of Texas. There is no way you drifted there and back here in a few days. I don't know if your telling sea stories of lost your mind." The Lieutenant stared at him for several minutes. "Master at Arms," he called.
The door to his stateroom opened. A rotund Irish man stepped into the room. "Sir?"
"Put the Sargent into the brig. We'll turn him over to the Army when we return to port."
"Aye aye, sir," the large man said. He seized Blake and dragged him through the ship to the brig. He unlocked the single-cell and pushed him in slamming the door shut behind him.
Blake had no idea how long he spent in the cell. When the ship finally made port, the big Irish man escorted him off the ship. On the pier, a Captain took custody of him and he loaded onto a wagon driven by a Corporal and two privates rode with him.
The squad brought Blake to a hospital to have him checked out. No one knew what to do with him. A nurse escorted him to a bed and gave him some food and water. After eating his fill, Blake lay down and slept. He woke up to gunshots and the other patients thought the town was under attack by the rebels. Figuring he could grab a rifle and ammo from a corpse, Blake ran outside. He found the townsfolk celebrating the end of the civil war. Blake never went back to the hospital. He reported to a local calvary unit, and in all the excitement no one questioned him. Three months later, he received his discharge from the Army and his back pay.
With the money he had, he bought a small ranch in Florida. He spent his days caring for his two dozen head and sitting on the pier staring at the ocean mumbling, "Swim to me my love, swim to me." The locals thought he was crazy, after all, he was a Yankee and never showed interest in a lady. They all ignored him, but soon the pier became known as Blake’s Pier.
Blake was sitting in his usual spot at the end of the pier. It was high tide so he pulled off his boots and put them aside. He took off his socks and stuffed them in his boots. His Colt Model 1860 was hurting his side, so he took off his gunbelt, the only thing he had left from his time at war. He wrapped the belt around the gun and stuffed it in his boot. He let his feet soak in the water as he watched the ocean, as he had for so many years.
Off in the distance, a tail broke the surface of the ocean and Blake jumped up, "It's her," he yelled and jumped into the ocean. He began swimming out to sea yelling, "Wait for me, my love, wait for me."
No one that witnessed the old man who swam out to sea screaming at the empty ocean ever forgot the sight. No one ever saw Blake again, but he was not forgotten. The locals left his boots and gun on the pier until a storm washed the entire thing out to sea several years later.
His farm stood empty until recently. A retirement home called The Blake now sits on his land. No one knows where the money came from to build it. Or who got the property rights from his estate.
If you're ever around Front Beach Road by Miller County Pier, look for an elderly man. You’ll know it’s him because he’ll be pushing his wife in a wheelchair. She is a flaxen-haired woman, and you can see she was stunning in her youth. She’ll be covered to her neck with blankets, no matter the weather. Ask them about mermaids. They’ll make you a believer too.
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Sir Desmond Anstruther MC (Baronet) tapped the silver ferule of his walking stick irritably on the marble mosaic floor of the Wanderers Club in London's Pall Mall. He scowled at the elderly porter behind the mahogany reception desk. "My cab?" It wasn't so much an inquiry as a military-style reprimand.Noakes, the club's Head Porter, looked up nervously from his ledger and gave a discreet cough, masking it with the cuff of his gold-embroidered frock coat. Lifting the earpiece of an old fashioned...
SpankingWe were then staying at Vadodara and had recently come from Mumbai on transfer. For few months we stayed in Makarpura and then shifted to Tarsali. I was then 38 years old and my wife was 35. I had two children one daughter and one son. Since several months my wife was sick due to multiple reasons. It all started with pelvic inflammatory disease. Then severe stomach ache. Many gastroenterologist conducted many tests like endoscopy, colonoscopy etc and treatment was on. after few months she...
Dear Readers, I am still working on the Jungle Man series. I have a few chapters that I am tweaking on Manolito and Clara. However, this story was something that I just wrote. It seemed to just flow and I went with it. I will not forget about my other story. Life has been hectic and now I am on a break with lots of time to devote to tying up loose ends. Hope you enjoy Jake and Daisy. * The Gentle Cowboy Jake McKean was done. Done fucking prostitutes. Done drinking himself to sleep because...
I yearned to meet this rough and ready cowboy again, and have him take me beyond the conventional sexual adventures. Let’s face it, I wanted to fuck him, again, because it brought out that naughty side in me. I wasn’t planning on leaving my aunts home for another two weeks. Surely we would meet once more; unfortunately, due to his schedule that second encounter never happened. He did come and say goodbye that morning I left for home. How can I find the man of my dreams, only to...
Man this sucked! I was stranded in the middle of nowhere. Farmington, TX. That’s the last sign that I had passed. This was the town that my Uncle was supposed to own a ranch in. According to my directions I had another thirty miles to go… and now my old truck had finally given up on me. I cussed myself for not taking mom up on her offer of bringing her new Lexus for the trip. But how would it look if I showed up on a ranch in a Lexus? It was raining. No, scratch that, it was pouring. Thick...
I'm a straight acting guy that has a lust for older chubby daddies that are masculine acting and wears rugged cowboy clothes . A well worn cowboy hat with sweat stains around the brim ,leather vest ,Levi jeans , and scuffed up leather boots are what turns me on the most !My Cowboy Daddy/Grandpa must have a chubby solid belly , strong hands , and a kind face with " friendly " eyes . If he looks like John Wayne ,Ed Asner, or Wilford Brimly I'll be putty in his hands !!! ...
