I was thrown from the jovial warmth of Rehd's Tavern into the cold dismal night. Two ogreish bouncers tossed me through the tavern doors at a pace my drunken legs couldn't keep. I felt my feet fly from the deck stairs, and I landed belly first in the muddy street. After landing I realized that I managed the reflexes to get my hands under me, so my dizzy head didn't completely plow into the muck. The ugly duo then spat some rude commentary before disappearing back into the festivities of the tavern.
I lifted my heavy frame out of the street's mire. Years at sea had set pounds of muscle under my tanned skin, which was now half covered in gray mud. The rain began to pour again, and soaked whatever parts the muddy puddle didn't saturate, but the mead still warmed my core. A tied up horse snorted a retort at my looks. I swaggered a dirty look at the mare while I tucked back my muddy blonde locks into a dripping black bandana. I had a long walk to nowhere ahead of me.
I was now officially shipless in the seaside town of Mellowhale. Mast Sowenhorn, pirate deck hand of Mellowhale Cove, had hit rock bottom. My reputation destroyed. My last golden coins stolen by a tavern whore in Rehd's. This was the reason for my unsightly escort into the somber tide of loneliness.
That was the irony of it. Women. They be the end of me. Even as I walk this rainy night alone as drunk as I may be, memories swirl around my head like a school of hearty tuna.
I should have known better than to be hired on the deck of The Slivermate. A pirate ship captained by the most fierce auburn-headed ladies of Mellowhale, Trissa Darkly. She had a reputation for taking what she wanted. Aye yes, the pirate woman even stole my heart; and for that we struck a deal that made her her first mate. I whipped her crew into an force to be reckoned with.
For I was the one who turned her glistening planks into a bloody destiny. Darkly had the heavy guts and the meaty body for the orderin', but her ship and crew were too new-sprung for her ideas. I had a ways of managing a crew, of leading them through acts of piracy a loon wouldn't suggest.
Yet Darkly demanded.
One time she ordered the Slivermate to tie decks with a ship that was offloading on the docks! Now every good pirate knows that's a crazy plan, cause the dock guards would be on ya like a gull on a fiddler crab. That didn't stop her.
We swiftly drew swords on unsuspecting deck hands and cargo boys alike. Side-by-side we split the guts of men armed with harmless chains and ropes. The guard didn't ever get the chance to be alarmed! After the massacre we pulled aboard countless bloodstained chests of kingly treasure with severed little hands still gripping the handles.
That is how you birth a pirate crew ya know! It's a baptism of blood. Under Darkly's command I broke in our lads by putting notches in their shiny swords. After the shock of their blood drenched hands was washed away by the spray of the sea, they swallowed their guilt with some warm stew of rats. We put gold in each of their hands, and death in their eyes.
That was Darkly's way. I do admit, it got easier with time. She made it for me. The lass whispered spells into my ears that made killin' n' plunderin' feel all the more better. For Darkly's pleasure was what I lived for, and what pleased Darkly more was less of the plunderin'- and more of the killing. It was soon said that the wake of the Slivermate was always crimson, and there be some truth to that.
I remember one time we took wrath upon a good sized cruising ship for the thrill of it. It was near sunset and the boat was adrift for a festivity of some sort, full of four or five lordly families. You should have seen their eyes when the black flag of the Slivermate fell upon them. The rich folk were no match for even two of us, and we swamped their decks with a crew of twenty blood-crazed men.
We butchered the families' sires first with our swords, to chum the water for sharks with twitching chunks of their bodies. Soon the waves around the plank was churning with terrible pointed fins. One at a time we threw in the women, and then the children into the seething red pool of death. How their hollow screams filled the dusky air as monstrous sharks pulled them into the depths to make meals of them.
And to the chorus of their wailing screams Captain Darkly let out her own cries. She beheld the sight up-close from the window sill of her quarters. She had a near sea-level view of the horrid feeding. Yet, mind you her cries were not of guilt, but from the wave crushing orgasms the sight of this kind of death spurred in her britches. I should know, for as her first mate was ordered to make such a thing possible by humping her meaty rump like a dirty sea dog.
I noticed Darkly missing as the fourth of ten was thrown into the deadly soup. I found her a moment later in the quarters. She was watching through her opened window, hands between her legs, feeding her furry sea clam wiggling digits. After a moment she noticed me watchin' from the door. At first I thought she would order me locked away in the stow. To my disbelief, Darkly instead leaned over the sill of her window and hiked her dress up. Then she beckoned me with a demon's grin to pull down her panties and waste no time in gettin'' in into her.
I did as I was told as any good mate would! She was insatiable! My rough hands would grab the fatty handles on her hips as my cock would probe under her ass for the cavernous mouth of her sex. Hot and whet every time, needing no urging to go! Darkly ordered me time and again to feed her hungry red snapper with my slippery mackerel every time we plundered a thrill for blood. You'd think she was a shark herself!
