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PostSubject: The Salty Wolf   Fri Mar 21, 2014 8:00 pm



The Salty Wolf

When an infamous pirate ship with a notorious captain, the most unusual quartermaster and a fierce crew sail into a local port an unsuspecting barmaid gets more than she bargained for. Her stubborn ways, and ignorance of who these pirates are gets her captured only to become the ship's wench to serve the crew as they please in ALL sorts of manners. She does however manage to capture the eye of most unusual quartermaster, but will it spark a forbidden romance? Only time at sea can tell.

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The Captain


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Name: Nicholas Alexander Faulkner
Age: 43
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Role: The Captain
Personality: Ambitious, Adventurous, Dedicated, Cunning & Enthusiastic
Bio: Having many years of piracy under his belt he spend most of his life out at sea. When he was a young rebellious lad he fell in love with a beautiful creature of the sea. After a couple of amazing years his Selkie lover returned to life at sea leaving a heartbroken man at the shore. It was this that caused him to choose the path of the sea. Starting with legitimate work to find his Selkie lover he soon found that piracy was just more fun. He slowly started building his reputation of an infamous pirate captain.
Misc.: He still holds out a small form of hope that he might one day stumble upon his old Selkie lover.
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The Quartermaster


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Name: Stone Daniel Slater
Age: 27
Gender:

Role: The Quartermaster
Personality: Arrogant, Mischievous, Brutish, Charismatic & Dauntless.
Bio: Being a wolf since the very day of his birth he enjoyed getting all sorts of mischief that he could think of. From a young age he found the sea to be very appealing to some stuck on land like himself. He found himself hanging around ports most of the time much to his mother's concern. Eventually after napping in a ship at a port he turned into a stowaway when the ship set sail. It was that very ship that ended up getting getting plundered by The Captain, and after fighting his way through the pirates only to inadvertently find his only place among pirates. It was only a few years later that he found himself to be the Quartermaster of The Sea's Black Howl.
Misc.: His Wolf Form which he can change into at will.
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The Barmaid


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Name: Helena Nora Blakeslee
Age: 25
Gender:

Role: The Barmaid
Personality: Stubborn, Affectionate, Aggressive, Compassionate & Optimistic.
Bio: Her life had always been relatively easy, and she never encountered too much trouble. After being wed a few years ago she and her husband moved to a port city in the tropics. She soon acquired a job as a barmaid to help pay some of the bills. It wasn't too long ago that he caught her husband with various mistresses prompting her to leave him. She currently hasn't found a permanent place of residence, and is staying with a friend until she can.
Misc.: Has found cooking to be a passionate hobby of her's.
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The Boatswain


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Name: Francis Oliver Kersey
Age: 23
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Role: The Boatswain
Personality: Reckless, Sincere, Hardy, Outspoken & Observant.
Bio: Having grown up in a poorer family he knew what hardships were from early on. Trying to help his family out he became a cabin boy to a ship in the nearby ports. His ship was plundered, and he was taken aboard The Sea's Black Howl to become its cabin boy. Throughout the years he grew not only in age, but ranking as well to be the current Boatswain.
Misc.: Despite being one of the younger members of the crew many of the pirates welcome his youthful antics.
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Name: Gideon Philip Haggard
Age: 47
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Role: The Navigator
Personality: Gregarious, Crafty, Dependable, Fearless & Collected.
Bio: Being a navy trained navigator he was on a navy ship when The Sea's Black Howl attacked. The only reason he managed to stay alive was because he offered to be part of the crew as a navigator. There he met Nicholas when he was just starting out his life of piracy. The pair had been close friends ever since.
Misc.: He acts as a sort of father figure, for all of the ship's crew members.
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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Thu Mar 27, 2014 5:29 pm

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In the port city of Mallowbeach the sun was soon to disappear in a few hours, but the ports were bustling about. A couple of ships are had just docked, and one went by the name of 'The Sea's Black Howl' which was a rather infamous name to many port cities. A crew of ruthless pirates were the passengers, and upon seeing the omnipresent ship a couple of locals ran the other way. They're steps seemed louder than they should on the wooden dock. Unbeknownst to them there was very few of the crew aboard the vessel. Most had gone out to spend their shares of the most recent raid. While there were few who rather save, for future spending on something much more luxurious than rum and prostitutes. There were some who have wives, and were willing to spend on a sort of treasure they thought their women might like.

Meanwhile in a tavern not far from the docks was a reasonably filled with some recognizable faces. Many of the locals, hid the recently docked seamen within the crowd. As was usual of a tavern there were a couple of loud guests that the current barmaids did not appreciate. One of such was a woman whose blonde flowing hair swept beneath her shoulders. Her busty chest meant that many of the customers couldn't keep their eyes off of her. Her eyes were painted a darker shade of gray, and lined with an even darker black. Her lips painted a cherry red that had men taking double takes. Her clothing consisted of an off shoulder three fourth sleeved white blouse, a long black skirt that rested just above her ankles, a red corset like bodice, and black boots to pull it together. She was huffing at the counter trying not to grit her teeth.
"I swear, I am about to whack someone with this. Honestly,"
"Helena, just calm down,"
"Calm down? Are you kidding me? I don't need to be groped by a bunch of drunks!"
"Oi, look there a group of four just sat down, why don't you go take an order?" To this the blonde woman growled at the bartender as she stomped over to the questionably looking group who sat across of the room.
""What'll it be?!" Her tone contained a hint of irritation that she didn't even try to hide as her eyebrows furrowed with distaste, and her mouth in the most foul scowl she could muster. To this a smirk started to form across the lips of the shaggy haired blond man whose fingers were adorned with rings from previous plunders. He wore a dirty linen shirt whose chest was barely laced leaving it open for all to see, his sleeves were rolled to his elbows letting old scars covering his arms to be seen. A dark colored open vest was layered atop. His dark pants looked very worn as his did his leather boots. A sword was sheathed from his waist ready to be drawn at any moment. His stubbled face glanced up at the busty barmaid with a look of mischief on his face.
"Why hello to you too, To this he only got a growl along with an arched eyebrow. She was quick tempered wasn't she? Good, all the most fun he was to have.
"Why don't you just tell us you're name? I'm Stone, I'm sure a pretty thing like you must have a matching name?"
"Well Stone, I need to know you're order NOW,"
"A busy little worker aren't you? Not to mention you're quite the feisty one. I gotta say I could get along with a woman like you,"
"My dear, excuse him. We've been at sea, and Stone here just loves to see a beauty such as yourself." The Captain himself piped him trying to convince the barmaid to indeed take their order. The Captain's long dark locks fell below his shoulders as worn leather tricorn hat rested atop of his head. Golden rings hung from his ears as his sideburns touched his facial hair that bordered his chin which wore a golden braids hanging from a goatee, and just above his lips was a well trimmed mustache. Around his neck was a collar of gold. His open linen shirt was layered under a long, worn, dark, knee length captain's jacket. A leather strap laid across his chest that held his sword's sheath right in place at his waist. His dark pants hid the dirt well, and his leather boots looked aged to comfort.
"I haven't introduced myself. I'm Captain Nicholas,"
"Hmmph, so what'll it be?"
"Of course, rum for all," With narrowed eyes the busty barmaid eyed them before stamping away leaving the pirates to chatter among themselves until their rum came.
"She's mine,"
"Gotta say, with tits like those," The youngest of the group wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. His dark loosely curled shaggy mane contrasted nicely with his bronzed skin. His face was heavily stubbled with a clear mustache making its home above his lip. He wore an open linen shirt with rolled up sleeves. Around the waist of his shirt was beige sash with a dark leather belt done directly on it. His dark pants were layered under the worn leather of his boots. His wrists donned various bracelets of gold while his fingers had silver rings around them.
"Still looks like she ain't dealing with it,"
"I like a challenge," To this the oldest of the group a large man with overwhelming facial hair tied together in gold could only chuckle. Upon his head was a aged navy bandanna while his unruly wiry hair was also bound in gold. He wore a matching navy vest that was laced together by leather starting above his navel revealing most of his chest. Around his waist was a fastened leather belt whose extra slack hung down from the buckle. His forearms were surrounded by leather guards which stopped short of his elbows. Round his neck were chains of gold he gathered from years at sea. His dark loose pants were stuck in his large leather boots while a sheath found itself tucked at his side.
"Looks like she's be a biter,"
"So am I," The rugged blond grinned a toothy grin only to wink slyly causing the entire table to erupt in deep laughter knowing he hid a beastly secret.

Back across the room at the counter the busty barmaid eyed the group she had just dealt with only to being mocking them for the bartender.
"Oohh I'm Captain Nicholas, and I'm Stone look at all my gold. I want to get in your pants,"
"Oi, Captain Nicholas?"
"Oh please, everyone's a captain nowadays damn pirates, but that Stone guy grrr you shoulda seen him like he was the shit,"
"Hm Helena, I think that you should treat that table a tad bit nicer,"
"For what?! They're dirty pirates who better watch those filthy paws,"
"Captain Nicholas is the captain, for the infamous ship. 'Sea Howl', I think it is. That Stone guy has a reputation, for being somewhat of an animal."
"I don't care who they are, or what they're known for. I work here, and I serve them, so they better watch themselves." To that the bartender could only give a sigh knowing what the busty barmaid was as bullheaded as well a bull. She was going to get herself in trouble, and he wasn't too sure what he could do about it. He handed her the four rums in glasses with a look of concern. She went off across the room darting sneaky hands, and handing out glares at the intoxicated guests.
"Here," With an unimpressed look on her face she set down the beverages before turning around quickly to walk away.
"Hey, don't be so quick to leave. To this the barmaid turned on her heel with a look of discontent as she crossed her arms at the rugged blond. What did he want this time? She tapped her serving tray at her side waiting, for some sort of reply.
"Don't you want to talk? I'm sure most of these guys are getting to you. Have a seat why don't you," He reached towards a seat from a nearby table to place at his side, and pat on it offering her a place to sit.
"Nope,"
"Then you must be very good at your job, your feet aren't aching?"
"Not one bit," She knew that it was a lie. She feet were killing her from having to take orders from people she found unpleasant. The longer she thought about it the more that seat seem appealing. Still it was exactly that which he wanted.
"If that's all, I'm going,"
"Hey, how about another round of rum then?"
"Whatever," She huffed leaving the pirates among themselves glad she was getting away from them. The youngest took a gulp from his glass enjoying the feeling as the cold alcohol slid down his throat leaving a tingling sensation behind.
"She ain't budging," His silver ringed hands motioned as his gold covered wrists jingled as they did.
"And what of it Kersey? You knew Stone as well as I,"
"I know Capt,"
"Capt? These youngens," To this the rugged blond could only laugh at his fellow pirates. The musky scent of the tavern filled his nose along with the evident smell of alcohol. There were a couple of foul smelling odors as well, but he picked up on the sweet armor of the busty barmaid. He took a long gulp of his rum until he finished the glass putting back on the table only to stand from his seat.
"A little ambush," His fellow pirates egged him on as he walked away confidently from the table,
"Git'er ya salty wolf," Shouted the eldest of the group which only caused the rugged blond to chuckled to himself. The salty wolf was he? He liked that term a little too much. He pushed past the other guests who only yelled out to him. He ignored it all. He could take them all on, if he had to of course. No sense in wasting all the energy when he could be using it on the busty barmaid.
"Look Helena, I'm just concerned,"
"Helena is it?" The rugged blond grinned wildly as he sat in a stool right next to the barmaid to look at her who wore an irate expression. She stared daggers at him. What in the world was he doing here? She left him at the table across of the room, but here he was eager to annoy her. She huffed and growled at him not bothering to say a word.
"Helena is a lovely name, means torch. You're true to the name a bit fiery no?"
"Stone, means rock, you're hardheaded now leave me alone,"
"Oh Helena, I love the way you say my name. It sounds amazing coming off of your lips," The busty barmaid was completely impatient now. One more remark, and she was going to smack him with the serving tray. He didn't want to mess with her. She had it up to here with men. In the reality of it, ever since she had caught her husband with his mistresses she was ill. She was completely upset, and now she didn't even have a place to stay anymore. She was stressed, and not just because of the touchy guests. She couldn't live with her friend anymore because family was going to occupy her room. She had nowhere to go tonight, and it was looming over her mind. The annoyance of men trying to get her into bed just fueled her attitude.

It was that moment that through the front doors that burst open until they slammed into the walls from the force of being opened. A pair of men stood in the doorway wearing menacing scowls as they eyed the tavern's guests. They eyes fell on to the trio on the other side of the room.
"It's them,"
"Looks like it's our lucky day," The pair marched from the door to the trio of pirates where they pulled their own seats to the table, and sat with glares at the trio.
"Captain Nicholas, glad you've came."
"What is this? Unless you're brought me and my men the finest whores,"
"Far from it,"
"We're acclaimed hunters, and well you've got a rather large bounty over your head."
"Where's that Quartermaster of yours? His is almost as big, you'll make us a fortune."
"It's a fight you want huh? Well I'm sure the four of us can give you a run for you money, Kersey, Gideon, Sto-" With that the pair of bounty hunters each pulled a pair of from the holsters at their waists, and pointed the loaded weapons at the pirates.
"Now, now I suggest that you come easy." Over by the bar where the rugged blond was trying to win over the busty barmaid he faintly heard the ordeal coming from his fellow pirates. He narrowed his eyes as a scowl overcame his lips.
"Bounty my ass," He muttered under his breath to which the barmaid looked at him questioningly,
"What?!" She raised her serving tray to take a strike at him, but the rugged blond spun in his stool only to kick and flip a nearby table causing the room to go silent. He reached over to the barmaid, and held her to his chest tightly before drawing his sword to press against her neck. To this the barmaid gasped her eyes going wide.
"You dirty bastards! Make a move, and big tits over her gets her pretty little neck sliced open!" The busty barmaid growled as she struggled a bit in her captor's grasp. She tried to get away, but to no avail.
"Oh you better let me go, I swear when I get loose I'll,"
"Hmph, settle down Helena," He smirked down at the woman who growled at him huffing her chest rising and falling rapidly. The two bounty hunters glared at the rugged blond giving his fellow pirates a swift chance to flip the table at them allowing them to draw their own weapons. The Captain drew his own pair of firearms hidden within his jacket while the other two drew long sharp stained blades. On the ground was shattered glass with spilled rum around. All the ruckus caused the patrons to started a massive bar fight. In a flash glasses were being thrown, tables tossed, the sound of metal colliding around the room, and shots fired. The rugged blond quickly looked to the rest of the group exchanging glances which could only mean one thing. He tossed the busty barmaid over his shoulder as he slashed his way through the crowd as blood splattered across him. The busty barmaid pounded her fist against his back as she kicked her legs forcefully.
"GODDAMN IT!" She shouted before she started clawing at his back. She dug her nails into his skin trying to fight her way from the man's grasp. She soon felt the crisp evening air against her skin, and knew that she was now outside. Booming laughter could be heard as the group of pirates started the chase down the boardwalk.
"Fucking bounty hunters,"
"Aye, best the rest of the crew be aboard,"
"Suppose we better round em' up," Before they could exchange another word shots began flying past their heads. The bounty hunters had followed them out of the tavern. The group split up in various directions knowing to met up back at the ship soon enough, or be left behind. The rugged blond veered off to right towards the docks leaving his fellow pirate behind. He narrowed his eyes trying to focus on whether there were footsteps coming after him or not. His name was being shouted out just a couple of buildings away, and he could only grin as he continued to hide among them. He set down the busty waitress, but did not let her go as he grabbed onto her arm dragging her along much to her displeasure. She yanked her arm away, but his grip did not loosen.
"I will SCREAM, if you don't let me go. They'll know exactly where you are if I do."
"You'll be screaming my name when I'm inside you." His remark got a scoff as she looked back at him with wide eyes. Did he really just say that? Her expression turned to anger before she used her free hand to slap him across his cheeks. His cheek turned red practically immediately which caused him to smirk down at her. He roughly pushed her against the wall of a building pinning her with his body. His lustful eyes scanned over her, and his hands rested on her inner thigh only her skirt preventing him from touching skin. He leaned in towards her,
"I like it rough," This caused the busty barmaid's breathing to increase rapidly, and her heart to pound away. Still she glared up at the rugged blond trying to give the impression that he did not frighten her in any way. He did though. He could've taken her, and have his way if he really wanted to at this very moment.
"You're scum,"
"You'd like a taste of it wouldn't you?" They two locked eyes before another shot was fired at them. One of the bounty hunters had found them, and the rugged blond could only narrow his eyes as his lips smirked as he turned his head towards the man. He contemplated whether he should just rid himself of the problem. It would be the easiet thing to do after all. He decided against it. He had the rest of his crew members to think about.
"Oi, I'll catch you next time." He grabbed onto the busty barmaid's forearm, and started at a jog with her dodging bullets.
"LET ME GO!" The blonde barmaid shouted at her pirate captor. She grabbed a hold of his arm with her free hand, and clawed at him forcefully enough to get him to wince. He then let out a chuckle as he glanced back at her.
"You're just as mean as me," He heard her scoff from his comment. Did he just compare her to him? Oh hell no! She was nothing like this kidnapping pirate with a bounty over his head.
"What?!" It was then they heard shouting at them. It seemed like the bounty hunter had run out of ammunition. This caused the rugged blond to erupt in laughter before flipping him the bird. He and the barmaid had reached where all of the ships were docked, and he couldn't help but smirk arrogantly. He had an idea with what to do with his pretty blonde busts. He was sure that the rest of the crew would agree with him. He was the quartermaster, for a reason now.
"I know you're new job," They ran across the docks as the rugged blond just sniffed at the air. The scent of the sea was engulfed the entire area. He could smell the sweat dripping off the nearby sailors. This had the busty barmaid completely worried. Her face was painted in concern as his words eerily echoed in her head. She could only think as to what that one job could've been. What would pirates need most at sea? What did they come to land for? What did they spend their loot on? A good lay. She shuddered at the very thought of a crew of pirates pounding themselves into her as her body tenses up. Stuck in her thoughts the quartermaster startled her when he scooped her up from her feet. She flinched as she saw his face much to close to hers. The sparkle in his eyes the desire to do no good. His grip was tight as he started to run a bit faster only to make one giant leap. She shut her eyes, and unknowingly pressed her face against his bare chest taking in his musk. They landed with a loud thud as she slowly opened her eyes to examine her surroundings. They were aboard a ship, probably the pirate's ship. She felt her heart ache as if it was cracking.
"I'm...I'm doomed" She barely muttered under her breath knowing everything that was home was soon to be over.
"Oi, cheer up I'll be makin' you sing a different tune later." His crude words made her scowl at him. No, she couldn't give up that easily. She was a fighter, and things were not going to end up badly for her. She made a fist in her hand, and aimed at the rugged blond. Unfortunately he saw what she was going to do, and turned his head sideways only to have her strike him in the chin.
"You spunky little bitch," In retaliation he pulled his arms out from under her, and let her fall to his feet. She landed with a loud thud, and cried out in pain. Before she could even stand by herself the rugged pulled her up by her arm, and bound her with rope that laid nearby. The rope dug into her wrists as he knotted it tightly. He leaned in against her neck, and gave her a long lick tasting the fear on her skin. He whispered vulgar words into her ear that made her narrowed her eyes in desperation as her chest fell and rose rapidly. Oh god,