I Want To Ride A Cowboy My car is broken down in a lonely spot out on a country road. I am wearing my black fishnet stockings with suspenders up to my crotch, with my cherry-red mini micro skirt riding my smooth tight arse, and my lacy see-through black top with no bra; my favorite knee-high, lace-up boots completing my slutty look.I am wondering what do when I glance over into a paddock. A nice-looking man is fixing fencing; he looks like a cowboy with all the gear. A dark blue, checked shirt...
Quickie SexI met Christine at a seminar on Industrial Relations. It was mostly bullshit from people who had never held a tool in their hands and had no real world experience. They were full theories that they had learned from textbooks, but my company was paying the freight so there I was. When we broke for lunch I headed for the hotel restaurant. I stopped at the bathroom to take a whiz and when I got to the restaurant I found that all the seats were taken and the greeter told me there was at least a...
Essentially what you have here at your service is a story telling cowboy with a masters in business administration. However, I can only certify one of the three aforementioned requisites that being Masters degree in Business Administration. The accuracy of my claim at being a story teller or a cowboy is still to be tested. I say, pon my word, a mystery wrapped inside a mystery, covered by a veil has been set down and neither I in my guise of story teller or cowboy will reveal it. Those of...
There was a 70 year old grandma that moved in right next to my apartment, I was 18 at the time and my grandpa was 74. I lived with my grandpa at the time. The old grandma would come to talk to my grandpa each day, she would keep teasing him, she would flirt with him, she tried to seduce him. My grandpa ignored her at first but then he started flirting with her after a couple days. I once came out of my apartment only to see her sucking his dick outside on the porch while he was touching her...
(Part one) Morning Memory Katie glanced out her classroom window and noticed the ominous clouds darkening the afternoon skies. This 18-year-old high school senior jerked involuntarily when a blaze of lightening streaked to the ground. Big Sky country was what Montana was called and a big sky storm was brewing. When her 12th grade history teacher resumed his droning, boring lecture, Katie’s mind returned to its meandering memories of what had happened before breakfast this morning. She had...
He watched them as they sat sipping their colorful drinks and flirting with male guests and hotel employees alike at the Garden Cloud Lounge. They were undoubtedly four sisters, all in their late twenties and thirties, and attractive. They were obviously American, and they laughed as they tried what little Spanish they knew on the young waiters. He had seen groups like this many times. Their often affluent husbands allowed them to have "Girl's Time Off" now and then. It worked out on both...
Catherine and Alexander by: Bruce Leach Although the children never knew it times had been rough in the castle. Their father, the Duke of Beaufort, had in recent days made a number of unfortunate alliances that put not only his fortune but his entire properties and even his own life in jeopardy. In these days after the king's death the wrong friends could mean accusations of treachery and the Duke had made all the wrong friends. Things looked bleak until he had an...
Sue Miller, 26, a vetenerrian student in a country town, is still searching for the right relationship. She is well built and she knows that. But she still can't accept the fact that her body does attract men more than her sharp intellect. That's why she plays hard-to-get and therefor gets it hard! And that reflects clearly out of her sexual fantasies as you see: I'm angry on my late way home. My new boyfriend kicked me out of his car after an argument. He said, that I was cold and selfish -...
She had been walking through the woods, the fall colors blazing through the branches of the trees. Peaceful and quiet, she let the cool fall breeze clear all thoughts of her lonely, unhappy life. As she rounded the curve of a trail she was on, she noticed a man sitting on the bench up ahead. He had on a brown cowboy hat, a flannel shirt, tight blue jeans, and black cowboy boots. He was watching her as she approached."Hello, cowboy.”"Hi, good looking”Blushing, she asked, "How are you today?”He...
OutdoorAndrea On Her Own (Part 3 of Andrea's Stand) A Note Before: If you have not read parts 1 and 2, please go back and do so. I have spent some time trying to develop the characters involved and a brief description of the plot so far will not help you much. Chapter 1: Needing More I leaned back in my chair and stretched. It had been a long hour and a half finishing the homework from my calc. class. As I stretched I felt the sweater pressing against the breast forms and glanced...
This introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestThis introduction story is based on true events. All the characters mentioned are above the age of 18. For personal reasons, the names of the characters have been changed. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The writer does not believe in any kind of discrimination or disrespect towards women. The story has been written for sexual satisfaction and should be held in the same regard. “Aah!” Nandini moaned as my thick member entered her...
IncestSant Ghoshal-Anand Goswami ‘pahunche huye’ siddh purush ya mahatma hn.Sundar Van ke ghane jungle me Aadiwasi basti se sata unka ‘Slddhashram’ h.swami ji vese to Raam Bhakti ki rasik shakha Sakhi Sampraday ke bhakt hn lekin vo Shiv Bhagvan ke nagn rup ke upasak bhi hn.Isi liye unke Ashram me ghuste hi ek sundar Shiva Ling sthaapit milta h. kaha jata h ki yeh ”Swaymbhu Lingam” h, arthat iska nirman kisi kaarigar ne nahin kiya, ye to uska apne aap bana prakritik rup h.ye nitya ling h. Swami ji ke...
Mandy's sickest stories - Mandy reloadedAuthor: SickoChickMandyAuthor's email: mandydarkfantasies [at] gmail [dot] comTags: F/f, torture, snuff, feet, nc, cannibalismProofread by EmmaPNote, that English is not my native language, so my writing will surely have many grammatical and syntax errors just as improper usage of expressions. I can only hope someone will still find it exciting. Be aware, this is graphic, brutal and extreme. I read it after writing and scared of myself.DisclaimerThis...