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The Forgotten Island
Caribbean Sea 1735
Aboard the SS Sharon
Day 1
The main mast had shattered to pieces after the last wave washed over. Half the crew was washed overboard, the other half was in complete disarray. Captain Steven Blitzen took a moment to gather his thoughts.’ If I can get turned INTO the waves…’ After the last series of waves, mixed with the reef they were just now bouncing against, he doubted he had a rudder left to steer with. He ran to the empty spot once held by his helmsman. Lightning crashed across the sky, Steven looked up just in time to see the crossbeam about to hit his…
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Rainbow colored fireworks, his young wives, his little sisters Maddie and Penny, his little brother Tim, his loving daughters, Mom, his favorite candy touched his tongue. Nursing his mothers bosom, the whoosh whoosh of her heartbeat…the speed was too slow…
‘Sir? Sir? Are you alive??’ The voice was soft, young. ‘Nadia?’ Steven croaked.
‘Aye Sir.’
‘Waves crashing, not heartbeat…ow my head.’ Steven attempted to sit up, getting his head only a few inches off of the rain battered sand before succumbing to the weight of gravity pulling on his weakened neck.
Nadia sounded confused and yet relieved. ‘Sir I don’t know what you are talking about, just happy you are talking at all. You have a head wound. I’ve stitched it.’
Nadia had been a stowaway, the lithe 20 year old girl, with dark brown wavy hair, and sky blue eyes, had hidden in with the cargo. It was nearly a week into the voyage when she had been discovered. Steven being a family man, decided to be fair, and put her to work instead of the normal course of action…throwing her overboard. The Captain had made her the cooks assistant briefly. The cook was thankful, he barely had to do anything…for a week. After another week at sea, Nadia had become something of the Captains pet. She stuck by his side learning all about the ship and how it operated. She learned about the Captain, and his leadership. She learned about math, science, and had even begun to learn to read thanks to Steven Blitzen. Out of the many things she had learned from him, the one she cherished most was his lessons about love. Within days of being at his side, she began to worship him. A couple weeks later, she was bunking with him.
Her words now came faster, hurried, urgent.
‘Sir, there are so many dead, they are all over the beach, I gathered as many supplies from the boat as I could, I got a hold of a gun, a couple swords, a whip, and have the surviving slaves gathering crates from the water, but there’s too many of them, and they might try to mutiny…’
‘Slaves aren’t crew. They are cargo, cargo can’t mutiny.’ Steven groaned. ‘How many?’
‘How many what, sir?’
‘How many slaves are alive?’ Steven was on his side, leaning on an elbow, trying to look around, and clearing the sand from his eyes.
‘Ten sir, all of them are the British older orphans, one boy, nine girls. None of the Negros survived.’ She was truly heartbroken about it from her voice. Steven wasn’t surprised, even though he had strongly discouraged it, she had gotten to know many of the slaves. Most of the orphans were her age or slightly younger
His eyes were getting clearer. He noticed that not one on the beach looked over five foot tall..
‘Where is the surviving crew?’ At this question, Nadia’s ‘be tough’ attitude buckled. Tears came streaming openly.
I haven’t found any sir, I think they are all dead. Many I’ve recognized as they washed up on the beach, but twenty-five or six are missing.
Steven attempted math. Forty five crew, 40 slaves, 39 passengers…’Passengers?!’
Nadia looked up from her tears, almost choking on her words.
‘Mrs Swann, her sister Olivia, Mrs Capri, Mr Cooper, and Jeremiah Smith survived. Mrs Capri probably won’t last the night. She’s been bleeding bad, and I can’t stop it. The passengers are all sitting on the beach doing nothing, well, except for Jeremiah, he was helping me.’
Steven got to his feet. He scanned the beach, the wood line, the shore, and then the horizon.
He finished the equation. 14 percent. He needed to take stock of what they had, then he would figure out where they were.
He helped Nadia to her feet. Her pants were shredded from the knees down, the twine holding them up had gotten frayed. Her shirt was torn in half in the front.. However indecent it was, no one had even noticed. It was a good bet most of the passengers and cargo had thought her a man. Only now if you looked closely would you detect her small bosoms. Steven peeled his topcoat off and draped it over her small shoulders.