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Wed Apr 02, 2014 4:04 pm

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The busty blonde barmaid sat in a caged area within the ships's walls as streams of tears fell down her rosy cheeks. She was panicking, but there was nothing she could do about it. On the wall was a window that let the moonlight in as the day's earlier events played throughout her head. After the rugged blond at bound her hands together he tied her to a mast awaiting his fellow pirates. The wait wasn't long until she saw the three familiar faces from the tavern, and a bunch of pirates that made their crew. They all questioned as to why she was on board. The quartermaster answered them. She was to be their personal wench. She was the lay when they needed. The answered to all their stiffened members to take their abuse. The very thought made the tears fall faster. Her whimpers and sniffs became louder as she thought of her new fate. Her chest ached painfully. She didn't even notice the footsteps getting louder until the metal door of her cage slammed shut. Fear and panic took over as she looked up, and shrunk. It was the rugged blond who placed a burning candle on a nearby shelf.
"Well well well, Helena I always said I was going to be the first." Through her whimpers she stared at him with bloodshot eyes. She couldn't give him the satisfaction though.
"I-I...Hate...You,"
"Don't upset me at all," With a smirk her found himself seated next to the busty barmaid. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders as she tried to inch away to no avail.
"You're lovely in this light,"
"You're a monster," He chuckled at her as he reached towards his boots pulling out a dagger that was hidden. This worried the blonde. What was he going to do?
"Good," He reached towards her thighs as only to have her breathing become erratic. His picked up her skirt, and dug the blade into the fabric. He started cutting away, and shortening the cloth.
"You should look the part," It was actually a little relief to her that he was mutilating her clothing instead of exploring her. She watched as the blade easily sliced through her skirt. He even lifted her legs to avoid cutting her. He through the fabric aside. Her skirt now was just barely covered her knees. It reached about mid-thigh, and this was much shorter than she was ever comfortable with.
"You have lovely legs, I don't understand why women cover their legs with such atrocities." He stuck his dagger back into it's hiding spot as he eyed her causing her to look away from him. She didn't like being checked out like a piece of meat knowing what he was soon to do to her. If he thought shower her with compliments was going to get her to stop fighting, then he was surely mistaken. She gave him a firm 'Hmph' as a response.
"Not much, for small talk huh? Straight to business then," His hand started sliding up her thigh getting a gasp out of her as she shut her legs tightly. Her head snapped back to him with furrowed eyebrows with a fire in her eyes, but her lips told a different story. They frowned in fear. In panic. In desperation.
"Don't,"
"I'll be gentle," The rugged blond wore a smirk as he winked at her. She gulped in air clenching her teeth as she expected the very worst from him. He pulled onto her lap pressing her back onto his chest. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he whispered into her ear.
"Don't be nervous," His tone softer than she her thought it could've been. He untied her wrists letting the rope fall in his lap much to her surprise. This gave her a chance to escape. She was about to get up, but his arms quickly went to her waist holding her down. His calloused hands spread her thighs. His fingers slipped between, and started to rub against her bud. His hands worked skillfully as her lips pressed together repressing expression. She tried to pace her breathing as her mind instantly went to her husband. She kept quiet as her head fell onto his shoulder. She felt dirty. So dirty. Her back started to arch, as she felt her core moistened. What, no, stop She was starting to enjoy the way he played at her. Her husband was nowhere near this good, and he was just using his fingers. He was just beginning. He was amazing. That's what made her feel like pure sin. It was better then she ever experienced before. Her legs instinctively spread a bit wider to give him more access. She let out a throaty exhale as her eyes narrowed to the ceiling while she bit her lip hard. Goddammit,
"It's good isn't it?" He just had to ask her at this moment didn't he? Her essence was spreading as he continued teasing her. His fingers slid within her core causing her to shut her eyes tight, and arching her back even more.
"Oohhmm," His fingers reached into her deeply caressing her in all the right places in a way the her husband could never compare to. She sucked on her lower lip as her toes curled in her boots. She soon felt his lips against her neck kissing her softly. Sucking gently. Her core became flooded with her essence surrounding his fingers with it while her slick canal squeezed down on them making everything all the more better for her.
"Mmmhhm," She shivered as she bit down on her tongue knowing that her soft moaning would get louder, if he did anything else to her. Her legs spread as wide as they could letting him get knuckle deep in her. She pressed her lips together to muffled her moans. The pair were abruptly interrupted as a yelling pierced the through the room.
"Oi Stone!! Git yer ass up 'ere!! Somethin' needs settlin'"
"No wait," The busty barmaid involuntarily cried out as the rugged blond slide his fingers out from her core. This caused him to smirk as he pushed her softly out of his lap. He sucked his fingers tasting her essence. He leaned over as he roughly placed his lips onto her's kissing her much rougher than she was used to. He pulled away with a smirk as he started towards the door leaving her wanting more from him. He left the candle on her shelf as he unlocked the cage, and locked it behind him.
"We can catch up later," His tone cocky as he walked away from dimming from her sight as the burning flame only lit up around her. Her core moistened, and ready to take most of him which left her feeling a bit a shamed with herself. Her mind raced as she tried to control her breathing as she watched her bare legs in the candle light. Her skin was burning to the touch. She couldn't even attempt to shower to try to wash off herself.  His touch was all over her, and she had to sit there feeling a little violated, a little ashamed, and a little eager for more. She closed her legs shut feeling how ready she was. It caused her to turn a light shade of red.. She questioned herself severely. Oh goodness, what is wrong with me?! How dare he! What kind of man does that?! Who goes around sticking their fingers in people?! It was amazing though...Thomas could never get me, soo wet with so little teasing. Stone, hmm...Wait! What am I thinking?! Oh god I'm such a little who-NO! I was taken against my will! I was kidnapped. This man is a monster. Her eyes peered towards the candle as she crossed her arms.
"He left the candle," He didn't let her sit in the darkness like she was earlier. She looked to the fabric tossed on the floor. It used to be part of her clothing, and it made her feel exposed. Now that it's short, he can easily... Of course that was his intention how malicious. He was a terrible person. He dragged her to a pirate ship to make her his wench. He could come and go as he pleased taking her forcibly. She was out at sea, and with no one on the search for her. She was doomed to be a sea wench. She pursed her lips as the corners turned upward slightly.
"Terrible, terrible, terrible,"

Meanwhile on the deck of the ship the rugged blond known as Stone was leaning against the cabin door with a slightly amused face.
"Better be important things were just starting to heat up," He sighed with a half smiled across his lips as he raised his eyebrows at his crew mates. There was frustration bubbling under the surface as he could still taste Helena on his tongue. Her scent was still lingering in his nose despite the sea they sailed on.
"Back at da docks, word goin' round that a merchant ship soon gonna hit da docks."
"And? I don't see the issue here, we run into it we'll raid."
"Aye,"
"Oi! There be a vessel of landlubbers from the mainland, thar be jewels a boards even gold."
"I see," The rugged blond could understand why he was called up here now. Some of the crew wanted to raid the sure thing that would be a merchant's cargo, but some wanted to be risk takers and raid the possible high value treasures.  He examined the crew as he cursed them in his head. This actually was a predicament, and he needed to think about it. The rowdy pirates dared not bicker wildly in front of their quartermaster as he was in charge of belting out punishments which they knew could be cruel. Instead they occasionally shouted obscenities at each other as they watched the rugged blond think.
"I'll have a decision by daybreak," The pirates growled and shouted as the blond quartermaster walked away with a look of thought on his face. Who to raid? Merchant's cargo is always profitable, but jewels and gold more value. His heavy worn boots nosily collided on the wooden deck of the ship. His eyes glided to a cabin that belonged to the oldest of the crew. Their navigator, Gideon, he liked to retire early, or maybe he had things he liked to do. Either way he had a question that only Gideon could answer. He knocked on the door, and waited until the large grisly looking man opened up with a raised eyebrow.
"Stone, what is it now?"
"How'd you know it was me?"
"You stink like a dog,"
"Oi,"
"What'll it be?"
"Where's the closest merchant port?"
"Left Mallowbeach hours ago, hmm day'n half,"
"Hmph, fine." With that the large gruff man nodded as he closed the door leaving the rugged blond to wander on the deck. He looked up at the moon noticing that it was to a new moon soon. He narrowed his eyes knowing that they're quick departure of from Mallowbeach meant that they hadn't had time to restock on supplies. After the next raid, if they didn't take enough supplies they'd have to dock off at a port. Someplace that welcomed piracy a tad bit more. They could sell the goods, and get what'd the need. He walked starboard towards the railing looking out to the lit waters as he narrowed his eyes. The urge to head back down to have his way with the woman was, but he had a duty to do. His job of piracy came before he could.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Fri Apr 04, 2014 10:56 pm

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The night had came and gone without much activity aboard the ship, and although the blond quartermaster claimed he would have had a decision at daybreak. He didn't make himself known until mid morning when he strolled on the deck looking well rested.
"Oi! Where ya' been?"
"Not like I left the ship, I've been around."
"Stone,"
"We're going after the cargo, steer to the merchant's route."
"Tell Gideon, then meet me in my quarters with Kersey." With their quick over the rugged blond watched his captain walk away leaving him with his duties to be done. He sighed knowing that beneath his oh so smoking surface there was an animal waiting to come out. Normally he was fine with the animal lurking, the wolf that he truly was would be content normally, but the scent of woman made him a bit on edge. His loins were aching to meet the busty barmaid again. His wolf needed release much sooner than he expected. He was proud of what he was, and he absolutely loved the advantaged of being what he was. The more he was made to wait to take his prize the stronger the urge got to come out. Everyone on board knew what he was, and in fact it even helped in raids when they needed a little extra weaponry. He could tell that the wolf was feeling more aggressive than usual, and he was usually close to the beast he agreed often with the lupine it made it just a bit difficult to keep him below the surface. Still despite the inner turmoil he sniffed to find their navigator to tell him of their captain's orders of sailing towards the merchant's route. The conversation was swift and quick leaving the blond wolf to find the boatswain, and discuss their upcoming raid with their captain. Having not found the youngest pirate on the deck was beneath the deck checking supplies.
"Francis, the captain wishes to speak," He could smell the feminine aroma on this level of the ship. He leaned against the wall as he watched the sun-kissed pirate looked up from duties. As a boatswain he was in charge of maintenance and supplies. His early morning started as he inspected the ship thoroughly despite the sleepiness that still held on to him. His unruly dark hair bounced as he shot his head up with a smirk.
"So you're made a decision then,"
"Merchants," They were very casual with each other. To Stone the unruly hair man was sort of a younger brother to him. They had somewhat of a playful sibling-esque rivalry between them. When in need of advice they went to each other, or sometimes they found the oddest ways to screw around with each other. From rotting fish to pushing each other overboard. It was all usually harmless nonsense they could forget to be able to share a couple of rounds together.
"I suppose that's the practical choice,"
"Oi, you have a problem with that?"
"Aye, what about the jewels?"
"We're low on supplies ain't we? We take the supplies, and loot the goods."
"Gold? Gems? Does that mean nothing to you?"
"You want a cut of the loot quicker don'cha?"
"Let's just go see the Capt," The rugged blond walked away with a smug grin on his face as he slightly shook his head. Greed, that was something the did motivate everyone. After all, who didn't want some wealth? Still he was in charge of the well being of the crew, and that wasn't something that he could just take lightly. As he approached the captain's quarters he could hear the footsteps following behind him. He pushed past the door to see their matured Captain setting at a table with his hands laced together waiting for them to arrive.
"Ahh you've made it. Kersey, what's low?" The two young men found a seat as they sat down across from their captain, but next to each other.
"Waters dry, our rums in need, we ate the last bird, but we got enough biscuits and salted meat to last. As for the ship, she's doing well, but I'd recommend getting fabric for the sails,"
"Aye, and Stone?"
"Well, ain't no one get laid when we were at the docks, so the crews feeling antsy."
"I spoke to Gideon, we might meet 'em at nightfall. Kersey, ready the room, Stone, tell the men to prepare, and don't go sniffing around downstairs." To this the rugged blond narrowed his eyes at his captain. Don't go sniffing around downstairs? Hmmph He knew exactly what was meant by that. He was not to go sticking himself in certain people. Certain blonde people. Certain busty people. He could only growl softly as he watched the captain. He wasn't going to be able to visit the barmaid anytime soon, and that frustrated him just a tad bit. They were to attack, raid, take and leave organize, head to the port, and sell their good before splitting their shares. He wouldn't have much time to content his wolf.
"Don' need you getting yer dick wet when we have a raid to prepare for. Go prepare the men," The quartermaster glared at his captain as he silently got up from his seat, and semi-nod he turn on his heel to leave. It wasn't so much the order not to visit the busty barmaid that annoyed him, it was more the accusation that he'd would blow off preparing the crew. His life of piracy was his first priority, and just because there was tail on aboard he was accused of ignoring his duties. It irritated him, for his captain to think that. Sure he wanted to, but he knew other things came first. He left the cabin only to walk around the deck, and eye the other crew-members until he spotted the cooking's mate. He pointed to the man, and called him over which he did without much hassle.
"Was the wench fed?"
"Nay,"
"Why the hell not? Get 'er biscuts, and meat, and port. I ain't bagging bones,"
"Aye,"
"And tell 'er that I won't be coming 'round soon, but I'll finish what I started."
"Aye," With that he watched at the man walked away from him, and headed towards the kitchen quarters. The rugged blond made his way to the poop deck where Gideon was navigating. Exchanging quick nods the rugged blond announced that they were going raid the merchant's ship at night fall, and they they were to prepare. They were to sharpen their weapons, ready the gunpowder, and have their weapons ready for the attack.

That evening as the most of the crew gathered on the deck with the few exceptions of the gunners manning the cannons below the deck. The rugged blond was a top of the crow's nest sniffing at the open sea air. He was picking up the scent of any nearby ships. His skillful eyes scanned the open waters despite the darkness that befell them. What little light there was made his eyes glow a menacing greenish blue that pierced the darkness. He caught a scent in the blowing wind making him turn his head.
"Thar over port," He howled down at to his crew-members as he watched intensely looking, for the origin of the scent meanwhile they began navigating towards the direction in which they were told. As the wind hit the rugged blond at the very top the scent only stronger. They were heading in the right direction. It wasn't too long until he spotted something on the waters that followed the route. He watched it closely until he was sure that it was indeed the ship they were looking for.
"She be on the horizon," He howled down to the crew yet again. They cheered into the night as they the adrenalin rushed through their veins. They were always anxious when it was time to raid a ship in just moments. Trouble was always near when they attacked. Injury was common, death wasn't unheard of, and but sometimes they didn't go much when there was a simple surrender. The rugged blond gripped tight on a some rope as they approached the ship readying to attack. The ships were thirty maybe forty feet apart, and he heard the captain order the gunners to fire warning shots. He heard several cannons go off not too long afterwards shaking the very ship as they flew over the waters. Some of them hit the ship making a loud crash as wood splintered few around while the cannons that missed hit the water forcefully with a loud splash as the water jumped up. The pirates cried out in unison as they speed towards the ship as fast as they could. The rugged blond exhaled as he jumped from the crow's nest swing around as he held tightly on the rope. As this point the merchant's ship was a mere fifteen feet away as he let go of the rope fling himself onto the other ship. The wind blew against his hair rustling it as he quickly balled up, and rolled onto the ship as he landed a little harder than he would've liked. He growled loudly as he leapt to his feet quickly drawing his sword, and slashing at the men who came at him. Their blood splattered back against him as he severed an half an arm of a man, and cut deeply across the chest of another. He fought fiercely giving the rest of the crew time to stampede on aboard ready to help as their captain commanded them ruthlessly. The sounds of blades clashing echoed with the sound injurious grunts played in the background along with gunfire from pistols. The wind blew stronger as a group of men quickly fought to anchor down the ships. After was seemed like a long hard fought battle the other ship soon surrendered knowing when they had been outnumbered. The fighting soon stopped as the blood soaked into the wood boards of the ship.
"Kersey, take those men and take the supplies."
"Aye!"
"And you, were be the goods?"
"Below deck," To this the wound up captain kicked the man in his stomach. He couldn't decide if, it was bravery or stupidly to give such a response to man wielding a weapon.
"Deciding to be a smartass are ye' Imm give yah' once more chance before I get bored." To this the man spat to his feet unwilling to comply with any orders he got. Just as he promised he sliced through the man's neck cleanly hearing a thud as his head fell to the floor just before his body did. Blood began quickly began pooling around him.
"Storm the place! Take everything! If they don' comply NO MERCY!" The matured captain shouted his orders as his crew flooded the ship threatening the merchants into help them. Most of the goods dealers took order without any complaint actually helping load everything that the pirates deemed valuable. Many men were lugging crates, boxes, cages of livestock, barrels of food, even bags of coins. The pirates were experienced pillagers, and the merchant's ship ended up quite bare with only minimal essentials to make it to the port.

When their plundering was done they boarded their own ship, and sailed away from the merchants cheering as they had been very successful in this raid.
"A CELEBRATION IS IN ORDER!" Their captain shouted out as he slammed his foot on the floor of the deck receiving rowdy cries of joy from his crew. They began cracking open the newly acquired rum, and began to grab as much as they could with what they could find. The rowdy crowed even began to sing a sea shanty.

Our packet is the Island Lass
Lowlands, lowlands, lowlands, low
There's a laddie howlin' at the main topmast
Our skipper comes from Barbados
He's got the name of Hammer Toes
He feeds us bread as hard as brass
Our junk's as salt as a bailer's arse
The monkey wears a sailor's clothes
Now, where he got 'em from, God only knows
It's up aloft that yard must go
Up aloft from down below
We'll haul 'em high and let 'em dry
We'll trice 'em up into the sky
Lowlands, me boys, and up she goes
Get changed, me boys, for your shore-going clothes

They laughed and drank into the night as they ship slowly sailed towards the direction into a pirate's port that went by the name of Port Perros Del Mar. It was an infamous port city whose government encouraged those in the life of piracy to come, and spend the loot they took from merchants.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Wed Apr 09, 2014 3:59 pm

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In the clear warm tropical Caribbean waters where the sand was soft and white swam schools of colorful fish while their predators chose not to feed today. Meanwhile above the waters near the docks of Perros Del Mar the ship, The Sea's Black Howl, was docked, for hours as most of its crew were nursing their hangovers from a night of celebration. Unfortunately for two important members, the quartermaster and the boatswain, had duties to fulfill. After waking early by the blinding sunlight they sorted their new possessions. The replaced the supplies they were going to use, and stored them under deck. Everything they left they had to sell to the buyers at the port without much help from anybody else.
"Goddammit, why the fuck are we so trustworthy?" The young unruly haired boatswain grunted as he as he complained while pulling a wooden wagon filled with all the stolen goods from last night's raid. He only received a throaty chuckled from the rugged quartermaster who help pull the wagon with ease. He could've pulled the entire thing without help, but he had to make his fellow pirate work.
"What the hell are you laughing about? Why don' you change, and haul?"
"I don't need to change to pull, and plus wolves are not for taming they're for maiming. Get a dog, if you want something to pull this."
"What?" He didn't need help to pull this damned wagon. The boatswain stopped exerting himself, and dropped the rope to the ground only to watch as the rugged blonde continued to pull without even break a sweat.
"You bastard," The rugged blond picked up the fallen rope, and continued to pull as he walked next to the other pirate. He shrugged with a smirk as started towards the market section of the port. Some of the vendors watched in awe of a single man pulling an entire loaded wagon by his lone self. They were looking, for a buyer to buy all of the goods. They knew a specific man in mind whose shop was in the area. He was their go to guy. No questions asked he buy all their goods, and he'd give them decent money for it. The saw the dark skinned man wearing a grin as wide as the sun. He shouted towards them as he motioned for them to come to him. They nodded as they they locked eyed with him seeing this were gleaming.
"Jorge, we'd got somethings you might be interested in buying."
"Stone, Francis, welcome welcome. Que hay? What do you got for me today hah?" The quartermaster smiled as he dropped the ropes to the ground before looking at Francis to name off the things they had taken.
"Okay Jorge, look we had some lovely fox & cattle hides. About twenty fifteen. Lovely fabric from the mainland. Cotton. Two whole barrels of spices. Wanna make your food taste good? Buy some spices. Two barrels of dye, three barrels of tobacco, and two barrels of tea. All this really sells don' it?"
"Ahh si Francis, it certainly does. Puedo venderlo todo. Hay mucho aqui. Okay guys I'll buy it all."
"I'm expecting doubloons here,"
"Claro que si, I would never cheat you guys. Three doubloon for the fox hides, ten for the cattle, five for the cotton fabric, twelve for the spices, five for the dye, fifteen for the tobacco and five for the tea."
"Sounds fair,"
"Good," The two pirates watched the dark skinned man as he spun around, and started digging into a bag that sat on the table behind him. The rugged blond picked up a bag that was tied to to his belt, and opened it as the buyer counted off fifty-five doubloons to show them that he wasn't cheating. Satisfied the rugged blond tied the bag back to his belt as he helped unload the wagon for the dark skinned merchant. When their business was done the pirates walked away with the empty wagon before stopping not too far away.
"Francis, what is it that the ship needs?"
"We looted all of the spares of that ship even the fuel, for the stove. We don' need a thing,"
"Ye be sure?"
"Aye,"
"And ya' took the bird feed?"
"They've half a barrel,"
"Buy another, you underestimate the amount of birds aboard." The rugged blond dug into the bag, and handed the boatswain three of the golden coins knowing that it should be just enough. That was one of the bags that was filled with the gold coins the other two were safely tucked away in his quarters. He would know, if anyone went looking around just by their scent alone. The bag was already filled with one hundred and fifty of the coins, and they other two were filled with the same. He would have to divide them into everybody's share when he got back.
"And what of you?"
"I'll find word of any ships to loot."
"We'll be here, for a few days no rush,"
"I have matters to attend to," He wiggled his eyebrows towards the young boatswain imply that it involved some wolf like matters. He received a nod as he walked away confidently as his eyes scanned the rest of the market. He looked out towards the empty beaches in the distance that made his eyes light up. Perfect, That was the perfect place, for him to have a short run which his wolf needed. He walked down the market passing by other pirates, merchants, wenches, and the occasional stray looking for food. As he left the marketplace and the docks he started on a busy cobblestone street lined with various businesses that made his footsteps a little louder. As he past by the buildings that lined the streets all sorts of scents filled his nose. The smell of fresh baked breads, roasting foods, sweet fruits, brewing tea, the sea everything came at him all at once. It made his heart race and his mouth water as he could already imagine the sand between his toes, and the spray of the salt water in his face. It excited him. His paced quickened to a brisk walk until he was standing in the very beach he was looking for. Still he need a bit of distance from the bustling docks. He ran as the wind hit him down the sandy beach away from the people and ships and buildings. He only stopped when scents began to fade, and he glanced over his shoulder to see that the port was far enough for him. Maybe a couple miles away. He made his way up to the grass the boarded the sand, and began undressing himself. He kicked of his boots, threw his vest to the ground, undid his pants and tossed them on his boots, and slipped his shirt off. He removed all of the jewelry that he wore, and hid them into one of his boots before leaving his things neatly packed. He tied the bag of doubloons that originally hung at his waist around his neck, and let it hang down to his naval where his hair traveled down to his member.
"Hmmph," With a deep breath he grinned before his eyes slowly changed to a shade of amber as he let out a soft grunt while his lips began protruding as his teeth morphed into a more sinister shape. His ears grew pointed, and he instinctively dropped to his knees as his fingers warped into a more paw shaped while his nails started darkening and sharpening into claws. Fur grew from his skin, and a tail started forming behind him. His transformation took only a mere couple of minutes, and the result was an amber eyed, well furred blonde wolf with a white underside. The blond fur started from the tip of his black nose up his broad muzzle stretching across the top of his face and ears, down his back faded into his legs, and covered the top of his tail. His mane was faded blond and white fur. The bag that he tied around his neck just barely hung away from his massive body which began to run towards the gentle waves of sea water. His large paws sank into the sand, but his his webbed toes helped him with traction as he ran into the sea splashing about in the water that wet his fur. He ran down water drenched sand leaving large single tracked paw prints behind him. The wind hit is furred face as his tongue hung out while he held his tail out behind him to help balance him. He jumped over a piece of driftwood before coming to an abrupt stop falling into the sand face first. He rolled onto his back, and wiggled on the sand as he let out a piercing howled. The coins around his neck jingled as he moved, and he felt completely at peace. It was moments like this that he treasured. He was free to be what he truly was.

