The following story is going to be at least a 10-parter, with each chapter in a different category. If you enjoy this story, I'm afraid you'll have to go find each part. You can find Part 1 in Non-Erotic. Hope it's worth it.
Charlotte wasn't sure what to make of the young pirate captain. She had heard stories about the notorious, bloodthirsty Black Bill. But this handsome gentleman hardly matched what she had pictured. The man was gigantic, and fantastically strong. But he was also soft-spoken and very polite. Certainly, after she had gotten over her initial fright, neither the captain nor any of his crew had done anything remotely threatening. When Charlotte asked how long she would be held on the ship, she was told until her ransom was paid, probably a month or so.
William also wasn't sure what to do. He had a crew of forty men on board, and now he had four women as well. While his crew was well disciplined, a month at sea with those odds could prove difficult. And speaking of difficult, he had his own problems. The lady Charlotte was beautiful. With that long dark hair, and that incredibly curvy body, William couldn't keep his eyes off her whenever she walked by.
During the first week of the voyage, Charlotte became well acquainted with the captain and his officers. She was invited to dine at the captain's table every evening. The young lady was even more surprised to learn that the captain spoke fluent French, as well as his native English. Of course that made perfect sense. Tortuga was a French isle, and a number of his crew were French. The captain was also a very intelligent and well-read man. To her amazement, she began to look forward to her nightly conversations with her captor.
William also enjoyed these regularly evenings. He had always enjoyed reading, and the one thing voyages gave him plenty of time to do was read. His crew were well skilled, and needed little supervision. But only a few of them could read, and certainly none of them did so for pleasure. Charlotte was the first person he had come across that he could discuss books with in years.
As the second week began, Charlotte and William became very at ease with each other. They joked and laughed, and Charlotte came to completely forget the fact that she was a captive. Not only that, but two of her maids had become friends with crewmembers, so they were happy as well.
The one problem was Francine, Charlotte's oldest maid. She simply refused to associate with any of the pirates, and remained in her quarters at all times. William tried to speak to her a couple of times, but the woman simply stated that she did not associate with common thieves. After that, William and the crew left Francine alone.
After a couple of weeks at sea, the Anvil put in at a small island. William didn't even know the name of the place, but there was a port. And where there was a port there were rum and women. With two of the crew now having female companionship on board, William thought it wise to allow the rest of the men to find outlets of their own, so to speak. The captain didn't know how close the two maids had become with his two crewmen, but however close it was, he didn't want it to stir discontent among the rest of the crew.
Charlotte was surprised to see that the captain remained aboard. While still a virgin herself, Charlotte was not naive. She was French after all, and she knew what went on between men and women. When she asked him why he didn't want to go ashore, he admitted that while he certainly was known to custom a pub or two, at the moment he was simply enjoying her company. For the rest of the day, Charlotte and William simply remained in his cabin talking. While nothing romantic happened, the two young people were certainly becoming very fond of each other.
The next day, the Anvil headed back to sea. The third day out, a prize almost fell into their laps. It was a foggy morning. The Anvil wasn't even really hunting, when she emerged from a fog bank. There barely 1000 yards ahead of them was a Portuguese merchant vessel. Even then, William wasn't sure that he wanted to engage the ship. With Charlotte on board, he really didn't want to take too many chances. But then the decision was taken away from him. The captain of the merchantman upon seeing the Anvil banner struck his colors and surrendered
Well William could hardly turn this gift down. He sent a crew aboard the prize. She was a well-stocked ship. Nothing exceptionally valuable, but there was a stock of fine wines which would be added to the Anvil's galley. The Portuguese crew numbered 32 men. They were disarmed and led over to the Anvil. William sent 10 of his own crew over to his prize. They would sail her back to port behind the Anvil.
Everything was going smoothly. There was really no reason to expect trouble. And if William had been paying closer attention, trouble might still have been avoided. But Charlotte was standing next to him, and the captain was more concerned with talking to her, than he was with watching the men being transferred.
No one would know the name of the Portuguese crewman. No one would ever get to ask him what he was thinking. He appeared to be drunk, and perhaps he thought he would make a name for himself by killing a legend. Whatever he was thinking, as he boarded the ship, the man pulled a dagger from his shirt and lunged at the captain. William was still alert enough to avoid a fatal injury, but the dagger pierced him through the shoulder. A moment later, the crewman was skewered by at least five cutlasses. The unknown man was hurled overboard, and the crew rushed to their captain.
William was bleeding, but the wound wasn't life threatening. The most serious injury really was to his pride. To be taken like that was foolish, and unbecoming of an officer. But that didn't matter now, Charlotte and the crew helped William back to his quarters. While he wouldn't die, he would be laid up a week or so, and the wound would have to be watched carefully to see that it didn't fester.
The Anvil was about two weeks from Tortuga, and they already had a prize, so the decision was made to head back to port. William gave the order, and then left his first mate in charge. Charlotte stayed with the injured captain in his quarters. She changed the dressings and brought his meals. Bill tried to protest that he was strong enough to fetch for himself, but both Charlotte and the crew insisted that he stay still. There was no point in risking the wound becoming any more serious.