The Captain looked at the sky. It was close to midday, 7 hours of sunlight left. They walked together the 110 yards to where the rest had gathered. Piles of items and crates were arranged on the beach past the high tide mark. Nadia had taken control and had been thinking clearly, this was obvious. Steven let a beam of pride cross his heart. He set his hand on her shoulder.
‘You’ve done a good job thus far, I will be relying on you quite a bit in the future, we may be here awhile…’ He smiled down at her. His 5′ 9′, seemed to tower over her 4′ 11′ frame as she looked up at him. He winked., ‘…you are my first mate now.’
Nadia Howard
Nadia was exhausted. She dragged the plank she used as a life raft onto the beach, and collapsed, begging for more oxygen in her lungs. She closed her eyes and replayed the last few moments on the Sharon.
Wilbur Burton had disappeared right before her eyes. One minute she was trying to help take down the sail on the fore mast, holding tightly to the rope, the next, a massive wave had come over the port side and simply erased Wilbur. The wave was less fierce closer to the bow where she was, it had simply swept her off her feet. The rope she was clutching to, had saved her. If she wasn’t helping with the fore sails, she would have been standing next to the Captain a mid ship. Oh NO!
Her eyes reeled over to where she last saw him. He was moving towards the wheel. The last wave had finished off the main mast, it had landed on the aft mast, cracking the port cross beam. Lighting broke across the sky. Nadia could clearly see the crack as the main mast rolled off into the sea, and the cross beam crashed right onto the bridge. The Captain had also disappeared before her eyes. The wheel had come off the axle. Her captain, her leader, her savior, her lover.?..was just standing there a minute ago. ‘Did he dive out of the way?’ She searched the bridge with her eyes. The way the ship was tossing, she was afraid to let go of the rope.
‘STEVEN!!’ Protocol went out the window. It wasn’t like there was much of a crew left. Most had been washed down to Davy Jones locker when Wilbur did.
‘STEVEN!!’ The adrenaline got the best of her, She let go of the rope and raced to the bridge, slipping and tripping over debris along the way. She crawled up the steps to the bridge using her hands and feet to see her Lord and Master unconscious but breathing. She crawled to him as the ship pitched and yawed. Nadia knew the Sharon only had minutes left afloat. Nadia reached back and slapped the Captain hard.
‘Captain! Wake up!!’
The SS Sharon decided to give it all up, She turned over onto her side violently, tossing Nadia into the sea. Nadia found, and then swam to a floor joist and held onto the 2 x 2 foot beam with all of her strength, looking for her Captain. The black sea in it’s anger refused to give up all it had swallowed, which may have just been the captain as well. ‘He’s gone, just gone.’
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Getting the slaves to haul things up the beach wasn’t hard, she had found a whip, and the Captain had taught her how to throw it. Besides, they were all teens and most were her age and smaller than her. What worried her was the lack
of water. Many crates had shown up on the beach, but no water barrels had.
All of the passengers that survived were injured, Mrs Capri being the worst. She asked about her husband, as to his whereabouts, to no one in particular. Nadia hadn’t the heart to tell her he was dead and beginning to bloat on the beach. Mrs Capri had a broken board lodged in her guts, in through near her belly button and out near where her kidney should have been. The board that had saved her by keeping her afloat was slowly killing her by bleeding her to death. Good Lady Capri made sure to cover her wound so none could see her nakedness, skin, bowels, or organs. Nadia didn’t need to see the wound, she could see the trail of blood running down, and then sinking into the sand.
She was seeing to some of the slaves wounds, now that the crates were safely on the beach, when a sound caught her ear.
‘Ugghhhh’. It was down the beach. ‘It’s your imagination…keep stitching’.
‘Oooooww!’ She heard it. ‘That’s not my imagination! That sounds like the Captain!’ She dropped the needle and thread. She stood and tore down the beach.
‘Oh Steven, my Master, my Captain, my LOVE!’ The thought fueled her legs. She raced down the beach, her tattered shirt giving way it’s last few threads and falling off her shoulders, the wind too much a match for the frayed thread holding it on.
She thought back to the house she lived in, not a year before, while she tended to her Captain. This terrible tragedy was just one in a series of horrible things that always seemed to follow her.