Jumping back to his feet he sniffed the air as a scent caught his attention. His ears turned and twitched trying to find the origin of a noise. He lowered his face to the ground as he began sniffing, and he tracked a scent up the sand while listening to the noise. They were coming from the same animal. He looked up seeing a massive beast bellowing a guttural growl lying in the sand about thirty feet away from him. There was a mischievous sparkle in his amber eyes as he ran towards the scaly beast. The crocodile had come on shore to bask in the warm sunlight after a well earned meal. The blond wolf leapt over the water reptile landing on its other side before a tail came crashing towards him. He barely missed the swinging tail of the beast before growling at the sunbathing creature. The reptile hissed as it swung its tail again trying to get the wolf away from him who didn't know when to quit. His large jaws wrapped around the scaly tail, and pulled as hard as he could before the crocodile swung its head with snapping jaws resulting in the wolf letting go and jumping back. He pulled his lips back, and bared his teeth as he snarled towards the creature. He charged towards it making a giant leap over it as he kicked sand at it. The irritated creature continued to hiss as he lifted himself with his short, yet strong legs and charged right back at him as he snapped his jaws. The wolf leapt up as the crocodile opened his jaws wide only to have two large paws land on his top jaw slamming it shut. He kept all his weight on the now closed jaws of the crocodile as he growled loudly into its face as his tail swished from side to side. He glared at his as the crocodile began wildly swinging his head knocking the irritating wolf off of him before charging quickly at him. He clamped down only biting into thick fur. The wolf scrambled to his feet slipping his fur out of the jaws of the creature as he ran down its back before biting its tail again as he yanked with all his might as he growled with his hackles standing up. The beast swung its tail, but the wold stayed clamped down as he followed the tail preventing it from ripping out of his jaws. The loudly hissing animal had enough of this pestering wolf, and snapped his jaws in his face making him let go. He charged the irritating canine chasing him down the sandy beach before stopping in his tracks. He slithered into the water before the wolf noticed he was no longer being chased. His tail propelled him away from the beach. The wolf who was panting glanced behind him before he slowed down to a stop. He was alone again. He threw his head back as he howl on the the sand. His playmate had left him. He started back to walked down the beach as his stuck his muzzle in the air to sniff, if he could find any other entertainment.

His paced slowed to a trot as his face pointed towards the ground to sniff anything interesting.  He came to a stop as he sniffed a little deeper before wildly digging into the sand with his paws. Sand flew all over the place as he tried to find anything in the sand. After a whole minute of digging, and finding nothing he stopped to stare at the empty hole he had made. He lifted his leg to the hole, and let out a golden stream to mark it as his. He left it as he walked away making his way back to his things. The romp with the crocodile entertain the wolf leaving him quite satisfied with the whole ordeal. He exhaled as he looked out in front of him seeing that the port was still a couple miles away which meant that he would soon find his things. Just ten feet away he came to his clothing he ran towards the water, and took a giant leap in only to swim out to soak his fur. He needed a way to get the sand out of his fur, and this looked like the simplest way. He held his breath, and shut his eyes as he dove underneath the clear blue waters disturbing the sand on the bottom. He wiggled around before shooting back up to take a breath of air before swimming back towards the shore. He galloped towards the grass, and shook himself off spraying saltwater around him. He dropped down, and rolled in the green blades in an attempt to dry himself even more. Satisfied with damp fur he exhaled as his amber eyes began changing into his typical bluish green ones letting out a soft growl his fur slowly retreated, and his wolf features metamorphosed into more human ones. His ears rounded off and shrunk as his muzzled shortened, his toes elongated into fingers while his claws took a more square shape, his tail shrunk, and soon he stood up on his two feet in his nude glory. The rugged blond ran his hand through his damp shaggy hair, and laughed as he started to dress himself. When he was dressed he tied the bag that was around his neck back to his waist, and made his way back towards Perros Del Mar.

Once back on the cobblestone steets lined with buildings he sighed as a smirk crept across his lips as he laced his fingers behind his damp head in a casual manner as he examined area.
"Pirate...Wolf," The dismembered voice caused him to stop in his tracks as his eyes widened. Not everybody knew he was a wolf as it wasn't something that he let people know. He narrowed his eyes as he looked around, and in front of a fortune teller's shop stood an elderly looking woman in gypsy garb. A silk mauve cloth covered the top of her grayed brunette locks as she smirked at him.
"Wolf," She repeated as she motioned at him with her finger before she disappeared back into her shop leaving him standing in the streets. He glared at the shop before sighing as he made his way into the building. As he walked in the shop was covered in various candles that had been melted from use. Curtains hung around the room while some cages were placed housing exotic birds. Various trinkets decorated the room from dream catchers to jars of unknown liquids. He saw the gypsy woman sitting at a table off to the side of the room.
"Wolf, glad that you came in."
"Hmph, how do you know?" It puzzled him. How did this woman know that he was a wolf? She didn't smell like one, so there was no way she couldn't smelt him. He furrowed his eyebrows at her as he pulled out a seat to sit himself.
"Madame Drina knows all. Wolf, would you like your fortune read? Free of charge, just for you?"
"I don't believe in that crap,"
"But you are wolf, aren't you part of supernatural? Your hand, now." To this he eyed her cautiously, but he extended his hand out to her to which she snatched up to trace her fingers lightly across it.
"Wolf, I see that that your heart waves. You've had many many lovers, but none of a serious nature." He was a little taken aback with the accuracy of her words. It was true, there was no one serious or special in his life.
"Wolf, your head does not cross your life, you live a life of adventure with much enthusiasm. It looks like that you're responsible with decisions. Big grand decisions." It was this that had him leaning in closer. His life of piracy took him many places, and being the quartermaster meant that he made more than enough decisions. Sure he looked like a pirate, but how'd she know his rank?
"Wolf, I see strength, and so much vitality." He arched an eyebrow at her. How did she mean that? Of course he had strength he was a wolf after all, but did she meant it in some other way?
"Wolf, fate controls your life. You go where the wind takes you." He looked at her suspiciously. Of course he went where the wind took him, he was a pirate. It was a life of opportunity.
"Wolf, I sense you are of good health, and know business well. You are a very successful pirate. In fact you have quite the reputation as one. I also see a romance. A single romance that you will treasure. The woman will bear you several children. You will go on an unexpected journey. A journey that will push you to limits you did not know you had." The gypsy woman let go of his hand watching his quizzical face with a smirk. She laced her hands together waiting, for his response. The rugged blond took his hand back as he eyed her before scanning the shop.
"I'll admit, you guess some things correctly."
"Wolf, I do not guess. I see all. Madame Drina knows all." To this the rugged blond snickered as he wore a smirk. It didn't take a genius to know that he was a pretty good pirate. She just happened to make a couple good guesses.
"You doubt Madame Drina? Fine I will tell you,"
"Go ahead,"
"My my, why would to anger the wildlife? You're mischievous. The crocodile was doing nothing."
"Wait," He looked at her wide-eyed. That happened not too long ago, and he was sure that no one was around. He would've smelt their scents. He narrowed his eyes as his eyebrows furrowed together. Well if she was the real deal than she could explain some of the other things she predicted.
""Tell me about that journey?"
"I cannot,"
"Why the hell not?"
"You must experience it as it should be,"
"What a load of crap,"
"It will begin when with enemies, lead to an old lover before you meet sorcery. I cannot tell you anymore." The caused the rugged blond to arch an eyebrow at her. He did have many enemies, and plenty of old lovers. He never dealt with any sort of witchcraft though. He stood from his seat as he nodded at her.
"Are you not interested in your romance?"
"I'm not a one woman man,"
"Until she captures your heart," The rugged blond only rolled his eyes as he started towards the door thinking about that bounty hunter at the other port. That was certainly a possibility. Maybe even another pirate. He pushed open the door leaving the shop behind as his mind wandered to the limitless people that hated him as he made his way back towards the ship.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Fri Apr 11, 2014 4:03 pm

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After the rugged blond had made his way back on board long after the boatswain had returned with the feed, for the chickens that had taken he was asked multiple times as to where he was. He simply replied with "Wresltin' a croc and shit talkin' with gypsies." Most of them took it as a joke rather than the truth that it was. It seemed rather outlandish to most, but there were a few who believed every word of it. They could actually believe that their quartermaster was capable of finding himself in the most ridiculous situations. It would not surprise them, if one day he came back claiming to have slept with a dragon queen, and stole her jewels when he was done.

He made his way back towards his quarters to split the doubloons into everyone's fair share. He sniffed around to make sure that sneaky hands hadn't slithered around his quarters in an act of greed. After making sure that no one was here he began the task at hand. He and the captain would get five shares each, the boastwain, the navigator, and the other mid ranking pirates would get two and a half shares each, any mates would get one and a half while all remaining would get one share each. After distributing everybody's shares, and hiding his away he watched as the pirates either left to spend their share, or stayed to give maintenance to the ship. He grinned knowing this was finally his chance. He could finally go meet the busty barmaid, and take her for she was worth.

As he walked down the steps he could smell her feminine scent filling the room making him grow eager. He quietly made his way towards the cage as he watched her stare out the window as the sunlight shone down on her.
"Helena," He calmly spoke out as he closed the cage door behind him, and dropping the key in a pocket on the inside of his vest. He saw as she turned around a little startle by his sudden intrusion. He watched as a smile began to form across her lips before she turned back around.
"Pirate! I've been stuck here with barely any interaction! I've been fed the minimum!"
"Calm down woman, or need I make you calm down?" The busty barmaid crossed her arms as she turned back around to face the blond pirate. Irritation was painted across her face as she stepped toward ready, for some sort of confrontation.
"Don't try that on me wench, after all you were the one begging me to stay. Do you remember when I was knuckle deep?" The barmaid's cheeks turned a shade of pink. How could she forget? It was all she thought about since then. She pursed her lips, and looked away before glaring back at him.
"Of course I remember, how dare you take advantage of me!" To this the rugged blond smirked making his way towards her getting her closer and closer only to back her into the wall. His hand slid under her skirt, and started working at her bud. He looked down at her seductively as he breathed against her neck before kissing her salty skin lightly. Her could feel her chest rise and fall rapidly as her legs slowly slid open.
"Oohhpp," Escaped her lips as she wrapped her arms around his back leaning her head on his shoulder to take in his salty musk that flooded her nose. His scent made her eager and moist while his kissed burn her skin and sent tingles throughout her body. His skillful motions between her legs made her weak as she shut her eyes letting him take control of the situation. This surprised the rugged blond as she willing gave herself up to him to let him do as he pleased. He sucked lightly against her neck as his fingers slid up into her hot moist canal. She let out a throaty sigh of relief as he did so, and began to move her hips to him.
"You were aching fo' me huh?"
"Mm...Noo...Mmm...I-I hate you," He chuckled at her words as his slid in deeper as she rode his fingers her leg slowly wrapping around his legs in an attempt to being him closer.
"Don' look like it,"
"Uhh...Uhhh...Uhh...I-I am...Uhh...I haven't seen you in days...Uhhmm...The other night that noise," His fingers were surrounded in her essence as he slid in her canal. He nibbled on her earlobe until he let it pop out of his mouth. He pushed back her blonde locks behind her ear to whisper to her.
"We raided a ship," His words echoed in her mind. She was on board as they attacked another ship. The very thought made her slick canal squeeze his fingers as she moaned in delight while her essence covered her inner thighs. She exhaled as her head fell back. She was so ashamed with herself. Her arms stayed wrapped around the rugged pirate, but she moved her leg away from, but his fingers still slid in her. She bit down on her lip as she tried to suppress throaty moans. To this the rugged blond could only smirk as he watched her face twist trying to keep herself quiet. She was enjoying everything he did to her.
"Damn, you like that? Wanna know what I did?"
"Hmmm...Hmmm...No...Mmmm," The rugged blond wore his smirk proudly as he slid his fingers out from her, and sucked his fingers clean. He took a few steps back away from her only to have her stumbled down from her week legs. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist as she pressed the side of her face into his stomach to prevent herself from falling completely to the floor.
"So you wanna get straight to it, or you wanna play fer' a while?" He asked the busty barmaid who peered up at him with her narrowed eyes. She scanned him over noticed how shaggy her blond mane was, how heavily stubbled his face was, his well built physique, and his salty musk that followed him everywhere. Still it was his bluish green eyes that drew her in, and she realized that he had given her a choice. She pushed herself up with her feet to steady herself before letting go of her, and wrapping her arms around herself.
"I-I want neither. Let me go."
"You're drenched," He smirked to her before he got a hard swift slap to his cheek causing him to chuckled, and pull her over to him as he put his on on her thigh.
"My hus-ex-husband never pleased me like that before. Just beacause you know what you're doing doesn't mean I want to be here." She wore a serious expression while he leaned over to her, and just as their lips were a few inches apart he whispered.
"I've had cunts that put up more fights than you." She widened her eyes knowing what he had implied, but she took a hold of his hand to remove from her thigh.
"I-It's just he had a lot of mistresses, and it pleases me to know that he couldn't please them as well as you did me. Those women'll...Never know real pleasure." Her cheeks felt hot as she looked away. Somehow admitting that lifted some sort of weight off of her chest even though she still felt rather filthy about it. Stone smirked as he let his arms fall away from her to crouch down with one knee on the ground. He wink up at her as he put his hands at the side of her thighs.
"This," He stuck his tongue out to lick his lips before he put his face to her core, and began lapping away at her. His tongue slithered up and down her slit before tracing circles around her bud. Her eyes went wide as she put her hands on his shoulder to support herself. Her toes curled as her knees wobbled. She let out a few throaty exhales as the sensation traveled throughout her body. She had never even heard of such a thing before let alone experience it. She drenched his mouth with her essence as she dug her nails into her shoulder. He sucked on her sensitive engorged bud making her shut her eyes.
"Whahmmmmph armmmhmm yoummm dommph?" She tried to ask, but her moans got in the way of her words. His hot wet tongue felt absolutely amazing, but then he slid into her entrance. She let out a loud moan as she tried to keep herself steady. His tongue caressed the walls of her slick canal before slipping out, and going back to play with her bud. She felt herself building up to what she knew was going to be an amazing orgasm. Soon his pleasurable teasing had pushed her over the edge, and she drenched his mouth in her essence while her nails dug deeper into his shoulder as she let out a scream of approval. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as fell to her knees resting her cheek on his shoulder. He licked at the bottom of her ear.
"I like the uncommon," The rugged blond whispered to her ear as he licked his lips savoring her taste on his tongue. He rested his hands at her waist as he eyed waiting for a response from her.
"For a pirate, you're not that selfish." She tried to catch her breath as she lifted her head away from him. She furrowed her eyebrows as she pushed herself away from him. She ended up sitting as she rested her legs to her side examining him.
"Aren't I? You know what I want," She shrugged as she watched him find a sitting position across from her. He crossed his legs as he looked at her smugly. She pushed her hair behind her ears still hold her serious expression.
"Maybe I do, but maybe I just don't care about your needs. You know that evening you kidnapped me I was...Homeless. My friend had told me to leave her home, and I didn't have a place to stay."
"Good thing you're good looking,"
"You must be joking? This...THIS is a prison. I can't go out in the sunlight, I don't get fresh air, and I'll never eat fresh food again! Not to mention I'll be used as a wench by filthy pirates!"
"How about being my personal wench then?"
"HAH! You're skill comes from practice, you're a dog." Her dog comment made him twist his face in slight annoyance. He wasn't a big fan being called a dog, and he found it offensive. He wasn't a dog. He was better. He was a wolf.
"I wouldn't recommend calling me a dog."
"So the pirate finds it offensive? Too bad, I hate being called wench, I hate being on this ship, I hate you." She mocked him as she laughed at his comment which caused him to raise an eyebrow. She was a brave one wasn't she? Laughing at the very pirate who captured her. The pirate that might decide against mercy. He did like that a bit.
"Laughing? At me? I could cut you right now,"
"Then do it? I would love very much to be relieved of my situation. It seems that I am destined to never leave this ship."
"Do you want a tour? The men are away, I could take you you my quarters."
"I want to leave do you not understand?"
"We're in Perros Del Mar, the pirates will eat you alive." The look of concerned washed over her face. She knew the infamous reputation that the port had. It was a pirate community. He was right, if she left then she'd probably end up somewhere much worse.
"Perros Del Mar?!" He nodded to her as he watched her expression of worry. He smirked as ran his hand through his hair before wiggling his eyebrows at her.
"Com'ere I've been wanting you since I saw you and I'm tired of waiting." He reached over to grab her forearm, and pulled her into his lap roughly. His lips crashed unto her's as he kissed her rougher than what she was used to. He forced his tongue between her lips, and into her hot cavern of a mouth. She was about to pull away from him until his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she accepted it. She enjoyed the roughness he gave her. He was aggressive with his wants, and she found it oddly attractive. She still found herself pulling away for air as she looked into his eyes.
"Stone, you'll have no idea how much my hate for you will grow, if you do this."
"Hate me. It's good fuel," He pushed her onto her back as her hovered over her as his lips found their way back to her's. Again he roughly took her mouth, and she loosely hung her arms around his neck letting out soft moans. His exploring hand untied the laces to her bodice, and swiftly started to unlace the garment. She pulled away from him again as she sought after precious air. Reasons she couldn't quite understand she wanted him as quickly as he wanted her. She furrowed her eyebrows in a serious expression as she pushed off his vest to which he threw to the ground. She took her bodice off while he ripped his shirt off, and they both threw their clothing to the side. She started to undo his pants as he slipped her top off. He threw her top to the wall before shuffling his pants to his knees. She pulled him back on top of her, and pressed her lips to his as her hands touched across his back. She kissed him hungrily before running her hand through the shaggy mane all the while he began to play and tease with her breasts. He pinched at her stiffened tips, and gently tugged causing her to let out soft moans. He pulled away, and looked at her with a predatory expression. He grinned as he commanded her to flip around much to her surprise. That was something she never had done before. He guided her to hands and knees as he slipped his fingers into her core as he caressed her canal as he knelt between her legs while he put his hand on the small of her back.
"I've never tried this way, uhhmph, before," Her legs spread open as her essence spread all over her slit and inner thighs.
"Scream my name," He slipped his fingers out of her, and wiped them over his hardened member which he thrusted into her core. His hands gripped at her hip. She puckered her lips as she felt him enter. She only had a glance at his member, but the difference between him and her ex-husband was clear. He slid in deeper than he ever could, and he stretched her more than he ever did. She found rhythm with his thrusts as she threw her head back in ecstasy.
"Ohhhmmmoooom goddamn you," Being the ruffian he was he grabbed a fistful of blonde locks, and pulled her head back as he thrusted harder into her while grabbing her like a rein of a horse.
"Gooood ain' it?" His grunts joined her moans in some sort of erotic choir. She gave him a moan of approval as they continued tangled themselves. The sweat. The friction. The loud pleased moans and grunts. They were loud enough to b heard from atop the deck alerting those on board to their quartermaster's lustful deeds. The temperature in the room was raising from the poor ventilation. It did not matter to them as they served each other. The thrusting, the grinding, the squeezing and the pounding was building them up. Their hair stuck to their sweaty faces as they were soon reaching the end of their romp.
"Ohhmmhmmoohh, don-don't-ohhmm, Uuugghhhmmm,"
"Grrrmmmphmmmp uugghhmm whammm?" She gritted her teeth as her canal clenched down on his member as her core exploded with her essence. She shut her eyes tightly,
"Stoonne!! Ahhhmmmmppphhh!!" She scream his name just like he wanted as her toes curled while the most intense wave of pleasure washed over her. After what seemed like forever she panted trying to catch her breath as she felt a hot burning sensation running down the back of her thigh. She was too busy caught up in her orgasm to realize that he slipped out of her, and shot his creamy seed over her thighs. She looked over her shoulder to see him with a toothy grin trying out even out his breathing. She could only smile as she turned back to face the floor she was on.