When the last child was silenced by the drowning pull of a watery beast; when the last crew mate cheered out in excitement; when the last tremor of her quivering sex subsided, she would release my softening anchor from her muddy grip. I admit I was almost always spent my sperm into her at that point. Her fleshy sex sucked every bit of man from me, like a hungry octopus. Afterwards she'd kiss me once and make me clean her salty sea lips with my tongue to her approval. Darkly said it was my duty to swab her decks after a good humping. So I accepted the bitter taste of my merit.
After almost two passing winters at sea, and countless encounters as such, I assumed her barren. And aye, it was not a bad perk for a pirate.
But me luck changed this summer when we pressed our fortune too far by taking on a sea ranger's ship. We clashed nastily, and took to facing off with swords a bit too quick. The unlucky bolt of our opposing captain's crossbow hit Darkly between the blades of her back.
She gasped for breath like a floundering fish, dying in my arms as pirates and rangers met in bloody melee around us. My pirate captain and heated lover handed me a pendant of a dolphin with ruby eyes. Darkly had worn it for as long as I had knew her. She took my ear and choked out. "Mast Sowenhorn, take this pendant from me. It's hung over my heart for eighteen summers. It's the key to another heart in Mellowhale, one better suited for you. She lives below the city." Blood trickled from her lips as she lay back into my arms. With her last fighting breath she ordered, "Find her. She will free your heart from our evil." I hugged her one last time, and closed her eyes.
It became apparent that this battle would be our first and final lost. Already the rangers hit the SliverMate with a cannon ball that penetrated one side of the ship and blasted out the other into a thousand seaward splinters. The deck began to tilt as she instantly took on water. I left Trissa Darkly to go down with her ship. I swam for shore.
That was two seasons ago. The rain was letting up a bit now. I can see the full moon between splitting clouds. A persistent breeze chilled my soaked clothing. I felt the heaviness of the pendant hanging on my neck. It felt burdensome. I saw an old inn at the end of the street. I knew I could perhaps pawn the piece for a weeks stay in a dry room. Which would be just enough time to find another ship out of this cove.
I did make my way towards it with some conviction when I noticed the eyes of the dolphin pedant began to glow red. I then heard something, like a hollow splash to my left. I looked closely between the buildings was a ravine that fed into a dark sewer pipe, about ten hands high in diameter. It was the source of the splash. I turned my head back to the inn when I then heard my name, "Mast SSsowenhorn." The pronunciation of my name was drawn out and serpentine like. I turned towards it, and again it sounded as if it was coming from the sewer pipe. "Come closer, I've been waiting for you pirate," It beckoned melodiously. I wasn't sure, but I though I could see something move in the sewer pipe.
A new kind of cold crept up my spine. The kind incited by stories of sea creatures taking men to black depths in the grip of tearing tentacles. I wanted to run, but I also wanted to confirm what I imagined was another consequence of my drunkenness. I shook my head and took another step forward. "Who goes there?" I said not all that loudly. I noticed my pendant glowed brighter with each step.
She, spoke again less mysteriously and more playfully. "Oh ye poor soul. I have a use for ye here."
I then saw two eyes blink open, bright amber eyes peer out to me from the dark sewer. Now a few steps closer I could also see that the sewer hole was dressed with floral masonry around it's edges, in an effort to make the stinking place appealing to the eye.
"Show yerself," I ordered. "Show yerself spirit hag and I might be more apt to walk over, and not to leave you."
"Oh, I am no hag," she said, and suddenly in the azure moonlight I saw the head of a stunning silvery blonde woman show possession to the amber eyes. Her face was angular like a feline, lips full and red that directed me with charm. She seemed very young. "I am your fate, darling."
In that moment, she lifted a slender fingered hand and blew a kiss in my direction. As if a harpoon on my heart, the kiss stuck in my chest. It plucked any doubts, and replaced it with a strong urge to see more of her. I felt my legs take step after careful step towards the sewer. The haunting voice of Darkly's last words echoed in my head. "She lives below the city. She will free your heart."
When I was several paces away from the sewer, she stopped me with a nod of her head. She then placed her hands before her, and lifted her torso up from the muddy mire at the base of the sewer. The mud didn't cling to the pale skin. Instead it dripped away, giving view to large pale breasts of peach colored skin with dark pink nipples. Her abdominal muscles were strong and cut under her breasts. Her skin had a type of blotchy green mosaic patterning below her in-turned belly button. She smiled, noticing my intense admiration for her beauty. So intense, it stirred an sudden swelling in my boxers. She then propped her head up with her chin at the edge of the sewer. "Come kiss me Mast Sowenhorn," she said. "Come closer and kiss me."
Her eyes were lanterns that sparked a deep internal fire in my gut. I found myself sliding into the ravine and looking eye level at the seductress in the sewer hole. I was charmed by her. Intrigued beyond the smell of the muck that gripped my boots with each closer step. I had every strange intention in kissing her. "Who are you?" I managed to ask, as I approached the edge of the hole. The creature looked at me devilishly. "I'm everything Darkly wanted for you. I am her sister. You can call me Sunny."