Her mother was a religious woman, more married to Christ than to her father. So when her father started breeding her older sisters, her mother hid in the church or in the master bedroom praying. Nadia laid next to the action when her father impregnated her older sister Carol. Nadia pretended to sleep through it, but watched with slit open eyes. When her next oldest sister hit 18, Daddy came to the bedroom for her too. Her father spent more time in the girls bedroom than he did eating and reading. Night after night, Nadia watched as her elder two sisters were taken by her father. Soon it would be her turn. Carol had said, that once father had taken her in bed the first time, no other man would ever have them. It was as if they were married to their father the moment they lay together. The only other option was to run away and be a prostitute. Carol and Mattie had accepted their fate to be wives to their father. Nadia did not.
Nadia stole a four pence from her fathers purse, and grabbed some clothes. She ran down to the docks and hid behind a stack of crates. She watched as men loaded three different ships. The first time she saw that there was a break in the loading, she looked all around, and ran up the gang plank to the deck of the closest ship.
Fear invaded every pore of her being, as she looked for a place to hide. She heard voices, male voices, coming closer to the base of the loading plank. Her ears were tuned to the sound of a man coming up the plank to the deck of the ship. Nadia searched harder for something that would hide her, she scanned the deck and finally found the hole in the deck that hosted a set of descending stairs. With her clothes in her arms, and four pence worth of salted meat and bread in her pockets, she raced down the stairs and sat next to an orphan that was chained to the lower floors deck, with her hands together in front of her and her head down. The low light on that deck, and the exhausted orphans hid the fact she didn’t belong there.
The Organization of Capri Beach
Water. The very modem of life. The survivors of the Sharon were surrounded by it, yet none of it drinkable. Seawater with it’s high salt content is eventually fatal. A couple of slave children found that out, the hard way. Mrs Capri had died in the night. Mr Cooper decided to go for a swim sometime in the night and never returned. That only left the Swanns and young Jeremiah Smith as passengers.
Water. One can live about three days without it, and day one had passed. Of the 10 young slaves, 4 had died. The only male, two of the eldest females,and one of the youngest females. The poor male tried fishing in deeper water and was taken by a shark. The 6 year old female was climbing a tree for coconuts as per Nadia’s orders, slipped, and broke her neck on the way down to the ground. The two eldest drank a belly full of seawater, gone crazy and drowned themselves together.
That left 21 year old Jenny, 20 year old Beatrice, 19 year old Anna, 19 year old Lizzy, 18 year old Leslie, and 18year old Lynn. The six of them huddled around one of the fires Nadia had made for them, wrapped in the burlap and cotton clothes they had salvaged. The girls had been headed for the cotton mills in the new world. The darker skinned slaves would have been in the fields. The girls had been bonded to slavery, due to conviction of their mothers for being witches or prostitutes. Through the night they discussed that the mill might have actually been better than what they were going through now.
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‘Everywhere the boards did shrink’ Blitzen mentally remarked, if he survived, he would write about this misadventure. Maybe his friend Samuel could get it printed. Though in light of the situation he doubted one in three would survive. Getting off this island…well that would take some time. ‘Water, Water everywhere nor any drop to drink’
Nadia aroused him from his thoughts.
‘We have 4 fires built, and I rationed the food accordingly Sir’
He looked down at her groggily. ‘Good, now make our camp Lieutenant’
‘Yes Sir!’ It was obvious she loved her new status. Nadia scurried off to where she had collected the most valuable cargo. Steven’s eyes followed her She was a sexy woman right before his eyes. He wondered about dry powder suddenly, then that thought led to a new thought.
‘What if there are natives on this island???’
Once they had settled in under a makeshift shelter of their own. Steven asked Nadia about signs of possible natives.
‘Nothing I saw Captain, but I never left the beach.’ She was poking at the fire, and looking up at him with a look he recognized. After all they had gone through in the last twelve hours, she was still focused on her girly crush. She had stopped wearing the topcoat after the fire was started. Steven found himself glancing at her small bosom. She had been modest at one point, but not in private around him. Steven tried to focus on the water situation.
‘What have you accomplished in the way of water?’ He tried to keep his eyes on her face.
‘I had the girls climb coconut trees, I have 15 for us, and each girl was given two. I showed them how to use sharp rocks to open them.’ She said proudly.
He set her straight. ‘That’s less than a day’s water for the slaves.’ Her looked at her sternly. ‘We have to find a fresh water source at first light.’