The pair found themselves intertwined as they lied across the floor. She rested her head on his furry chest taking in his musk. They musk that called out to her. It was different and intoxicating all at the same time. His arm was draped over her keeping her close to him. He had pulled his pants back up to his waist, and her skirt was flattened out against her thighs. The rest of their clothing was still tossed around the cage in disorder of their romp.

The barmaid's eyes glanced towards the pirate who held her like they were something. It disgusted her a big knowing that they meant nothing to each other. How could their amorous activity be mind blowing when they were just two strangers? He saw her as a wench, and she saw him as filthy pirate. Maybe she was a little naive in thinking there had to be a special connection in order to have amazing sex. Well at least he taught her something: a good lay was a good lay, and it didn't matter if, you knew them or not.
"Scumbag," Helena muttered just loud enough, for the pirate to hear her. He had to know that she still harbored ill feelings toward him despite the event that just unfolded.
"You keep spewin' the same crap n' it ain' comin' out between your legs." Her constant reminding him of her feelings toward him was beginning to get a little old for him. I hate you. You're trash. You're disgusting. Let me go. The same words in different orders. When would she get it?
"You're so vulgar, don't you know how to treat a woman? Especially after this?" She asked him as she lifted her head to look back at him. If he was going to be using her as his sex slave, then couldn't he at least have some manners after he took her? It was the least he could give her. It wouldn't make her feel as dirty.
"I know how to treat a woman, but you're a wench."
"Excuse me? I come from a good family, and an-"
"And you married a bigger scumbag than me, you worked in a bar, and now you're a pirate's wench. You stopped being a woman a long time ago." She looked at him with an open jaw as a look of disbelief crossed her face.
"He was a good man when I met him, but then we moved here. And that was a good honest job.
"Your honest job made him dishonest. The busty barmaid let her head fall back against his arm as he cradled it. Her hand flew to her face to rub her forehead before she turned on her side to face him with her head still on his bicep.
"Why are you here? If you weren't a jackass, I'm sure you could have something on land."
"Ain' a one woman man. Plus the sea is my mistress, she keeps callin' n' I can't say no." She narrowed her eyes at him as she tried to figure him out. Here was a good looking guy, without morals, who stole from others, who probably killed, he was a great lay, who was now a pirate. What in his life steered him in this direction? At one point he was born, he was somebody's baby, he's still someone's son, maybe brother, maybe uncle. An image started to form in her mind. He could've been an orphan with a hard childhood in which he struggled to even find a meal. His only resort was life at piracy to sooth his aching hungry stomach. She suddenly pitied him know how easy she had it. She had a pretty great life up until this point.
"I-I'm sorry,"
"Huh?"
"About you're horrible life, you probably ate more often at sea than home. It still doesn't give you a right to be a terrible person though," She watched as his face changed before erupting into a fit of laughter. His loud boisterous laughter insulted her. What was so funny?
"I wasn't joking,"
"You're crazy, and that's funny. Horrible life? I was a little shit, and I pissed off my mother all the goddamn time. When she caught me she beat the crap outta me, and I did it all again later." She furrowed her eyebrows as her lips twisted into a frown. She reach, and claweds him at his side digging her nails into his ribs.
"You sonofabitch! You mean you're at sea because you're a little shit! You were always a scumbag since you were little?!" The rugged blond pulled his arm out from under her as he clapped while he laughed at her again. The way the curses rolled off her lips was the most amusing to him. Even his abdomen began to ache from the nonstop laughter.
"What the hell were you thinkin'?"
"It doesn't matter, you're still a horrible person, and I still hate you." She crossed her arms as she sat straight up looking furious. She looked to the other side of the room just to avoid looking at him.
"You were justifying everything about me weren't you?"
"Why would I justify the actions of a jackass!?"
"Cause you like the way I fuck you," She snapped her neck around as a raging flame burned in her eyes. She growled as she huffed and puffed seething with anger.
"You don' wanna feel bad every time I fuck you," He watched as red began crawling up her neck. He could practically feel the heat she was emitting.
"That's it ain' it? You like that way I get you wet, and you like the way I grab you, and you fucking love when I'm in you don' ya?" That was the last straw. He had pushed her over the edge. She pounced to him pushing his back to the ground. She straddled him before she slapped him harder than she ever did before. She watched the way his cheek turned red, and she slapped him again then again. She would've continued to slap him across his face if, he hadn't grabbed her wrists wearing a serious expression. She didn't let him intimidate her. She gritted her teeth as she seethed unable to hit him again.
"TALK TO ME WITH SOME GODDAMN MANNERS!!" She shouted in his face while she struggled to free her hands. She wanted to choke him. She wanted to wrap her hands around his throat, and squeeze and squeeze and squeeze. She trembled with fury.
"Respect me goddammit!!"
"You ain' my wife, you ain' a mother, you're my dirty little wench. You scream when I'm here, and beg me to come back for more. Why should I respect you? Cause you get my dick hard? Cause you make me cum? Don't think all your shouting is going to change a goddamn thing, and don't think you can get away with hitting me like that." He intimidatingly explained to her in a much calmer tone than she used. A slight tinge of panic swept through her. What sort of punishment was he going to give her? Nonetheless she huffed and puffed at him. She didn't change her face, in fact she spat in his face because it was the only thing she could do at this moment.
"I'm NOT a wench! You better not think that you can get away with treating me like shit! I am NOT an object! I am NOT for your pleasure! You better let me go NOW!" The blonde barmaid was fed up with the way he was treating her, and they way he kept her locked up. Basically this entire ship. She was tired of it all. Especially they way he spoke to her. If he was going to use her as some perverted slave then he could at least let her have some dignity. She struggled and she fought against him trying her damnedest to get her hands free. She pulled and she yanked as hard as she could, but his grip only got tighter around her wrists. She even threw herself to the floor hitting it hard enough to make her clench her teeth, but he still didn't release her from his grip. She shut her eyes to prevent tears from falling. She was frustrated with him. She choked back her tears, but it only made her throat ache. She glared up at him as a few of tears of frustration escaped her suppression.
"I'm the quartermaster to a crew of infamous pirates. Cry all you want, but what I say goes." He released her hands, but quickly took hold of her chin pointing her face up and towards him. He gave her a light peck before speaking at her again.
"I deal out the punishments on this ship, and it really doesn't matter to me if, you got a cunt or not, I don't tolerate disrespect from anyone." She pulled her face away from his hand as she rubbed her wrists that hurt from his tight grip. She wiped away her tears as she glared at him.
"I am not scared of you. You're not going to scare me like those men out there. I demand respect whether you think so or not. Just because you're good in bed doesn't mean you will treat me like shit. You listen to me right now, you will not call me wench, or woman, or anything that isn't my name. Helena Nora Blakeslee. Helena Nora Blakeslee. Miss. Blakeslee. Helena Nora. Or just Helena. You will not speak to me with such vulgar language. Do not curse in my presence. I am woman, and I deserve to be treated like a proper woman. I have done nothing to deserve any less than that. Do you understand?"
"And If I don't agree?" The rugged blond narrowed his eyes at the busty barmaid. What was the worst she could do to him? She was locked under deck, and not to mention he was a wolf. There was no way she could really harm him even if she tried her damnedest. She arched her eyebrow at him as she locked eyes with him.
"When you least expect it you'll regret it," She gave him the most sincere look he had seen. He could only cock his head in curiosity. What did she have in mind? What was she planning?
"Curious are you? Wouldn't the dog like to know? Men do stupid things over a woman," He studied her closely. Was she implying what he thought she was? He wasn't captain, but he was sure that was still considered a mutiny. He narrowed his eyebrows at her. She wouldn't dare gather the crew against him, would she? A small smirk crossed his lips. He liked the way she was thinking. She was just as smart as she was gorgeous, and it just made her all the more attractive. He stood up from his spot on the floor, and picked up his clothing that laid on the floor. He dressed himself, and left her in silence all the while wearing his smirk. As he disappeared from her view the barmaid furrowed her eyebrows in confusion herself. Where that leaver her? Did he agree? Would his next visit be much more aggressive? She could only wait and see.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Sun Apr 13, 2014 10:43 pm

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The blonde busty barmaid hadn't had from the rugged quartermaster in practically a week. It peaked her curiosity, and ever since their last visit he had been on her mind. He had never given her a clear answer. Was he going to comply? Would her captivity become worse? She was peering out of the open evening sea, but unfortunately her view was of the water. She was hearing shuffling above on the deck, for what seemed like an hour. She figured that it was another raiding go on. The very thought of a raid happening while she was on board was exciting to her. She just want a look.  A peek. To witness it a little bit. After a while she gave up on expecting to find the origin of the noise, and slumped down on the hard wooden bench that stood against the wall. With a sigh she leaned against the wall as her eyes lazily searched the room. The moment she heard footsteps nearing her head perked up. Her heart raced with anticipation. As much as she disliked Stone she was still excited to see him again. The irritating wild man gave her the attention that she craved. Attention that Thomas stopped giving her. Not to mention she expected him to satisfy his urges with her, and she enjoyed it when he did.
"Stone?" She calmly asked in to the approaching footsteps.
"I've been wondering where you've been, you never gave me a clear answer the other evening."
"Oi wench, ain' no Stone 'ere," It was a voice she was unfamiliar with, and undoubtedly another pirate who was part of the crew. As he stepped into the candle light she flinched just seeing him. She did not want him to touch her in anyway. She glared and huffed as she crossed her arms.
"Oi yourself! Leave I do not wish to be disturbed."
"Shut it wench, you don 'ave much of a choice now do you,"
"Leave, or you'll end up curled on the floor." The pirate looked unfazed by her threat, and proceeded to open the cage door. Her face twisted in disgust as he slammed the door behind him. He began to undo his pants in front of the busty barmaid, and her eyes could only widen. This man had all the intention of taking her to his using, but she would not allow it. She leapt to her feet with all the caution in the world. There wasn't much room to run, so she was just going to have to outsmart the man. With his pant undone he made his way towards her, and she ran across past him only to have him snatch at her blonde locks. He yanked her back to him making her cry out in pain. She smelt the alcohol on him. It was a familiar scent that she couldn't soon forget.
"Oi, I wouldn't touch her if, I were you,"
"Stone," The busty barmaid's tone sounded relieved to hear the quartermaster's voice. She pushed the man away from her, and ran towards the door of the cage. It was locked, but at least she was in the view of the rugged blond.
"Oi Stone, why not? Didn' you say the wench was fer' all?"
"I did,"
"Then I'll touch 'er as I please,"
"But you don't treat a woman like that," Helena's face lightened up when she heard him say that. She smiled wildly as she looked to the ground. It was a little flattering to hear it from him. Did that mean he agreed to her terms?
"Why don' ya go back on deck, and leave Helana with me?" The rugged blond opened the cage door only to narrow his eyes at the pirate. He wore an intimidating look that made the man back down. He nodded as he walked past his quartermaster leaving the two to them lonesome selves.
"Now that he's gone Helena, why don't we have ourselves a drink?" He held up a bottle of rum as he walked into the cage closing the door behind him. He took a swig from the bottle before handing it to the busty blonde.
"Before I do anything of the sort. Where have you been? It's been practically a week. And was that a raid? Are there stolen goods up there?" Her stream of questions made him chuckle as he pulled her by the waist towards him. He looked at her lustfully with hungry eyes the same eyes that pulled her in. She smelt the alcohol on him, and sighed a bit. What did she expect? He was a pirate on a pirate ship, of course he had a taste for alcohol.
"I've been on this ship, and that was a raid,"
"Mmm tell me about it," She managed to slip away from him as she took a small sip from the bottle. She headed towards the window knowing he would follow.
"The raid? To be honest they surrendered before we even got on board," She turned on her heel, and looked a bit dumbfounded. She had hopes on hearing a violent story with bloodshed, and weapons.
"They surrendered? You didn't fight?" To this he shook his head adding a shrug at the end. Why did she want to hear that? The only explanation was that it got her all hot and bothered to hear his plundering tells of piracy at sea. Every time they spoke he continued to learn just what kind of freak she was, and he liked that all the more.
"Thought proper ladies didn' like hearin' things like that," She looked at him with a look that touche. There wasn't a proper way to retort to that, or at least she couldn't think of one. Instead she took another short sip before handing the bottle back to the man.
"I'm not a big fan of rum," She watched him take another large swig of the bottle. While his lips held onto the bottle she cocked her head, and spoke up.
"Why...Did you stop him? I heard you say, what was it? Wench free for all. I mean it's not something that I was okay with. Do no think that,"
"I'm greedy, and I did see you first."
"Isn't that against some sort of code?"
"I hand out the punishments around here," Again he said it, and she was beginning to think that he was serious about it. It probably wasn't just something he said to brag about himself. Did he actually dole out the punishments? Well if the way he looked at the pirate from earlier was any sort of indicator then there were truth in his claims.
"Do you really?"
"I haven't had to in a while. They know their places well, and they don't like my punishments."
"I would think so, who likes to be punished? Still, why are you so bad?" This caused the rugged blond to chuckle before drinking from the bottle again. Why were his punishments so bad? Being a young mischievous wolf meant his mother had to deal with him rather fiercely. It kind of stuck with him. They'd get punishments for a wolf. Maybe they'd get simple slashes to the back, perhaps even a couple of deep bloody bites, but the very worse could be being mauled to the death. They knew the damage he could do, and they'd rather avoid it all together.
"They're reminiscent of my mother's discipline methods."
"Tell me about it, I want to know. Why are a bunch of pirates scared of someone like you?"
"Look for the scars they wear, I always leave scars." He had made her think about it. From all the various men she saw day in and out she did notice some horrible scarring on their skin. She thought and wondered what caused them. It was him? Stone, was responsible for the permanent damage. Her core clenched as she went to him. She loosely wrapped her arms around his waist as she peck his lips.
"You don't look that dangerous to me, in fact it seems like you're more interest in tail then law." He smirked down at her. She was getting closer on her own free will. Well was he growing on her? Did he mystify her? Did she want to play with fire? He was down with it.
"I'm an animal," He began to put the bottle to his lips, but the busty barmaid snatched it from him. She stared into his eyes as she finished the bottle for him. She threw it to the floor, for it to smash into thousands of little pieces. Glass that could cut and hurt. She pressed her lips onto his kissing him lustfully. She did not wait, for him to slip his tongue behind her lips because she did it for him. It slid past his teeth, and met his. She leaned all her weight against him as his salty musk penetrated her nose. She couldn't get enough of it. The rugged blond's hand slid down to her derriere, and gave it a tight squeeze as he began to get rougher on her. They exchanged their hot slippery saliva before pulling away for air.
"For the last days of my marriage, Thomas gave me very little attention. You look at me with such hunger."
"I'm hungry all the time,"
"Thomas was such a safe man. You're a dangerous pirate at sea," Where was she going with this? He nodded to her wanting to hear more of what she had to say. She was being very interesting.
"And now that you're calling me by my name, I want to get to know you more. Stone, who are you?" Who was he? He was a wolf. He was a pirate. He was a man at sea. He was a lot of things, but he hadn't a clue what to tell her.
"Who am I?" The blonde barmaid could tell that prying an information out of him was going to be difficult. She would just have to be more direct with him then. she nodded as she pressed her body against his while big fluttering eyes peered up at him.
"Yes Stone, if you're going to be visiting me frequently then I want to know my lover. You know my full name, I want to know yours. I'm twenty-five, how about you?" The way she emphasized lover made him look at her questioningly. He found that to be a pretty strong word to be using to describe them. He did not see her at a lover. He saw her as an interesting lay. She could peak his attention and interest while she could also give him a good round. She had to have used it just to get his attention. He was quite sure that she had a strong dislike towards him in anything, but their between thigh friction. Then why was she so friendly right now? He did stop that other guy, so maybe that was the reason.
"Look proper lady Helena, lovers we are not. You're my sexy prisoner, and not a thing more."
"Fine, but whose my captor?"
"Stone. Daniel. Slater. 27. Pirate. Quartermaster." To this the busty blonde could only cock her to the side. Stone Daniel Slater. Hmm that really flows, Still his answer didn't satisfy her. It felt superficial to her. She had let him in on her recent past. She placed her hands on either side of his cheeks, and smiled sweetly at him before kissing him several times. She even hummed soft 'Hmms' at him because he was acting just like his name. An unmovable stone.
"No. I want to know you. There has to be more than just pirate. You mentioned your mother. Do you love her? Do you have siblings? What about your father? How did you get here? When did you get here? Don't you have aspirations?" Her voice was effective in getting him sleepy. It had to be a combination of the alcohol in his system, her sweet curious tone, and the warmth from her body that made his lids droop.
"That's a lot of questions. You don't really care do you?" The barmaid chuckled as she shrugged to him.
"Maybe, or maybe I don't." The rugged blond grinned softly at the utter stupidity of it. Was she really playing this with him. He shook his head before leaning down to kiss her. This time he wrapped his arms around her waist, and picked her up from the floor. He held her tightly as he aggressively kissed her. In turn she wrapped her legs around his waist while she held tightly on to him with her arms. She kind of liked being of the ground in his arms.

In their aggressive lustful smooching, and very few partings for air they managed to stumble towards the bench. She sat in his lap straddling his thighs while she pushed his back to the wall while they ate each other's mouths. She gripped at his shoulders while his hands squeezed and explored her body. They grew more and more aroused with each passing moment wanting each other badly. They pulled away from each other as they stared into each other's hearing a faint singing from the window. The disembodied voice sound honeyed and silvery. They looked at each other with curiosity and astonishment. Singing out at sea?
"It sounds lovely, ambiance?" The busty barmaid jokingly asked only to see concern on Stone's face. He shook his head as he pushed her aside cautiously approaching the window. He saw an island in the horizon, and being washed with an overwhelming urge to sail to it. Being someone who was used to resist urges he knew the cause of this.
"S-Sirens," The men on the deck wouldn't resist the song, and given enough time he wouldn't either. He would succumb to the sweet lyrics and voice of the wicked creatures probably sooner than he would like considering how much rum he drank. His mind raced with possibilities, and he wasn't sure how he could even combat this.
"Sirens?" The busty blonde wasn't familiar with life at sea, and she sure as hell didn't know what a siren was. She saw the struggle on his face as he walked past her shaking his head. He reached in his vest, and open the door before putting the key back away to the safety of his vest.
"Stone, wait what's wrong?" His behavior was just puzzling to her. He looked back to her, and simply sighed as he walked away letting the door fall back. She caught it just in time before he closed, and waited until he disappeared back up the deck. The struggled concern on his face played in her mind. It was a little haunting. She slipped out of the cage, and placed a nearby piece of wood to keep the door from shutting. She tiptoed through the darkness until she saw moonlight shining from above. She gulped down as she started breathing a little harder while slowly taking quiet steps up the stairs. As she got to the deck she peered around see an entire crew of men looking towards the island on the horizon. The rugged blond was no where to be seen. The singing was much louder on the deck, and it seemed to have a sort of mesmerizing affect on the men. A large shadow flew past her, and she looked up for a source. She could make out wings, but the height of the creature made it practically indistinguishable to her. The rear of the deck was filled with various barrels that she could safely assume were from the raid. The hair on the back of her neck stood up, and goosebumps covered her skin as the entire scene was a bit chilling.

Meanwhile above on the crow's nest was a growling Stone. He could clearly hear the siren's song. The enchanting music, and soul piercing singing. He was growing weaker, and he growling loudly at the feathered beauties that flew past him trying to strike at him with their talons as they continued their song. The sirens were covered in shimmering sleek navy colored feathers starting from their hocks to the tops of their massive wings who bore finger like sharp claws. Their feet was the of eagles bearing sharp blade like talons of fatal proportions. The underside of their wings was covered in emerald colored feathers just as sleek as the navy colored ones. Their large peacock like tails were navy and emerald with crimson spots on the end of each feather. Their emerald locks blew in the wind as they swooped down to attack the rugged blond. He let out an ear piercing howl causing the sirens to screech with anger as they dove at him. His only escape was to jump from the crow's nest. He held the rope, and swung down away from the flying beauties. He let go of the rope when he swung around a couple of times landing with a loud crash as he shook his head. The sirens would win his over soon, and their was nothing he could do about it. He put his hand to his forehead as he tried to steady himself from swaying side to side.
"Stone! What is going on?!"
"What the hell are you doin' 'ere?" She saw exhaustion written all over his face, but he made his way to her. He ushered her away, and she struggled a bit wanting to stay. He brought her to his quarters, and pushed her past the door.
"Stay,"
"Sto-"
"Listen...The sirens. Those are sirens. They sing, and they lure sailors, and they kill 'em and eat 'em. I didn' think siren islands were out 'ere. Fucking bird bitches." He ran his hands through his hair, and he looked at her needing her word that she would stay in the safety of his quarters. To this she could only nod to him because the words coming out of his mouth sounded a little like a drunk's story. It didn't really seem possible, but the men looked like they were under some sort of enchantment.
"What about you?"
"Those fuckers are goin' crash this ship into the rocks. Imma stop 'em, but you stay here." He shut the door in front of her as he walked away. He hadn't a clue what he was going to do. He was on the verge of succumbing to the feathered huntresses's mesmerizing song. He dragged his feet towards their hulking navigator who steered their ship towards the rocky island. The Captain stood near the railing of the deck as he looked through his worn brass telescope.
"Man the sails! We need to git to thar island,"
"Aye!" The most experience of the riggers made their way to the masts following their captain's orders. They were planning on ramming their entire ship to its grave. What was he going to do? There was no way he could take on an entire crew of determined pirates. Not to mention the sirens watched his every move. Their shadows seemed bigger as the flew lower and lower. Meanwhile back in his quarters the busty barmaid's curiosity got the better of her. She was pursing her lips as she looked through his possessions. It was much quainter than she expected him to have. She sat on his bed, something she didn't do in a while. She reached to a shelf against the wall, and pulled out a leather covered book. It looked aged, and well read. She opened to a random page, and saw a small bundle of hand written letters. Her curiosity peeked, she opened a letter to read.

My Dearest Son,
Stone, the pack misses you greatly, and wishes you a safe journey of the seas. We understand your urges of sea life. Many generations of hiding feeds the need to experience freedom. Please do visit I would appreciate seeing my son's face. I know you will not frequent your home, but seeing you once a year would elate me, your father, your sisters and brothers, your pack. Your brother has found interest in a local woman. She's a lovely brunette with, and I must say would make a lovely daughter-in-law! I shan't rush things, but I could imagine being a grandmother. Have you found a lovely woman? Knowing you she probably wouldn't be one of us, but I digress as I wish for your happiness. Many of us haven't crossed the sea anyway, I shouldn't expect you to find someone like that. Write back please,
~With Love, From Your Longing Mother~

The letter rose more questions, for her than answers. The letter seemed full of love, but it seemed a little odd to her. The pack? Why wouldn't his mother use family instead? Generations of hiding? Hiding from what exactly? One of them? What were they? Did she mean their race was hiding from oppression? The letter just didn't make all the sense she wished that it did. She folded the letter back, and picked up another one to see, if it made a little more sense.

Big Brother Stone,
Come back soon please! I haven't seen you in a year, and I wanna see your stupid face! I miss you, and you're missing so much! You miss birthdays, and celebrations, and pack runnings! When you run, do you feel alone? I know I would, how do you do it? You're so strong big brother. Did you know Orion got engaged? They're planning a wedding! A lunar wedding! Ohh it's going to be beautiful! Why haven't you found a nice lady? I wanna being in your wedding too! I'm growing up too you know, and it makes me sad that I barely see you. Thank you, for the necklace! I knew you wouldn't forget me though, and that makes me a little happier.
~Love Ya', From Your Sister Ember~

The second letter made her smile a tiny bit. It was lighthearted, and it informed her on a few things. He had a very loving family, who missed him very much. It looked to her that he and his younger sister had been quite close. She placed the letter back in the book before closing it, and putting it back on the shelf behind her. She wondered whether he ever went back to the family he left behind. She looked to his desk, and saw paper with scribbling on it. It looked unfinished from her view, and maybe it was a reply to a letter he may have received. She laid back on his bed staring at the ceiling wondering what was happening outside.

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The ship was still sailing fast towards the rocky shore of the siren's island. The remnants of past ships, and bones of unfortunate sailors were scattered across the death laden rocks. On the mast of the ship was a thick rope wrapped and tied around it that lead out past the railing, and down sweeping the dark salty waters of the sea. The quartermaster couldn't convince the pirates to give up their excursion to their deaths, and he couldn't take an entire crew of determined pirates single handedly. The best possible solution he could find was to jump off board. He swam alongside the ship trying to figure out the best strategy to combat the feathered huntresses. Under the frigid water their song could not penetrate clearly. He bought himself time to think, but he was useless in the water. There wasn't much he could achieve swimming. As he swam kicking his feet, and pushing the water out in front of him he felt something shoot out underneath him. He saw a spear fly away from him, and he stopped moving. He turned around to see various dark shadowy figures under the waves speedily gliding towards him. He wanted to watch them to meet them, but his screaming lungs didn't allow it. He rushed to the surface to gulp down much needed air. He wiped the water from his face, and dove back down under only to meet a hair flowing, scale shimmering, spear wielding sea woman.
"Mrrrrmmmaid," He uttered as bubbles escaped his mouth. He was face to face with a mermaid. Her honey brown mane flowed in the water, her skin was a pale blue, and at her hips began the metallic scales of her long fishesque tail. She bore yellow continuous markings throughout her body from her tails to her bare breasts to the fins from her ribs and forearm to the translucent fleshy skirt that flowed from her waist. Her ears were points, but her face was of remarkable beauty. Around her neck was a golden pendant. She pointed the spear at him wearing an aggressive look as if wanting him to explain. He tried to utter words to her, but he wasn't a creature of the sea. He couldn't communicate to the breathtaking woman. He pointed to the surface of the water, and swam up explain to the group of sea women.
"Sirens!" He shouted a little too enthusiastically. He couldn't keep his eyes off of the mermaid. He had heard stories, and he didn't doubt a single one. He knew what he was, and the possibility of mermaids scouring beneath the waters excited one. He had a desire to meet one in person, but he thought it was just wishful thinking.
"Of course, this is siren territory. What are you doing here?" Her voice was feminine, yet strong and harsh giving her of an accent.
"My ship. They're luring the crew,"
"I can see that we are not blind, but what are you doing here? Sailors are enchanted by the siren's song." There was a somewhat simple explanation. He glanced back to the ship before turning back to the mermaid. He closed his eyes, and took a deep breath before open them back. This time they were the amber of his wolf.
"I'm a wolf I'm used to resisting urges. Still the songs wears on me, and I can only resist so long."
"Wolf? I never heard of wolf, what is wolf?"
"Selkies have a human guise. Wolves have a human guise."
"Land selkie? What does wolf look like?" Her tone sounded very intrigued by the phenomenon of wolves. She was familiar with selkies as they too were sea creatures, but wolves she never heard of such creatures. He proceed to explain to her what a wolf was. A large canine with a thick double coat, well furred erect ears, long legs, giant paws, bushy tail, broad snout, and his piercing howl. Her faced softened at the imagery.
"That howl was you?" He nodded to her as he glanced back towards the ship knowing that the sirens were closer to getting their meal.
"Wolf sounds nice. Look Wolf, we hunt sirens. Sirens and mermaids are natural enemies, we will help you. We were out, for siren hunt anyway. They recently attack us. Eye for eye, no?" The rugged blond nodded. He watched as the mermaids dove back into the dark water, and he followed behind them from above. They were very well suited to the waters as they sped off with spears in hand. He couldn't help, but feel lucky about the entire situation. He didn't even know that sirens and mermaids had some sort of feud, but it was something he wouldn't forget. He looked over towards the island that was home to the feathered women. His distance meant that the singing was faint to him, but he wanted to help in someway. He dove into the water, and trailed behind the scaled huntresses. An idea came to mind, but it would mean going back on the ship and risk falling for the enchanted song. Having backup in the waters secured his decision. He reached, for the rope that swept the surface, and gripped tightly as he pulled himself up out of the water. He wrapped the rope around his hands, and used the side of the wooden hull as leverage to climb up. When he jumped over the railing he shook his head hearing the singing of the sirens. He looked around seeing some missing men. Perhaps they were taken by the sharp hunting talons, or maybe they idiotically jumped overboard towards the sharp rocks on the other side of the ship. He made a run towards the anchor to prevent the ship further sailing. In hindsight it really should've been the first thing he did. The struggle to resist their song had scrambled him up enough to impair his quick thinking. Now he had to lower the sirens to the mermaids in order, for them to strike them down. He pulled a strained expression as he ran towards the front of the ship where the crew was crowding around. He yanked those close to falling overboard back, and tossed them to the floor. He brought the rope he originally tied to the mast, and took a deep breath as he now tied it to the meeting point of the ship and bowsprit. He gritted his teeth as griped the rope tightly, and letting himself swing away over the water. Here was dangling over the water with sirens in the air, and the possibility of being picked up by talons was a real one. As he swung back to the ship he hit it harder than he expected, and let out a grunt of pain. He threw his head back to let out a howl remembering how the feathered huntresses reacted the first time. As he interrupted their song with his own calling he heard them screech that echoed around them. They all dove towards him, and he kicked himself away from the hull only to have a spear fly past him, and hit the thigh of a nearby siren. She screeched in pain as her massive wings flew her away while her blood split into the water.
"Wolf! Great idea," The mermaid he spoke to shouted at him from the water. He turned around to to the sound of flapping wings, and talons extended out towards him. He pulled his lips back as he let out a snarl that showed a more wolfish expression. It didn't deter the siren, and he resorted to drawing his sword resulting with him hanging on with a single hand. His blade sliced through the air, but the winged woman stayed at a distance to avoid injury. They took turns striking at each other the siren attacking with her eagle like talons trying to disembowel the defending pirate who tried to wound the woman. She managed to knock his blade out of his hand dropping it into the water. She charged at him, and in instinct he swung his legs over, and landed on her feathered back. He bit down on her wing, and buried his sharp teeth through the feathers, and into the flesh. She screeched in pain, and they fell towards the water making a large splash as they wrestled underneath the waves. Her fellow sirens took notice of their flock mate's imminent death as she was at the merciless hands of mermaids. The ship was no longer of importance, if the mermaids were out hunting them. They would have to follow up with aggressive means. They flew circles above the water before flapping heir massive wings over the surface, and used their talons to grip at the nearest thing they saw. They knew what a danger zone this was, but as was for mermaids. One wrong move, and the sharp talons would slice through their slick skin and scales. The water became red, and they someone was bleeding out into the waters. It could've been a mermaid, the pirate, or their flock-mate. It was sure to call the sharks soon enough. A spear flew threw their cicle hitting one in the wing. She was quickly grabbed by another, but meant two of the flock could not defend. They were ordered by the leader huntress to fly back towards the island while the rest would stay for blood.

As the siren flew her flock-mate away from the action a disembodied howl stopped them. They screeched together, but the she dropped the injured woman to the water. She dove after her in an attempt to save her from a water grave. She folded her wings back as she hit the water, and looked around. She spotted the injured flock-mate, and swam towards her, but soon saw a spear pierce her abdomen. She was a goner. She had to save herself, but being in mermaid turf she was dragged down into the deep depths of the sea gasping for air she'd never get. The remaining sirens saw their foolish flock-mate dive towards the water. Unbeknownst to them the pirates were no longer enchanted as there was no longer singing. They heard gunshots fire, and blood was split into the sea. Several of them were hit, and two took a fatal tumble into the water. They screeched in unison agree that it was no longer worth it. They would surely end up in the water between the hunting mermaids, that obnoxious wolf and the firing pirates they decided to retreat. To hunt another day. As gunshots still fired in their directions they were quick to fly up and away back towards the island.

The rugged blond resurfaced with only minor cuts and scrapes, but wore a smug look of victory. He was sure this confrontation would end up in death, but with a turn of luck and some gorgeous mermaids they managed to survive the attack. His captain on deck saw his soaked quartermaster bobbing in the waters, and wished he could remember the ordeal. He remembered rum, and then he saw sirens. He watched as woman surfaced in front of the quartermaster. He saw the scaled tail, and instantly knew that mermaids were in the area. He shouted to the men to observed the scene below. He watched as his quartermaster exchanged words with the watery beauty, and then his heart practically skipped a beat. A flood of memories hit him like a brick, and he knew he had an important question to ask. He had the impulse to dive right in, but the large hulking navigator caught him in time.
"Captain, are you sure you want to do that?"
"Gideon,"
"It's been many years since,"
"Many years, and Kairi still holds my heart." The captain loosened himself from the naviagtor's grip, and stared down at the water. He had to know he had to find out. If there was a chance that he could find his past lover at the very least see her again then it would be some comfort. She left him decades ago to return to the sea, and he'd be yearning for her ever since. She meant the world to him, but he came to terms with the possibility of her building a life without him. She probably found someone new, she probably married, and she probably had children leaving him in memories.
"Mermaid!! Where be the Selkies?!" He shouted down to the water wanting a response. He remembered Karia telling him stories of mermaids and selkies. The two were allies, and would often swim the seas together. Stone and the mermaid looked up at the shouting captain before exchanging looks.
"What does it matter to him where selkies are to be found?"
"He had a special selkie in his life,"
"Selkies worse than mermaids. Always finding humans to involve themselves with. Mermaids have more restraint," The rugged blond wiggled his eyebrows full of suggestion.
"But you are wolf, I would like to experience wolf," This caused the rugged blond to chuckle as he smirked to her.
"I always wondered how mermaids got down,"
"How do wolf get down?" He leaned over to the tailed woman, and whispered in her ear. When he pulled away the woman put her hand to her mouth with surprised eyes. She giggled a bit at his words.
"Oh my, wolf you are too much. I tell you were selkies are,"
"I'm a waterlogged wolf maybe wolf can experience mermaid one day. I'm up to go down with you,"
"Oh wolf, stop I might not stop myself." He grinned as he eyed her up and down lingering on her breasts. He ran his hand through his hair watching her.
"Wolf, you are funny. There's main selkie colony southeast of here. If you hit mainland you've gone too far. Bar-ba-dos. That is place, yes?" He nodded to the tailed woman who continued to explain to him where a major selkie colony was.
"There is island near Barbados, you will find selkies there." The rugged blond nodded to her, and he was that they were heading to Barbados now. He wondered, if they were going to plunder anybody on their way? If they did, would they even head to a port? They were probably in, for the long trip to find the selkies.
"Thanks, my captain will appreciate it." The mermaid leaned over to kiss the man on his cheek before she left.
"Wolf, we will meet again. Until then," She dove into the water leaving him to float next to the ship with the anticipation of seeing the scaly tailed woman again. He grinned back up towards the ship as they tossed him a rope to climb back aboard. As he climbed up the side of the hull he remembered that Helena was in her quarters, or at least should've been in his quarters. As stubborn as she was he could picture her somewhere on the ship. He jumped over the railing, and stood on the deck dripping water. He was absolutely soaked to the bone, and could only chuckle about the entire night. Only the most outlandish things happened to him, but they survived a siren attack and that alone kept him grinning well the mermaids too.
"Oi, the salty wolf meets a mermaid,"
"That I do Gideon, that I do. Lovely beaut,"
"Saw that,"
"Enough rambling, where be the selkies?" The long haired captain asked eagerly. Everyone could sense the excitement in his voice. It was the first clue he had gotten in ages, but it was one he could believe without doubt. Still despite the hope he held out there was always the chance that she wouldn't be there.
"There's a island off the coast of Barbados, a colony lives there,"
"Gideon, to Barbados,"
"Aye Captain!" The large navigator took a couple of men with him to bring in the anchor, and ordered others to adjust the sails to an appropriate direction as he went of to the wheel. The aged captain put his arm around the rugged blond's shoulders as they walked away from the crowd.
"Stone, it seems that you be the only to knows the truth. What happened this night?"
"Captain, it's been quite a night. The sirens enchanted you guys, being the I was the only one left I heroically dove in the waters,"
"Oi! You abandoned ship?!"
"...Yes, in my defense I was soon to be enchanted. Hitting the waters cleared my up. The mermaids were here on a siren hunt, and it didn't take much to convince them to help. Did you know sirens and mermaids were enemies?"
"Nay,"
"So I climbed back aboard seeing how I left a rope to CLIMB back aboard. I didn't abandon ship. I jumped off the bowsprit again more rope, and fought one bringing it in the water. They wanted vengeance, and the mermaids struck. They stopped singing, you guys shot 'em, we're going to Barbados." The captain could only look at him is disbelief despite knowing that it probably was what actually happened. He patted his quartermaster on the back as he shook his head.
"Get some rest son, we'll be sailing in the night before stopping. We continue in the day,"
"Captain, we won' be stoppin' will we?"
"Nay son, nay." The rugged blond nodded as he drug his wet boots across the deck. He wished he had taken them off before plunging into the water. The many things he wished he did before jumping, and now he had to deal with the wet consequences. His feet squished in the wet boots making an audible noise every step he took. He reached his quarters only to turn the knob, and see a sound asleep Helena on his bed. She was curled up on his pillow as she snored lightly. After the night he had he wasn't going to sleep on the floor, and he wasn't going to carry her to the cage. He yawned as he stripped his wet clothing off. He hung his vest on a hook behind the door, stretched his shirt across the back of his chair, kicked his boots off to the side, and laid his pants across a barrel letting the pant legs hang. He stretched his arms up, and his back out before climbing over the sleeping woman to plop himself behind her. He wrapped an arm around her waist, and buried his face her hair yawning one last time as he shut his eyes for the night.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Thu Apr 17, 2014 3:41 pm

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The blonde busty barmaid sat on the wooden chair while she read a large leather covered book on the desk. She was still in the quarters of the quartermaster, but the rugged blond himself was nowhere to be seen. He had managed to quietly sneak out of the room without her knowing that morning, and when she woke breakfast was severed on a platter on the desk. She shrugged it off assuming that he had gone off to do whatever duties he was given on board. She didn't concern herself too much with his whereabouts as her change of scenery took up most of her time. She was delighted that there various things to explore in this room, and a shelf of books to read. She didn't feel, so captured like she was in the cage below deck. There was more light shining through these windows, and she had furniture to take advantage of. She could heard the voices of busy pirates behind the door, and if this was her new room she might get used to it. She would have frequent amazing lays, books to read, regular meals, she didn't have to work, and if they let her outside when she pleased with enjoyable conversation, life at see wouldn't have been too bad. Still she was captured, and the thought of forever being a pirate's wench at see didn't sit with her well. She wanted a life on land. She wanted a family, a house, animals. She thought she wanted those things. Did she really want those things? What would happen she escaped? She would need to find someplace to stay, a job to earn money, maybe she might meet someone then what? Spend the rest of her life as a house wife? Things made a lot more sense when she wasn't kidnapped. How did these pirates scramble her up so much? She scoffed as she looked down at the book irritated with her own thoughts.

Her eyes followed the words as he cocked her head to the side.
"They guy sure reads strangest things," She mumbled under her breath. She picked up the same book from last night that held the letters from his family, and she decided to give it a read. The first couple of pages had her scratching her head. She knew that the book was rather old, and the handwriting was nowhere being fresh it was the the words themselves. The book was odd. Wolves among men? Actual people who could morph into wolves? What kind of nonsense what he reading? Some of the parts that seriously had her questioning why she continued on reading was the rarity that pure wolves were. In fact it claimed that they were a dying race. That their mating with humans was the cause of their demise. The many half breeds were being caught, and killed because they couldn't resist the wolf. They had been found out, and the humans were scared of what they were. There were wolf hunts, and they had to go in hiding. The book seemed like some sort of fantasy pretending to be real, and it was a little laughable. Maybe Stone had an unusual form of humor. It surprised her a little bit that he was the kind of person who would read. He was just so rugged and rough. He looked like he wouldn't read at all. He didn't look like he had such a caring family either. He really made her wonder and question. She wanted to know more about the man that played in her pants. She had a right to know didn't she? She was in his room, she had to dig around.