‘Yes Sir.’ She looked down at her feet on top of the wool blanket she had laid down to keep them off the sand. Her knees at her chest and her right hand clutching the ‘Pokey stick’ as she called it, stoking the fire.
In a wave of emotion, Steven realized he was still alive, and yes they would find a way to survive. He looked over at the girl with the massive girly crush on him. He lightly pulled her chin toward his face so she was looking at him, eye to eye.
‘I did notice young Lieutenant, you seem to have a bit of affection for me. I want you to know it goes both ways Nadia.’ With that he leaned in and kissed her softly on the lips. They closed their eyes and Nadia fell on top of Steven in a cascade of passion. Lips mashed against each other as what started as gentle became aggressive. Steven began to pull off still damp clothes while never releasing his kiss. Nadia undid the knot holding her pants on, and Steven tore them down.
It hurt…no it hurt bad. She almost wanted to stop. When his hips m
et hers it was the sharp pain of a blade surrounded by the warmth and fuzzy feeling of her favorite blanket. Then waves of twitchy nerves got all happy. She began to moan, the fullness of him inside her, the way he touched her cervix, her eyes rolled up inside her head. She shook from the pleasure. She couldn’t speak, she could only swim in the bath of pure erotic pleasure. She never wanted it to end. Suddenly she felt a surge of pressure deep inside. Causing another blinding color show behind her eyelids as waves of bliss washed over her. She panted when Steven stopped. She smiled and looked up at him with the only emotion she understood. ‘You own me too. I am yours’. With that, Steven slowly retreated from her, kissing her deeply.
With heavy breath, a whimper, and a couple drops of blood, Nadia became a woman. They made love 3 times in the night, only stopping to crack a coconut or two to drink the water inside, and to throw more wood on the fire.
As Nadia fell asleep in Steven’s arms, she knew that according to her father and sisters…it meant that they were now married for life. She wondered if that was all there was to it, or if her family knew anything at all about marriage.
As Steven fell asleep, he wondered if she could be pregnant.
Day 2
In the morning the Swann sisters awoke the Captain.
‘Sir…Sir…Sir!!’ It was Mary the eldest of the sisters. She was married to some officer of the English navy and was going to the new world to be with him. Her pompous attitude was not going to mesh with the headache that was slapping Steven’s head. ‘Must have been a concussion’ He thought.
‘Good God woman…WHAT!’ He sat bolt upright, rose to his feet and looked down at her from 3 inches away, while putting on his belt with scabbard and holster. He placed the weapons in the proper places.
Mary recoiled, then quickly collected herself. She, after all, was the wife of an English Naval Officer. She got back to within 3 inches of Capt Blitzen’s face.
‘What are you doing to provide us with rescue beside lying on your back sleeping? Your cabin boy is the only one I see doing anything!’ She stood proudly. Confident in her heritage and lines.
Steven paused, Thought about dry gunpowder, and the side arm he had. Then thought about the sword on the other hip.
‘Mrs Swann, I have bad news. We will not be rescued by anyone on a trade route, simply because we are not ON a trade route, we are actually 400 miles from a trade route. So Mrs Swann, your husband cannot save you, I currently can’t get you to the colonies. You have two options. Fall in line and help our plight, or sit still, stay out of my way, and pray I will forget your lack of respect for the fact that you are on an island with slaves. If you continue to upset me, I will put you in chains and you can work like the rest of the slaves!’
She recoiled, but only for a second, then leaned into him.
‘You are the captain of a ship that FAILED to get us where we were supposed to be. That means YOU failed Blitzen.
Steven heaved back and smacked her. She spun 180 degrees and crumpled down to the sand.
‘NADIA!’ Blitzen knew she had to be close
From the edge of the jungle the little Lieutenant ran down to the beach. ‘yes Sir…’ she tried to catch her breath…’I have something to report Sir!’
‘In a minute…the 19 year old Mary Swann has agreed to be a slave to me. Could you please put her in the right chains, take her clothes’ He paused. ‘Replace them with rags. You can keep the nice stuff. When you are finished, put ‘er to work!’
By setting an example with Mary, Steven knew the others would stay in line. Steven realized Mary and Jeremiah could be liabilities. Jeremiah was simple minded, and easily controlled. He followed Nadia around like a puppy. Mary would have to be broken before she would submit. This first humiliation was only the first step. This would take time, and they didn’t have much. I will have to attend to this all day. Steven thought.
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