With her mind made up she pushed away from the desk, and stood to her feet. There had to be something in his room that told her more about him. She walked to the bed, and began flipping through things. Shaking the blanket, looking under pillows, slipping her hand through the sides, but there was nothing. She flipped her hair back as her eyes laid on a trunk. THAT has to have something. She thought as she made her way to it, and knelt on the floor in front of it. She flipped the unlocked latch, flung the top open, and began digging away. There was clothing, and pieces of gold jewelry, sheathed daggers and cutlasses, unloaded pistols. Nothing that was out of the ordinary. They looked like things that a typical pirate would own. There was nothing that would tell her about the man. She slammed the trunk shut as she crossed her arms in frustration. She grumbled to herself as she got up from the floor. Maybe she was just being stubborn. He was probably just some typical person who happened to be a pirate. She was just to know more seeing as he was the only person he kept her company. He didn't even stay, for long. He got what he wanted, and a few words just happened to be exchanged. She didn't know anymore. Maybe she wanted real conversation with someone, and she just happened to take a liking to him not that she had that much of a choice in the matter seeing he was chasing off anybody else at least that is what it looked like to her. She sighed maybe she was being a little obsessive about him, but she wanted a real conversation with him which he just wasn't giving her. It was frustrating to her. Maybe she couldn't get used to it. She rose off of the floor as she made her way back to the desk only to hear some shouting on the deck and footsteps approaching the door. She watched as the door swung open, and saw the unruly haired man from the tavern when they first met.
"You!" She smiled enthusiastically. If he went to the tavern with Stone she was sure that he knew something about the man who looked a little dumbfounded. He was confused. Wasn't this woman suppose to be below deck in the cage? What was she doing in the quarters of the rugged blond.
"You hang out with Stone right?"
"Aye,"
"Tell me about him,"
"Aye, but what are you doing here?"
"Stone likes me," The boatswain gave her a look of doubt, but he didn't bother to question it. She was locked up, so there was no way she could've escaped. Even if she did where was she going to go? He supposed that the quartermaster  brought her up, but that would mean she wasn't everyone's wench. If she wasn't going to be the crew's wench she was just another woman, and that was looked down upon on board. If Stone was going to take her as his woman than he had best leave her on land. Was he being greedy? Perhaps a pirate always was whether it be jewels, or women.
"What do you wish to know about him?"
"What do you know about him?"
"He's been aboard, for some years. Started as a stowaway on a plundered ship, and the captain saw the way he fought only to ask him to be a part of the crew. Started as a swabbie worked his way up to quartermaster. Damn good one he keeps the men in check." The busty blonde looked to her feet as she processed the information in her head. She wasn't sure what she wanted to hear. She didn't even know what she wanted to find out about him.
"Hmm, do you know anything else about him?"
"If you two are involved in something more then I shouldn't be sticking my nose where it doesn't belong." The young boatswain chuckled as he put his hands in the air. There was no way he was getting involved in Stone's personal life. He never know the rugged blond to be a one woman type of man, but if that was the case here who was he to interfere? Still there were so many things wrong with the idea to him. He was sure this woman didn't know Stone's true identity, and if the men found out he greedily took what he promised them. The was a disaster waiting to happen. He walked past her as he started towards the trunk, but all he heard was a scoff.
"ME and HIM? Involved? You are surely mistaken,"
"Then you are not his woman?"
"Of course not! Never."
"You are free to do your duties then?"
"Duties?" The unruly haired young man placed the item took out of the trunk on the desk as he walked behind the woman. He pressed his body into her back as he rested his chin on her shoulder as his hands ran up the front of her thighs. She tensed as she narrowed her eyes wearing a frown while looking down. She calmed her breathing as she shook her head.
"We are not involved, but I'll be damned if I let you touch me like that. If I did not let that other man touch me, what makes you any different?"
"I'm guessin' that other ain' Stone," The boatswain chuckled as he backed away from he picking up the object from the desk as he walked back to the door.
"Look honey, if you got the hots fer Stone fine, but unless your his you got duties on this ship n' when word gets round you ain' doin' 'em good luck." Helena watched as the man walked out as her face twisted. Good luck? She walked back to the bed as she sat down putting her elbows to her knee and forehead to her hands. She had to have figured that the situation would've come up. She couldn't threaten these pirates every time they came around to take her. Stone wasn't going to be around to scare them away, and the that one time he wasn't around they would strike. The thought of someone else take her made her flinch. It still boggled her mind how the rugged blond acted with her. She absolutely believed him when he said he taken women by force, but he made a true effort to satisfy her. Why was she different? She couldn't figure it out. She sighed as she figured that she would just have to be up front about it. She would have to ask him, if she wanted her answer that badly.
"Then so be it," She looked at the door knowing that when he came back, for the night she would have to ask him. She needed to know why? Surely he didn't see anything else in her than lust. She would've known if there was anything beyond that intention. There was effort in the lust, but not effort in anything else. Not that it mattered she saw nothing, but a pretty looking walking phallus who got hard whenever it got near her. She laughed at the very thought of the imagery. Still she knew what she was to do that night.

That evening at the dining hall below deck where the crew was getting rambunctious and rowdy. Music was was being played, but the talented musicians who played instruments while shanties were sang by the drunken pirates. The room was full of boisterous laughter and merry making. The pirates were having a good evening, and there wasn't much that could interrupt them.  In the center of the room was a table that sat the captain, and all the other higher ranking members of the crew. Except for the quartermaster who was headed towards the stairs with a platter filled with food. There was fresh chicken, sea biscuits, rice and beans, and a bottle of port to wash it all down. As he was leaving the festivities behind he felt a hand on his shoulder. He sighed as he saw the unruly haired boatswain. He had been wanted to speak with the rugged blond ever since the incident earlier he had with the barmaid. There were a couple of things that didn't sit right with he
"Where ye' be goin'?"
"Early night,"
"There is a woman in your quarters, do you claim 'er?"
"She be a wench, why would I claim a wench?"
"Then why does she refuse to perform her duties?"
"How would you know this? Unless you went into MY quarters, and attempted to take her."
"Aye,"
"Well she is rather saucy," The rugged blond looked smug as he chuckled a bit. There was no way she would put up with anybody else on board. She would fight, if she had to knowing that she would be overpowered easily.
"Are you actin' in greed? You of all people should know better,"
"Yes, I'm growing rather fond of having my personal wench. If you spread the word around, I will not be pleased, and results might be messy."
"Stone,"
"Francis, you are like a brother to me do not make this difficult." He reached out, and patted the boatswain's shoulder before turning around and headed up the stairs. The unruly hairs man stood in shock and awe. He was asked to turn the other cheek, and he got threatened by the man he looked up to. There were so many things wrong in that conversation, and he couldn't but feel a bit betrayed. He wasn't sure, if he wanted to speak to Stone again, or if he just had to clear his head and think. He was claiming that he wasn't claiming her, but he admitted that she was to be his wench. If she was his, then she was his, but women were not allowed on board. Some of the crew had wives on shore, and that was fine they just weren't allowed on board. If she was to be a wench for the crew then that was the role she had, and she had duties to fulfill. It all confused him. Stone was breaking the rule, but he was the one to enforce them in the first place

As the rugged blond approached the door to his quarters he glanced around to check out his surroundings. It was a calm night other than the festivities below deck. It might've been a little less than two weeks when they reached their destination. He had an odd feeling in the pit of his stomach. Something was wrong. Maybe it was of what he said to Francis. Still he couldn't have that sort of thing going around. He knew the punishment, for greed and theft. He was basically stealing the wench from everyone on this ship. He himself said the very first day of her arrival that the wench was for all. He was not taking his words back, and keeping her for himself. Maybe it was the fact that he was breaking rules that egged him on. Maybe it was because she showed no fear, and even dared to strike him and shout at him. She clearly demanded that he show her respect. She would play no games with him. If he was going to use her then he would have to respect her. She was no nonsense. It made him smile. She did not want to be pushed around, and oddly enough he decided that it was a fair share that he was willing to compromise on. He shook his head as he opened to the door to see that Helena was sitting at the desk reading an old book. He glanced at the bookshelf noting what book she had pulled out. His book from home the one that contained his personal letters. He pulled a face as he placed the platter on the desk pulling the book away from her and shutting it.
"HEY! I was in the middle of reading that. You have no right to take it away seeing that she left me all day in here."
"I brought you supper," The barmaid was a little taken aback with him as he just ignored everything she said. She watched him out the book back to the shelf.
"What's the big deal with the book? Is it because of those letters? I only read a few of them," This caused an irritated look to grow on his face. He never let anyone read those letters, and here she was just looking through his things like nothing.
"And what did you find out?"
"Your sister misses you a lot. You two had to have been very close. Also that book is weird. I never thought of you as the reading type, but you really like stories don't you?" He cocked his head to the side. Was that all she read? Maybe she didn't read enough of the letters to find out what he really was. It surprised him that she thought his book was just some story book with made of things.
"Don't touch that book...It's old and passed down. I'd be upset, if it were to get ruined." She studied his face. It was like she was trying to hide something to her. It all seemed rather suspicious to her. Maybe next time she wouldn't let him catch her reading it. She nodded before remembering she wanted to ask him something.
"Hey, why am I different?" He looked at her with a look that said he had no idea what she was talking about, and she was sure he didn't have a clue what she was talking about.
"You took me, said I was a free for all, and now you're keeping me for yourself. Why? You can't possibly see anything, but sin in this? Why all the effort?"
"Because I like the taste of cunt," He walked past her to lie down in his bed as he laced his hands behind his head only to let out a sigh. He felt a weight on him, and opened his eyes to see the woman straddling him with her hands on his chest as she wore an angry look on her face.
"What did I say about your vulgar language around me?" A small smile found its way across his lips as he looked up at her as he shrugged. He closed his eyes as he felt her eyes burning holes into him.
"Do you speak to your mother with that language? I bet you'd hate it, if someone spoke to Ember like that,"
"That's different,"
"No it really isn't. You're not there to protect Ember, any man could go and speak vulgarities to her. Orion is married isn't he? He's too busy with his wife to look after Ember, and your father is probably working all day. No one is around to look after Ember." He pulled his hands out from behind his head as he furrowed his eyebrows at her with a scowl. He didn't like what she had to say about his sister.
"What are you sayin'?" He motioned his hands at her as he glared up at her. She could feel the change in his tone. He didn't like that way she was talking, but she didn't care.
"I'm saying that maybe you're a little selfish, for thinking of yourself."
"You don't have a goddamn clue. I taught Ember everything I know about being a wol-Ember can take care of herself. She would never let anyone disrespect her, and walk all over her."
"A what?"
"You ain' even listenin' why am I bothering to talk to you?" He had caught himself before he finished the word. He just needed to shift the direction fo the conversation. Before he could push her off of him she forced him back down with her hands as she leaned in closer to him with narrowed eyes.
"Maybe she can take care of herself, but you're still selfish! She misses you dearly, and here you are in the middle of the sea doing what? When was the last time you even visited her? When was the last time you went back home?"
"When was the last time you went back home? I'm sure your parents would be absolutely fucking chipper to find out your marriage failed. They'd say you couldn't do your wifely duties, and that's why he needed mistresses." Her eyes went wide at his comment. He could see the rage forming across her face, and he expected her to give him another good slap across his cheeks.
"You're so insensitive! You're a selfish arrogant jerk! How dare you say I wasn't a good wife! I was a good wife! I was a damn good wife! I even got a job to help support us, and he thought with his little head! I cooked and cleaned, and satisfied him an-"
"Obviously not enough,"
"If I can't satisfy a man, then why am I here?" She raised her eyebrows at him. She knew she had him there. She watched as he glared at her before pushing her off of him, and getting up from the bed. She narrowed her eyes at him waiting for his response. Instead he started undressing removing his vest to hang it behind the door, and slipped of his shirt which he hung next to it.
"Can't think of a comeback?" He still didn't give her a response as he kicked off his boots, and placed them against the wall as he slipped into the chair at the desk. He pulled out the drawer with the scribbled on letter that she had seen earlier, and pulled out a small bottle of ink and feather.
"Don't ignore me,"
"Helena, you're food is getting cold. I suggest that you eat it," He promptly told her which only irritated her.
"Fine," She slyly smiled as she got up from the bed, and walked past him. She glanced back at him before rushing out of the door slamming it shut causing him to look from the desk. He scowled as he cursed her under his breath. He pulled a face of annoyance as he got up, and left the room to go after her. She wasn't suppose to be roaming the deck, and she was just lucky that the rest of the crew were still in the dining hall. He saw her over by the foremast staring up at the night sky. He sighed as he made his way over to her, and only when he got near she exclaimed.
"Is this what you get to see every night?"
"No, I sleep," He reached out to her to try, and grab her arm but she pulled away at the last minute making him irate.
"What a waste, the view is practically magical. You keep me locked away, and I'm so sick and tired of it. You don't let me out. Haven't you ever felt the need to be free? You're a pirate aren't you? I'm sure you get the rush of wide open waters, and you're not stranded to one place. Why do you force me indoors when you get to roam as you please. It's not right," He watched her as the starlight shone down on her outlook, and it tugged at him. Of course he knew the need to be free. He was never free. He couldn't just be a wolf when he pleased. He was hiding himself all the time, and the need to feel his paws in the sand, the need to wet his thick fur, and to sniff every scent. Not even on this ship could he be as free as he wanted to be when everyone knew what he was. He left land, for the sea to experience the freedom of going where he pleases. Did he managed to forget that? The very reason he became a pirate to be free.
"It's,"
"Don't give me excuses. I'm just as alive as you. We're both people, and we both have the urge to experience such beautiful things. You know back in my hometown they're was a tradition of wolf baiting, and I think to myself how awful that was. They confined an animal to a chain while they sent a pack of dogs after the poor thing. The wolves always had to will to live. They were so much more skilled than the dogs, and many dogs were lost because they thought confining the wolf to death was entertaining. You're confining me to my death on this ship, I want to be free like those wolves should've been." Her words moved him. He was witness to the acts of cruelty before, and he saw the fear in their eyes. It was the will to live that kept them fighting. They never gave up, and it crushed him to see the animal chained up. It was like looking in a mirror. He was a wolf, and he knew exactly how it felt. His people were hunted too. The wolves were considered a varmint they were hunted and tortured like many generations of his kind. He gave her a serious look that she couldn't distinguish. She cocked her head to side trying to figure out what he was thinking. He scooped her up, and pinned her against the foremast only to press him lips against her's. He had kissed her in a way he didn't before. He wasn't aggressive like he could've been, instead she felt more passion in his lips. She wrapped her arms around his back tightly as he acted out of passion. She didn't know why, but she guessed that her little rant got to him somehow. She just wondered what it meant, for her now? He pulled away with, and she looked into his eyes seeing a little twinkle that she hadn't seen before.
"Stone?" She asked as he looked at her with delight like there was something so elated within him.
"Shh," He hushed at her turning his back to her, and asking her to grab tight. She was unsure where he was going with this, but she tightly wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He began climbing the  mesh nest that traveled up the mast to the crow's nest. She looked around as they got higher, and higher up the mast. Her heart raced a million miles an hour. She wasn't used to heights, and being up that high made her nervous. It soon payed off when they were in the crow's nest, and she could see out in the dark horizon nothing, but sparkling sea water glimmering like gems. The scene took away her breath as she looked in awe of the beauty of a night sea. She felt a hot body press to her back as strong firm hands sat at her hips.
"Watching sunsets up here must be magical." She felt his warm full lips kiss below her ear softly and gently. She would've let her head fall back, but the scene captured her attention. His burning breathing shrouded her skin as she looked out to the sea. It was mesmerizing. She could've been watching this scene all along, if she was locked away.
"You've taken this scene, for granted for far too long haven't you?" She asked knowing the answer already. She felt his lips touch her earlobe before warm whispers entered her ear. She listened to him as a smile crept across her lips to his words. She glanced over her shoulder nodding to him smiling to his words. She rested her cheek on her shoulder as she leaned into him watching the see in content knowing things were going to be turning around.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Mon Apr 21, 2014 4:01 pm

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Over the course of a week and a half the busty blonde barmaid grew eager and joyed. The rugged quartermaster was sneaking her out onto the deck practically every night that permitted it. He took her out to watch the water and stars. He'd point out the constellations in the night sky, and they'd talk for hours on end. He'd tell her stories of his life at sea, and she'd soak up every word he told her. He'd tell her how he first met the captain, or some of his toughest raids he'd been on. Sometimes he'd tell her the great treasures they he'd come across on ships. She became enamored with his stories and voice expecting to hear them every night before experiencing euphoria blissfully with him. She hated to admit it, but her heart would twang every time she saw him. She was growing attached to him, and the thought made her scrunch her nose as she smiled. The sneaking around didn't help either it made her feel like they were doing something taboo. Something exotic and wrong, and she loved every minute of it. They were almost even caught a few times, but Stone was quick witted enough to make them go away. It made her giddy when he did. He'd hide her in his arms as he spoke like he wasn't just kissing her, and she'd try her hardest not to make a noise.

Today was the day that they arrived to find the selkies in the small archipelago around Barbados. The hot bright noon sun hung high in the azul sky as the crew was at work while the captain and navigator stood by the wheel as they spoke about the end of the mission to find the selkie who went by the name of Kairi. Captain Nicholas was anxious as he looked out to the shimmering blue sea. They were only an hour away from Barbados, and the selkie colony had to have been nearby. He was nervous like his heart could burst out of his chest any minutes. The thought of see his old lover filled him with many emotions. He tried to keep his hopes down, and not get overtly excited knowing that she could've moved on long ago. Imaging her in his arms was all too pleasant, but he knew better. She left back to the sea, and the sea held many treasures that she could easily find.
"Gideon, how far?"
"Captain, as far as we know we be on the wrong side of Barbados,"
"Aye," It was true. Sure the tropical island of Barbados was close by, but the selkie colony might've been off of this coast. It could've been on the other coast of the island as well. They just knew that it was off the coast of Barbados, and they had to search for it. The aged captain pulled out his brass telescope, and peered through as he examined the waters. He clearly saw out on the horizon was the country of Barbados, and he saw a small little point off to the east of the island. Was that the colony? It could've been.
"Gideon, I see something east,"
"Aye Captain," The large man nodded as he began to spin the wheel. He began to think about the entire situation. How were they even begin asking selkies? It was absurd. He glanced over to his captain, and could only sigh softly to himself. It wasn't that the trip was irrational it was simply an unclear plan. He knew that his captain was far beyond determined to find this selkie woman that it might've rushed him into to things. The impulse clouded his thinking a tad bit. They couldn't just land, and then ask. No he knew that the selkies would run and hide when they saw them. He just wasn't sure what the man was thinking at this moment. The one thing that he found certain was that the captain could only think about his old lover. He knew that there was never a falling out between them just that she was there, and then the next day she wasn't. She was gone for good, and he never saw her again. He was completely invested in her, and it crushed him to realize that she was not coming back. It might've happened long before he joined the crew, but his closeness with his captain meant that he knew many of his secrets. He was valued in his captain's eyes and a dear friend whose known him for years.
"Captain, have ye' figured out what will be the course of action? Selkies be timid are they not?"
"Aye," Nicholas already knew of the concerns that Gideon had. Their friendship had lasted through the years. They've endured raids, storms, other pirates, bounty hunters and the government. He could sense his friend's concern for him even when he showed no signs of it. They knew each other just a little too well. He had to admit it though that his friend had a point. Actually speaking to the selkies hadn't really crossed his mind. He couldn't just stomp around, and expect to find this woman. Not to mention that the mermaid claimed this to be a major colony, and there could've been hundreds if not thousands of selkies. Maybe he wouldn't find her. Maybe it'll take a couple of days to find her. He just knew that he had to make some effort here to find her.
"What'd you suggest?" He asked as they sailed towards the point on the horizon. It was a nice day, and they sailed many miles with the consistent wind. There were a few days they weren't as lucky where the wind didn't pick up, or a storm hit them.
"Stay in the sea n' row out,"
"Not much room on a dinghy,"
"Wouldn' want a whole crew to scare 'em right off,"
"Aye, who will assist?"
"Your damn choice," This caused the aged captain to break out in laughter. He was right. He was asking too many questions that he should've been able to answer himself. He figured that it was anxiousness taking over him. He grabbed onto the railing as he looked out to the point on the horizon. Who would be accompanying him to the shore? Gideon would be a fair companion, but would he want to leave his post? He would do anything, for him he was sure. Stone was a fine choice as well. His wolf prowess would help, if they ran into any sort of trouble which was a bit unlikely. It was a selkie colony, they weren't know for being that vicious and fierce. Still it would help in that sort of situation, if the need were to arise. It was best to have and not need rather than need and not have. He'd leave the boatswain in charge. He was sure that not much would happen when he was away. A few days sitting at sea, they'd have more than enough supplies and he was sure that they'd goof off when he was a way. He glanced back at Gideon with a look that the man was all too familiar with.
"Aye," The captain's lips curved into a smile as he started off in the opposite direction. He had to go inform his quartermaster that he was to take a little trip to the colony. As his boots hit the floor he began thinking. He had been hearing the rugged blond on the deck at night quite frequently lately. He was often not around much like he used to be as well. He had been spending a lot of time in his quarters as well. As he approached the wooden door he decided to have a little listen before walking in. He stood outside the door hearing soft murmuring and girlish giggle. He arched his eyebrow in suspicion.
"Stone," He heard shuffling as he pushed open the door quickly wanting to catch the scene that was going on. As he stood on the doorway he saw Stone and Helena rather ruffled up on the bed. He watched as she ran her fingers through her blonde locks trying to fix herself up as she pursed her lips together.
"Stone, what is the explanation for this?"
"Aye Captain, just the wench," The rugged quartermaster got a look of suspicion from the man to which he nodded as if that was a way to cement his words.
"Why she be 'ere? I've men come to me askin' fer 'er, why is that?"
"I've been rather ravenous,"
"It's been hard keeping it down, eh?" The rugged blond narrowed his eyes knowing exactly what he was referring to. It had been over a week since they last saw land, and he hadn't been getting his release like he typically would. There was a urging animal below, but he was sure he could control it until they made land.
"Aye, but I manage,"
"Of course you do, we're heading out later. You, Gideon 'n me'll row out to the colony. I'll be leaving Kersey in charge, your wench'll be in good hands,"
"Row out? Major colony is it not? We could be days there,"
"You need a stretch, I'll see you soon." The aged captain flashed a small smirk before turning around, and shutting the door behind him. Stone pressed his lips tightly together as he bit down on his tongue. An unwell feeling began aching him in the pit of his stomach. He knew the captain was now suspicious of him. He looked over to see the barmaid with irritated concern written over her face. What was he suppose to say? She heard him, and he really couldn't talk his way out of it unless he wanted to confirm any suspicion.
"Oi, wipe that look off. If he needs me to go, I go,"
"What about me? You said days,"
"I'll talk to Francis,"
"Didn't you threaten him? I'm pretty sure he's less than happy with you,"
"Eh it's been a while, I can convince him otherwise." He stood up from the bed as he stretched up extending his arms and cracking his fingers. He felt her slender arms wrap around his waist as she pressed her cheek into his back. Things had changed drastically since they met. Her speech the other night had gotten to him. Everything she said made sense and it agreed with him. He admitted that it brought them closer just a bit.
"You've spent a week below deck without seeing me before how is this any different?"
"I know how sweet you can be now," He erupted into laughter at her words. Sweet? He was sweet? She was wrong. He wasn't sweet. He wouldn't call himself sweet. He shook his head as she squeezed him tighter.
"Keep dreamin' darlin',"
"What about me though? I don't wanna go back below deck, and I'm not a wench,"
"Let me talk to Francis, and I'll make sure you're taken cared of."
"I guess," He turned around to face her wearing a smirk knowing what'll please her. In fact he knew what could get her to be excite all week, and he won't even have to be there.
"When I get back n' we head to port. How about I take you out? I sell the barrels of sugar, and I take you to the beaches. Barbados is a beaut," He watched as her face lit up, and a smile crossed her lips. He had won her over, and now she would anticipate his return.
"I would love that," He leaned down towards her as he put his hands on her cheeks, and kissed her before he left the room. He saw the excitement as he closed the door to look for the boatswain. It was true they hadn't spoken since the night over a week ago. Damn, he would have to apologize which was something he rarely did. He was usually never sorry about anything. He sighed as he took a quick look around the deck not seeing the unruly haired man. He was somewhere below deck, and he would just have to find him. He headed down the stairs in search of the boatswain, and maybe ten minutes later he had finally located him in one of the storage rooms.
"Francis, I need a word,"
"...Stone?" The boatswain gave him a look of curious cation as he put down what he was doing. He didn't expect this sudden surprise, and was actually still a little torn from their last conversation. It ate at him more than he wanted it to.
"Haven't seen you around in a while,"
"We're to be rowing out," He only received an unimpressed look from the boatswain.
"What I'm sayin' is that the captain, me 'n Gideon will be rowing to the colony,"
"I fail to realize how this concerns me,"
"It occurs to me that during out last conversation."
"You told me to lie, look the other way 'n threatened me if I didn'. Haven' said shit about the treachery, guess you're fuckin' sloppy if they know," The quartermaster could only look at him smugly to mask his shock. There was venom in those words. He could sense how betrayed the boatswain felt. It stung him a bit to hear the apathetic malice of the words he was given from the man. This was a person he had grown rather close to, and had known for several years. This was his brother of the sea who was unwilling to help him, for some empty threats he chose to make.
"I've not come for that. When we last I was filled with rum and hunger for women. I believe you've noticed my absent lately, I was spending much time with...Helena. Over the course of our sail to the colony I've grown rather fond of her company, and not just her." The caused the unruly haired man to narrow his eyes at the rugged blond. Where was he going with this?
"You ask if I claimed her, and I told you I do not. She has struck the right chord with me,"
"Are you claiming her? Women are not allowed on board," He stated matter of factly. If this was an attempt to apologize, it was a piss poor one. He betrayed him and the rest of the crew breaking rules and acting in greed. He would be in trouble soon enough.
"She is mine. She is not a wench. I am here asking you, if you would watch over her while I am away."
"No. You break the rules, I don't." The tension in the room grew enormously after his comment. The two pirates stared at each other waiting for more words to be spat out. This caused the rugged blond to sigh if he didn't have Francis by his side, who did he have by his side? He didn't realize how much his words really cut into him.
"Oi Francis,"
"You enforce the rules, how can you be breaking them? How can some pussy make you forget it? Everyone thinks they can trust you, but you're nothin' but a backstabber. Why should I help n' risk my head?" He couldn't believe he lost complete trust in the man he considered his brother. It was just a few drunken words, but it seemed like he was completely washing his hands with him. You don't threaten the ones you're close to, and make them keep your dirty secret. He wasn't trying to burn bridges. He didn't intent to be malicious.
"It's unfortunate you see it that way. I would've appreciated it. It seems I lost my brother to a little greed. I will figure it out without your help, brother, but when I am away do not go near her."
"And if I do? You won' be 'ere to help her anyway,"
"If I come back to a mutiny I will fight for my life, n' if I find out she's been harmed I'm afraid 'll let the wolf take care of things. Another day Francis," The rugged blond shook his head wearing a sullen glower on his face as he turn around. He licked his lips as he walked away as his footsteps echoed in the wooden room. The smell of the sea penetrated the walls as he sighed in disappointment as leaving an unsure boatswain in his wake. The words rung around his ears like some sick song. When did things get bitter between them? He wasn't going to start a mutiny, and he wasn't going to harm the barmaid. No, it was Stone was growing aggressive. He was the one guarding her from everyone else, and he was the one taking her as his, he was the one sending out threats of violence, he was the one breaking rules for her. It made him wonder what kind of woman was she? He had known his quartermaster to be a reasonable man. There was a reason he was made the quartermaster. Maybe it was just the very reason as to why women weren't allowed on board. They made men do stupid, dangerous, illogical things.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Wed Apr 23, 2014 4:00 pm

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The Captain, the quartermaster and the navigator had long left the ship to row out to the colony of selkies to find the old lover of Nicholas. After the tension filled conversation Stone had with Francis it was clear to him they weren't on good terms. It was unfortunate news to him because now he had to figure out a way to keep Helena to himself while he wasn't even there. He felt a little filthy sneaking behind the backs of the crew. He was one that they were suppose to trust. They had confidence in him. They never expected him to look out, for himself but instead for the good of the crew. He was stressed, but he knew they wouldn't enter his quarters. His concern was mostly with Helena and the boatswain. If he couldn't count on the boatswain, then he couldn't trust him either, and that made things more complicated then things should've been. His mind ran and ran with various thoughts as he, Gideon and Nicolas wandered about the island of selkies. He was fine when his only secret was the wolf, and everyone on the ship knew about the wolf. Now Helena was his secret, and it seemed like only Francis knew about her. He struggled with his thoughts as he tried to keep a calm appearance with the pair of men. They would know something was wrong, if he he stressed about things back on the ship. Before he left he stocked his quarters with enough food to last a week. She wouldn't have to leave to eat, or interact with the pirates on board either. Still he warned her to have caution when wandering at night because he knew she would that stubborn woman. She could get herself into trouble if she wasn't careful. He even gave her a quick lesson with a couple of the weapons laying around in his trunk. She might be able to defend herself on a whim, but everything was unsettling to him.
"Oi Stone, arr ye' trackin'?"
"Would I be doin' anythin' else?" The captain had questioned him, and he came off a little bit snarky. He was sure they would question him if he didn't start tracking down selkies. He could smell the water was filled with them, and they were most certainly on this island. The real question was where in this island were they, and was Kairi even here? He started speeding up ahead from the men as he sniffed the air finding the origin of the scents. His worn boots in the sand at the edge of the green tropical forest.  He wasn't sure how big the island was, and he wasn't sure whether they could just cross the forest to get to the other side. Their dinghy was beached on the sandbar they left behind, but he had  a feeling that the island couldn't have been massive. They would soon find some selkies. The two older men followed the rugged blond from about fifteen feet behind as they glanced at each other. They knew there was something on the mind of the lad whether he told them or not.
"Snappy today, does the wolf need out that bad?"
"I think it might be more than just the wolf,"
"Aye, what'll that be?"
"It seems he's takin' a likin' to that wench, saw 'em in his quarters,"
"The barmaid? Was that why he was missin'?"
"Aye,"
"I was young too once, but damn he's got stamina," The two men erupted in laughter as they talked about the rugged blond who was up ahead tracking. It made them remember when they were in their prime. After getting to know their quartermaster, for years he often became the butt of their jokes. They often questioned when he did unusual things. Was it because he was young, or because he was a wolf? They could've turned it into a drinking game if they wanted to.
"So much wench for all."
"Wench for wolf,"
"Surprised wolf hasn't come out yet,"
"We'll see it eventually," With an entire island with only selkies it was only a matter of time until there was a wolf running around. He would roam freely without having to worry about being seen by anyone. The age captain just figured it was out of duty he wasn't a wolf yet. Figured that games came after work.

Meanwhile up ahead the rugged blond was getting a strong scent. He was sure the selkies were nearby, but it was coming from the forest which confused him. Selkies were of the sea, why was the scent coming from the foliage? He peered ahead, and his eyes had widened. It was an estuary. The sea met a river, and this island was actually a mangrove. They would have to navigate through the mangrove swamp, if they wanted to find selkies. He grinned as he chuckled to himself. Selkies were much smarter than he thought they would be. They knew how to hide.
"Oi! Ya' ole bastards! Tis' a mangrove!" He shouted back at the older men as he stood there waiting for them to catch up. He sighed knowing what kind of things lived in mangroves. There could be snakes and sharks, crocodiles and fish, turtles and birds. These goddamn selkies, There was no place for a man much less a wolf. As the captain and navigator caught up to him they before looking ahead.
"Shit a mangrove? We left the dinghy at the sandbar,"
"Aye, how close be the roots? Maybe we can trek 'em," The trio approached the beginning of the swampy estuary seeing hundreds of roots underneath the water. The trees created a tunnel that a small boat could certainly row through. The wall of trees were close together, and the tall roots winded together in a mass. It might've been possible to cross them, but the likelihood of falling into the salty swamp was massive. Being the adventurous person that he was the rugged blond firmly gripped one of the hanging branches tugging it to check its strength, and planting his feet on the arching and intertwining roots. He took a deep breath as he reached for branches before taking slow steady steps across the roots. As he trekked farther in he lost his footing, and slipped off of the roots, but his tight grip on the branches prevented him from falling into the salty swamp. He quickly regained his footing as he glanced behind him seeing that the two older men were still standing on the sand watching him.
"Oi! Don' jusstand there, git over 'ere." He certainly wasn't walking across these roots, for his health. He was asked to help them find the selkies, and he wasn't going to find them unless they were there with him. He had no connection to the selkies finding them was the captain's wish. As he tried to cross the the roots he managed to get his foot stuck occasionally in the roots which caused him to almost fall into the water struggling to get his foot free. The two older men were having the same troubles, if not the more. There was a sense of regret on their part. They were already too far in to go back to retrieve their dinghy they forced themselves to continue on with this frustrating climb through the mangrove swamp. After forty minutes of slow steady climbing across the slippery roots they began to hear voices. They were overjoyed knowing they they finally reached the selkies, and it wouldn't be too far off now. As they turned with the curve of the tree tunnel what they saw amazed them. They looked in awe as a village. There was a village in the middle of the mangrove swamp. Many of the trees had been cleared to make room for small huts scattered around the middle of the forest. There were poles sticking up out of the water to keep wooden walkways steady and still to walk on. The huts were made of the chopped wood, leaves, rope and straws. The could see that there were scantily clad people walking about on the wooden planks blissfully unaware of their presence. The women wore woven leaves forming a makeshift bandeau tied across their backs with small braided vines with short woven skirts covering just enough, and the men simply wore woven leaf loincloths held together with braided vines. They managed to reach a nearby walkway, and things got very quiet very fast. It was clear that they were spotted by everyone in the area. There was a moment as they eyed laid on them hard that everyone was unsure what to do. It was this moment that Nicholas took a few steps away from his crew members.
"Ahoy, ye' selkies we be lookin' fer a certain beauty havin' heard this be a major colony. Could' ya be of any help?" After breaking the silence who his request of assistance to help locate Kairi the colony of selkies stood still. This was suppose to be their oasis that no one knew of, so why were there these men standing in their village?
"A mermaid directed us, surely ye've known we were to be comin'?" Again he got not a single word from anyone. It did however cause the large navigator to speak up to help his captain.
"Oi, me captain be lookin' fer his lover, she up n' left, but being a man ova th' sea he went in search fer 'er," The village of selkies suddenly softened up knowing their reputation for harboring human lovers then leaving them without much words. Those who engaged in such relations with humans often felt a little guilt leaving their lover on land.

The trio were approached by a well built sun-kissed man with damp wavy mane and a somewhat hairy exterior.
"What makes you think tha' your lover is here? We are one, but of many colonies she could be anywhere," The man's voice was smooth and suave, but his tone sounded quite curious. He looked to be around Stone's age, if maybe slightly older, but he was a selkie after all they were notorious for aging slower than usual.
"Aye, don'ave a damn clue. That's why we be here, in search of 'er," The selkie man assured the rest of the village to continue about in their previous activities while he took care of the trio of pirates. He lead them to an empty hut near the center of the sampy village. He lifted the braided vine curtain with his arm letting them enter first before he followed behind.
"What is it that you want?"
"I be searchin' fer a selkie by the name of Kairi,"
"Kairi, I don't believe I know a Kairi,"
"It be over t'wenny years ago that Kairi returned to the sea," The scantily clad man looked at the aged captain as if he was sprouting another head on his chest. If she had left over twenty years ago without an sign of her since, what made this man think he would ever see her again.
"Kairi had the warmest chocolate eyes n' hair of onyx silk. She'd sweet n' lovin' n' witty n' everythin' I wanted." The selkie man pursed his lips in thought. The pirate seemed genuine enough to him. He supposed that he might've been able to help. There could've been a Kairi here. An idea came to him, if anyone was going to know it would be one of the oldest members of the colony. The herbalist that everyone visited at least once.
"Cordelia might know, come" The man left the hut with the pirates in tow as they started upon the wooden walkway catching stares and looks from the rest of the colony. The two older pirates easily shrugged off the looks, but it was their quartermaster who grinned at the scantily clad women flashing them winks as he walked by.
"Ahoy ladies," He would greet them as he walked past them. He managed to get a few giggles out, some blushes, but more glaring looks from their selkie mates than anything else. It wasn't anything that shocked him after all he knew what he was doing. They soon arrived to a slightly larger hut than before which they all walked into. The wall's shelves were covered in ceramic pots, glass jars and a variety of herbal remedies. Near the back of the hut was a hanging hammock where an older woman lie sleeping.
"Cordelia, we have visitors," Her light snoring echoed through the room as she ignored his voice to remain sleeping. Her peppered locks still held onto a sleek sheen as the midday sun shone through the windows.
"Cordelia, would you get up from your nap now," The woman turned away from him in the hammock to find a more comfortable position. This left the man was not amused as he sighed as he reached over to pinch her nose. She quickly squirmed trying to breath until she slapped his hand away from her face.
"I was napping, what's it take to leave an old broad to her nap?"
"Cordelia, we have visitors,"
"And? How does it concern me?" The older woman begrudgingly got up from her hammock grumbling obscenities as she looked to the pirates glaring at them for interrupting her nap. The woman was usual kindhearted, but she did not take kindly to being woken up.
"What the hell they want?"
"Ahoy Ms. Cordelia, I Captain Nicholas be in search of a selkie woman that it seems ye' might be familiar of,"
"Fine, who do you seek?"
"Kairi,"
"Kairi? I knew a Kairi, she did indeed have a human lover, but that was many years ago,"
"Over t'weeny years ago?"
"You're him aren't you? Nicholas Alexander Faulkner?"
"Aye, he be me," This told the older woman by surprise. Humans didn't usually actually find the whereabouts of their selkie lovers. Once they left back to the sea they stayed hidden among the waves never to meet again. It seemed this man was extremely lucky to have found this place.
"She's wed now, her pups are almost all grown,"
"I've come to terms with that long ago. I want to see 'er one more time,"
"Hmm very well, find my grandson," The selkie man was a little confused as to how her grandson had anything to do with this woman, but who was he to argue with Cordelia? She was one of the wisest in the colony, and she never steered anyone wrong before. The group left the old woman's herbal hut in search of her grandson which took them across the swampy village. By that time word had gotten around that pirates were roaming among the selkies, and there were curious youngsters following them in awe having never seen anybody but selkies before. The men got a chuckle out of it getting the same reaction out of children seeing pirates for the very first time. When they found the herbalist's grandson he directed them to another man who wasn't even in the village at the time. He had left nearly four days prior, and hadn't returned much to the chagrin of the pirates who sighed in defeat. Their guide had gone to search, for answers as they roamed the village mindlessly. It was the rugged blond who was growing weary from his wolf who wanted out. It frustrated him because he had nowhere to go in the mangrove swamp. He needed to run, and all he had were wooden planks. The thought of his paws sinking in the warm sand encasing his toes and claws was intoxicating as he could shake his furred body after bouncing in the salty sea. He sighed as his eyes began fading to amber. He could feel his teeth begin to grow long and sharp, and he was considering to let the wolf out until he heard a voice behind him causing him to shake himself off and taking a deep breath. He turned around to see a young girl couldn't be over twenty. She had long silky ebony hair that complimented her big bright chocolate eyes. She was biting her lip nervously as she looked at the pirates.
"H-Hello," The other two pirates looked at the young girl, and the aged captain examined her in awe. She was her mother's daughter. That was Kairi's daughter without doubt. She melted his heart the instant he saw her.
"Aye, young lass, what'll it be?" The captain asked a little too enthusiastically,
"I-I heard that you were looking, for my parents,"
"Aye, we be lookin' fer ye' mother Kairi,"
"M-My parents went out for a swim a couple of days ago, but they never returned."
"N' why would th' be?"
"I don't know, they're never away this long before. Maybe you can find them, please? They went to the coast of the nearby island,"
"Barbados?"
"Yeah Barbados."
"N' do ya' know why young lass?" The young girl shrugged and shook her head. She hadn't an idea why her parents left. It was a common thing, for them to do leaving her with her siblings for a couple of hours. It concerned her that a few days had past without any word from them.
"How do you know my mom?"
"We were grand ole' friends years ago," The captain could only smile at her. She looked liked her mother, but she seemed a little timid whereas her mother could've entertained an entire room.

The young girl offered to help them a little more, and answered anymore questions that they might've had. They had ended up an a group of selkies by beginning of the evening that consisted of women, children and men of all ages. They were settling down readying to eat diner of freshly caught fish. The trio of pirates sat by the ebony haired young girl who found her siblings: a younger sister and an older brother who welcomed the pirates to diner. The entire group was welcoming upon hearing their situation. Many of the women thought they were quite the romantics, and the men thought their seafaring lifestyle was quite adventurous. They were being bombarded by questions the selkies who were very curious about the pirates. They were handed several raw fish unaware that they preferred their food cooked.  The selkies more than delighted as they bit into their fish making crunching noises that echo in the ears of the pirates who just looked at the fish. Eating raw fish wasn't something new to them, but eating the scales and all was. Much to the surprise of the selkies they watched as their guests made an attempt to descale their dinner with their blades.
"What are you doing?"
"We don' usually eat th' scales,"
"Oh, why not?"
"Don've the stomach fer it," With their quick explanation their evening of getting to know each other continued. In the hidden village of the selkies the trio of pirates stayed the night in borrowed hammocks as questioning their next day's actions.

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PostSubject: Re: The Salty Wolf   Mon Apr 28, 2014 3:40 pm

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The morning sun pierced through the thick mangrove canopy to illuminate the hidden village of the selkies deep within the swamp. The village was eerily quiet with the only sound being the singing coming from the birds who made the swamp their cozy home. Without the hustle and bustle the pirates only had themselves to rely on to wake from their slumber. The large man with the grand beard bound in gold yawned as he made an attempt to get to his feet.
"Morning, is it?" He steadied his feet to the ground only to stretch his arms upwards as he shook the hammocks to his fellow pirates. Once he saw their eyes peek open he went to the window to scan the village only to not spot a soul in sight.
"Oi, where be the selkies? He heard footsteps and shuffling around him knowing that his fellow pirates were rising from the hammocks, and he decided that he'd go out to wander. He walked past them as he pushed back the curtain door of the hut making his way on the wooden planks that made up the walkway. He didn't hear any other footsteps, or voices, or any sign that somebody was here. He was a little taken back because he couldn't quite explain it. Last night they were surrounded, and now it seemed like they were the only ones in the entire village.
"Gideon, ye' be surprised not a selkie in sight?" The aged captain asked as he walked out to join the navigator on the walkway. He rubbed at his beard to scratch as his chin as he looked out to the swamp.
"Aye,"
"Selkies enjoy a morning swim. Th' colony must be in th' water," To that the large man nodded to him. It made sense, they were creatures of the sea, and the sea was right there. It did however make him eager, for their return. He wanted to see what a selkie's true form was like, and if they waited them he would get to get his first look at it. He started down the walkway with the captain as they made morning chat, and discussed their plans.
"What be there to do? Findin' a pair of selkies in Barbados won' be simple,"
"No, it won'," The matured captain sighed knowing they could row out back towards the ship, and sail to the island or take the dinghy straight to the island. Logically it made more sense to row to the ship, but the urge to take the dinghy was overwhelming. It would save them time as they wouldn't need to row out to the ship instead they'd row west to the island. Still he wouldn't have his entire crew on the search, but he still had the nose of his quartermaster with him. Still where would they start? They couldn't just up to a person, and ask if they had seen a selkie. They had this hidden oasis for a reason meaning they liked to keep themselves a secret.
"Gideon, we'll row without th' crew,"
"Just th' three of us then?"
"Speakin' of three where is that damned Stone?" To this the navigator shrugged. They both knew that he was woken up along with the captain, and he should've been out here by now. They heard a quickening click clack along the wooden boards as they watched a large furry object barreling towards them at alarming speeds. It was the white and blond wolf with the amber eyes, and the origin of the click clacking. The wolf was four feet tall at his withers reaching just above the large man's hips as he held his tail up straight looking at the both of them with a tight lips and closed mouth.
"What ye' be doin' ya dirty wolf?" The wolf growled as he lowered his looking at them in the eyes.
"Didn' ya' say th' wolf didn've room to run?" The wolf gave them a short sharp yippish howl as he stuck his snout into the air. Maybe he did say that, but when he had to stretch his paws he'd take what he could get even if it meant a stretch of wooden planks.
"And what when th' selkies git back?" The wolf looked at his captain with a strong gaze as he stamped his giant front paws on the wood letting his nails click against it. He had no intention of changing back anytime soon, if he was free to stay a wolf, then he was going to stay a wolf. What were they going to say anyway? They were selkies after all they had to understand his situation since it was somewhat similar to theirs.
"Is that it then?" The gold bounded bearded man asked only to have the wolf put his giant paws on him as he found his balance on his hind legs, and rested his front legs on his shoulder letting his paws hang as he towered over the large man.
"Ya' smell worse than holy hell," The wolf growled lightly as he stood on his hind legs leaning against the man before pushing himself away back to the ground. He turned around as he started off on the opposite direction as his tail swished from side to side leaving the pirates behind who shook their heads at each other. How they managed to end up traveling the seas with him was pure luck. The pair of men heard the water being disturbed they looked out to it. They saw dark shadows just under the swampy water from an entire group that swam towards them underneath the water. As they approached the wooden walkway they watched as heads began surfacing above the water.
"Ahoy, returnin' from ya' mornin' swim are ye'?" The captain greeted the returning selkies. The selkies's skin had grown to a pale shade of grey and white like the pelts of seals. Also like the pelts of seals they had black spotting throughout their bodies. Their legs had fused into the tails of seals allowing them to propel themselves in the water with ease. Between their fingers was webbing for the water, and the ends of their finger tips were sharp black claws. Their faces also took on more of a seal-like look as their eyes were big bright and black like those of seals as they glazed over in delight. They had short protruding snouts whose lips hid sharp teeth, and a sleek black nose surround by whiskers. Their torsos kept their humanely shape with their seal coloring and patterns. Their hair was slicked back from the water that they swam in. The pirates waved back to the selkies who swung their webbed hands in the air before diving back under the water to swim below the wooden walkway. The pirates turned around to the the scene of selkies propping themselves on the walkway with their hands as they slowly began to change back into their human guise. Their skins changed to a more warming tone unlike their pale selkie skin. Their slick tails separated into individual legs allowing them to walk upon the wooden walkway. They stood and walked indiscriminately letting the sun warm their dripping nude bodies as they wore soft smiles of pleasure from the pure simplicity. The noticed that there numbers were not as great as they were yesterday, and that there were still probably many numbers of them still out in the waters doing as they please. They were soon approached by the the sun-kissed man from yesterday who helped them when they arrived.
"Glad you're awake, but where is Stone?"
"Well Stone be browsin' th' village" The matured captain nonchalantly. It was technically the truth the rugged blond was out somewhere exploring as far as the wooden walkways would let him.
"Ye'll be seein' a wolf runnin' round that be Stone,"
"Wolf? Stone is wolf? The older generations from up north told me about wolves. They hide like selkies, do they not?"
"That they do, Stone claims they be under persecution. They don've freedom of th' sea like selkies. Their numbers dwindle," Captain Nicholas explained to the man who could understand that sort of situation.
"Shame, but of a lighter note I have information for you."
"Do ye'?"
"Indeed, there is somewhat of a startle in Barbados. They've enlisted the help of a sorceress,"
"Witchcraft?"
"From what I've heard I believe so. Perhaps Kairi and her husband have been captured by the sorceress, but I do not think that the port welcomes your kind." The man had warned the pair of pirates. The nearest port was not a pirate port, but a tourist port. Many of the ships that docked there usually carried people of great wealth. It made sense that they would hire some sort of practitioner of witchcraft, if they spotted things in the water. They didn't want it to hurt the local businesses. That place would probably be crawling with bounty hunters as well thinking they could've caught the creatures in the water. This would prove to be a difficult mission for them.
"Port fer th' tourist,"

Later that day the trio of pirates had decided to take their leave to Barbados in hopes of finding the missing selkies. The daughter of Kairi had brought them their dinghy to save them the time of crawling through the mangrove roots like before. They bid the hidden away selkies farewell as they rowed away with the intention of finding Kairi. They spent hours on the sea rowing towards Barbados. The hot tropical sun shone down on them as they rowed and rowed across the salty sea. They spent most of the day hard at work sweating through their clothes as they cursed the trip. There was a feeling of regret of not rowing back towards the ship which could've made the trip much easier. They wouldn't have had to exert themselves as much. Still despite their labor they managed to reach the island at early evening with ravenous appetites. Their stomachs growled loudly as they dragged their little dinghy over the sandy beach just outside of the port city. They set the dinghy high up the beach to prevent the sea from rising and carrying it away leaving them stranded. The trio trudged along the beach until they reached the bustling city. They walked along the streets cautiously knowing that bounty hunters might be hiding around any corner.
"First we find grub, then we search fer th' witch," Captain Nicholas told his pirates as they looked to the signs. All of the taverns and bars weren't seedy enough for their tastes still they couldn't have been too picky, and casually strolled into one as they found seats at the bar. They could feel the eyes of everyone burning at them, but the couldn't have cared any less as they ordered without much trouble from the barkeep who was reluctant, but didn't put too much of a fight.
"Oi, barkeep I hear ya' been havin' monsters in the water," The rugged blond asked a little too loudly to make him comply. He knew that many of the guests wouldn't want to hear such things lest they be chased away by the rumors.
"Do not spook mu guests,"
"What sort of creatures be lurkin'?" The rugged blond asked a little bit louder before chugged down his mug of rum.
"I'm asking you to please keep your tone down,"
"I might consider it, if ya' tell me want I wanna know,"
"If you are bounty hunters, you're too late Miss Josephine has taken care of everything." This caused the captain to perk up as he stabbed at his food that sat in front of him with his fork before shoving it past his lips and chewing rudely.
"Listen barkeep, I be Captain Nicholas, tell me where be the witch?" He watched at the barkeep cocked his head trying to figure out who he was, and the captain watched in amusement as his face changed making the realization of who they were.
"Captain Nicholas? The pirate?"
"Aye, thar be me," The caused the barkeep to pursed his lips as he stook a step back to assess his situation. This was a trio of some infamous pirates who were known to be blood spilling killers. Still a sly smile crept across his face as he pounded his fist on the bar they sat at trying to get the attention of the guests. Most of the faces who sat around drinking to their heart's content glanced over to the barkeep wondering why he need their attention.
"Listen up men, we have ourselves a couple of pirates here. Piracy isn't taken lightly around Captain Nicholas, and I'm sure you have quite the bounty on your head." The pirates growled as they glared across the room. They heard chairs being pushed out as their feet were dragged across the floor, and heavy footsteps getting up from them. They were surrounded and outnumbered. Was there even a way to escape from this? Still he had to try the captain  reached inside of his jacket as he pulled out his pistol shooting it up towards the ceiling as a warning to the oncoming men, but they in returned pulled out their own pistols aiming at him.
"Dead or alive,"
"I'll be rich"
"The Captain Nicholas," Voices melded together in excitement as they started towards the bar. The pirates in retaliation threw their cutlery, and began kicking up tables wildly as they hurried to the door. Guns went off in every direction as bullets flew around the room. The trio of pirates ducked as they charged through the furniture as they fired back at their attackers. The were screams of pain, and groans of agony as blood fell to the floor. Several people were shot, but it didn't deter anybody as they chased after the pirates. In the front of the trio the large navigator placed his hand on the hilt of his blade, and drew it quickly as he thrusted into the man only to twist and pull it out as he shoved the man aside only to burst through the door with his fellow pirates. A barraged of bullets flew after them as they turned sharply and stumbled at bit as they galloped away from the tavern.
"Oi Captain, think yer' plan backfired," The gold bound bearded man chortled as their heavy footsteps pounded against the cobblestone street. Their boots loudly announced their whereabouts as they dashed up alleyways trying to get away. Surely news that their presence would travel like wildfire throughout the city. They wouldn't have been able to walk down the street without getting noticed. They darted into the nearest open shop as they slammed the door shut, and quickly pulling the nearest thing they saw as they barracked the door. When satisfied they examined themselves for flesh wounds of any sorts whether it be from blade or bullet. With minor scrapes, and cuts they finally looked around to examined just what sort of place they walked into. It was a woman's boutique with dresses and other such apparel. They got strange looks from the few women who stood there, and the shopkeeper who held merchandise.
"Ahoy ladies, we be seafarers n' we be in search of 'omeone," The rugged blond interjected, but soon realized that it wouldn't explain why they barracked the door.
"Ye' look like filthy sea dogs, and ye' smell as foul as one,"
"Oi, ya' don' smell like roses n' butterscotch either broad," The woman scoffed at hims as she crossed her arms pulling a face of disgust at him.
"Nuff' chatter, one of ye' lasses best spill of a local er witch?" The captain interjected. They needed to get out as quickly as they could before entire tavern burst through the doors. Many of the women just looked at him like he was speaking gibberish, but locking eyes with the shopkeeper he saw that was something that she was not speaking of.
"Oi, shopkeep ye' know of this this Miss Josephine," He remembered the name that the barkeep uttered before they were chased by the place.
"Miss Josephine has done nothing, but good for the community. What would a couple of foul sea dogs want to see her?" The captain scowled as he took heavy steps towards the middle aged woman. The rest of the women stood in shock as he drew his blade from its sheath, and extended it out towards her.
"Ain' nothin'  fer ye' to worry about. Where be Miss Josephine?" He could see the distress on her face as she contemplated whether or not to tell him. She didn't want to die over something so trivial, and she was sure that Miss Josephine could take care of herself. She did take care of the sea creatures. She bit down on her lip before looking to the aged captain.
"Miss Josephine lives in isolation, on the east beaches there is a cavern. It is a tunnel that leads to into the forest where she resides. Be forewarned Miss Josephine is not to be taken lightly. She is more powerful than you ever will be." The captain spat at her feet as he walked back to his pirates. Now that was another thing to concern himself with. The night would soon fall, and ambushing a witch wasn't really on the top of his 'to-do' list with the moon was up. Still he figured they would take this one step at a time with trying to get out of this place, and avoiding that mob from the tavern. He ordered his pirates to unblock the door, and they sneaked out as they watched both sides of the streets. They started off in a brisk walk as they strolled down the street confidently like they belonged perfectly in this city. They got the occasional strange look from the local residents whom they passed on the street, but not a single word was spoken to them. They had to figure a way out of this city to the beaches. They weren't too far from where they came in, and it would only take a little navigating on their part. As they turned the corner they took notice of the buildings, but they couldn't be sure if they walked by them earlier or not.
"Oi, Stone can' ye' track th' beach?" Asked the large gold bound bearded man to the rugged blond.  Why were they walking around aimlessly when they had a wolf with them? All that caution they had was messing with their heads wasn't it?
"I suppose that I could," He received a rough pat to the back. This was a port city, and the scent of the sea was all over the place and sand and people and food. It was basically a jumble of scents, but he would make out the salty water that crashed onto a sandy shore. He took a couple deep breaths as he shut his eyes to picture the white sand and clear sea water. He focused on the scent as he turned his head several times until he caught it. He motioned to the other men who followed behind him. Together they navigated the city briskly until they found themselves standing on white sand as waves crashed onto the shore.

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The pirates knew that the sun was setting behind them to the west, and that they were on the right side of the city as they began trekking over the white sandy beach. There was a silence between them as headed towards the cavern. They were sure that they left their dinghy on this side, but they hadn't seen a cavern on their way to the city. The cavern had to have been a bit further than where they left their only way back to their ship. There was an obvious tension, and they had no idea what to do when they got there. They had no idea what to expect, and things could've probably gone very wrong. Their boots sunk into the sand with every step they took, and with every step they got closer and closer. Anticipation ran under their skin as sweat beaded at their foreheads. Sure the day was cooling, but the thought of facing a witch made their hearts want to burst out of their chests. How were they to fight someone like that? Maybe they would just have to be quick? Maybe they had ambush on their side? As they trekked they managed to reach their dinghy, and they gave each other exchanging glances.
"Onward men," The captain stated as he continued on the beach to find the cavern they were told about. The rugged blond and the navigator followed their captain,
"Ya' don' think that this Miss Josephine be reasonable?"
"When 've witches eva been reasonable?" All of the tales of witches they have heard made them out to be rather malicious beings. If hell hath no fury like that of a woman scorned then Lucifer himself must've wet himself when he met a scorned witch. The trio of pirates trudged across the sand as they listened to the waves crashing against the shore.
"I wonder what be happenin' aboard?" The rugged blond asked no one in particular as he thought about the buxom barmaid who a waited his return in his quarters. The though was tantalizing to him. He had someone waiting to hop in his arms the moment he returned. She would kiss his lips upon arrival, and run her soft hands through his hair. He cracked a small smile at the thought.
"Why? Wha'ya 've waitin'?"
"Rum of course," The rugged blond lied to the large gold bound bearded man. He knew there were certain rules that were meant to be followed. Certain rules that couldn't be broken without consequences. There was something in the rugged blond that twinged as he lied. He was now lying to Gideon. Lying to Gideon. No one lied to him, in fact everyone went to him for advice. The trio didn't take too long to arrive in front of the large rocky entrance of the cavern. The floor of the cavern was covered in sand as they took footsteps towards the dark rocky tunnel. The large stalagmites protruded from the floor ranged from various sizes of knee high to waist high to shoulder high, and then even taller than them. There were small puddles adorning the floors as the ceiling still dripped down. They trudged along the sandy tunnel only, for it to narrow the further along they went. The cavern floor began to steepen. It was clear to them that they were heading up the rocky wall, and expected to be lead to a forest clearing like they were told. They continued in the darkness blinded, and lead by the rugged blond who could still managed to see as his eyes glowed a green color. He scanned the area, and guided the pirates around stalagmites, and other hazards that they could've walked into. His nose twitched as he could smell the familiar scent of the selkies. They were nearing the exit of this dark tunnel.
"We soon be there," The rugged blond announced to the pair of pirates behind him,
"Aye," was all he got in return as he could smell the greenery in the distance. The floral smells of native flora. The tropical fruit from bearing trees, large fresh leaves hanging from branches, and the sweet scents from blooming flowers. There was a reason why he loved the outdoors, nature always smelled so fresh and pleasing. He could spot the exit of the cavern, and it wasn't as lit as he had hoped it was. All the time they spent trekking over the sand meant that the sun had set, and they were guests to the night when nocturnal animals would come out from monkeys to birds to snakes to lizards, and everything in between they were just lucky that the island didn't have jaguars. Still they were dealing with a witch, and who knew what kind of creatures she had at her disposal. As the trio had finally reached the end of the cavern they stepped out of the rocky exit with dirt covering it's floor. The was moss growing on the rocky walls, and vines hung down from a nearby tree as they heard the croaking of tropical frogs. They took cautious steps as they looked around their warm surroundings. The moonlight poked through the few holes in the canopy as they crunched over fallen leaves and branches. Stone looked around as he sniffed the air knowing that they had to get heading forward, if they wanted to reach their destination to find the selkies. Behind the cavern the forest kept going most likely to the edge of the cliff where one jump would lead to a sandy death. As they transverse through the tropical forest it was becoming all the much more real that they were facing a dangerous situation. The saw scurrying out of the corner of their eyes, a dark silhouette disappeared into the trees which caused them to look around. It's didn't look to be that tall, but it appeared to be rather long and tapered until the very end that something wide on the tip. It couldn't have been any taller than their knees, and that alone calmed them somewhat, but they still hadn't a clue what it might've been. Their hands crept towards the hilts of their swords readying to be drawn at moments notice. They began to hear hissing, and growling the more they continued onward. It wasn't just the sound of one or two, but an entire group of growling and hissing creatures.
"Wonder what 'em damn things be," The captain thought out loud. He didn't know, if they should stayed to fight the creatures, or continue on to the witch's hut. After some quick thinking they continued on expecting to have to fight the creatures either way. As they got closer the threatening growling and hiss turned to snarling from the shadows. The hidden creatures were closing in on them. The pirates clearly saw a hut about fifty feet in front of them with shoulder height lit wooden torches illuminating a short path away from the hut that was lifted off of the ground six or seven feet with a ladder leading up onto the wooden porch. They scanned the area, but didn't see the selkies they were searching for. They didn't see much of anything, but a clearing. The rugged blond sniffed the air, and he knew that Kairi was there the scent of selkie was strong. She was absolutely there.
"Oi, we didn' come 'ere to stand around," The rugged blond spat out as he looked to the pair of older men. They too drew their swords, and began following the captain ignoring the snarling that was directed at them. They saw scurrying among the shadows with shuffling of the forest floor. It seemed like the creatures were trying to scare them away, but it did nothing to warn off the intruding men. Suddenly along the lit path several of the hidden creatures dashed out in front of them in the light blocking the lit path. They creatures were nothing they had ever seen before they had rounded well furred erect ears, the head of a dog with a long snout, but the face of an otter with an otter like nose, and long prickling whiskers. It's fur was long, and feathered on their legs while being the mocha color of an otter with a pale cream underbelly. The end of their tails as flattened and dolphin like. Their legs and paws were that of a medium sized dog, but webbed like that of an otter along with sharp claws. They had long bodies like an otter, but they clearly were not. Their hackles were standing up threateningly as they snarled baring their sharp otter like teeth as their tails stood up tall as they tried to make themselves appear bigger than they were. The creatures approached slowly in an attempt to make the pirates step back, but they were not easily intimidated, and stood they ground gripping at their blades ready to swing at moment's notice.
"Back ye' beasts lest ye want th' taste of metal," The captain threatened as he shouted towards the oncoming creatures. Being so focused on the the creatures that they did not see the ebony skinned woman slowly walking down the lit path to them. Her dark coarse hair was curled into various long sections that hung from the top of her head to just above her waist. She was painted with with shades of black, white and red as her body was adorned with jewelry. Necklaces hung around her neck made from beads, shells and teeth while her wrist were adorned with similar bracelets. Precious rings decorated her long fingers as she gripped onto a wooden staff as tall as her shoulders. On the staff was a skull with rope bounded beneath it. She wore a tattered skirt that flowed loosely above her ankles. Her top was also a worn out halter type top with a strap around her neck. Her bare shoulders swayed with each step her bare feet took.
"What is the meaning of dis'?" She asked with a hint of irritation.
"Ye' be the witch of th' name Miss Josephine?" The captain asked as the creatures halted their threatening snarls that bore sharp teeth, but still continued low ominous growls as they eyed the pirates.
"What. Is. The. Meaning. Of. Dis'?" She asked once again with the look of agitation on her face as she narrowed her eyes at the pirates clearly wanting them to leave her alone. The captain locked eyes with the ebony skinned witch, and they stood there staring intensely at each other until the pirate parted his chapped lips.
"Ye' be hired to git th' selkies, I be needin' them back," He told her firmly as he cocked any eyebrow waiting her answer. Hearing his words the woman erupted in a ominous mocking laughter as she threw back her head.
"What would pirates be needing with selkies?" She managed to utter between her laughter. She placed her fist at her hip as she held onto the staff tightly as she glared at the trio.
"Of no concern to ye' witch. Hand over th' selkies," The captain barked at her. He had no interest of explaining why they had come for the selkies. They stared at each other either not wanting to budge holding their ground firmly.
"Be gone," She narrowed her eyes as she waved her hand in front of them. The captain seemed unfazed by her, but he figured that this confrontation would lead them nowhere. They would have to try a different approach with this woman. He relaxed his arm letting his blade drop to his side as he took a few steps
"Loo-" He was cut off as the witch stamped her staff on the ground, and one of her guarding creatures leapt up at the aged man who fell back on the ground. He grunted as the creature attempted to bite at his neck. He lifted his arm on the way as set of sharply lined jaws bit down on his forearm. He hissed as he used his free arm to punch at the creature's side. The rest of the pack started towards him. The pair of pirates who stood back furrowed their eyebrows as they came to the aid of their captain. The witch laughed as she turned around to walk away leaving them to the mercy of her guards. There were too many to kill at once, and their captain wouldn't make it without much damaged. Still the rugged blond's eyes flashed amber as he growled loudly scuffing at the beasts his claws digging into their skin as he tossed them forcefully away. The hairs on his back stood up, and he bared his teeth at the creatures who yelped away as they sensed exactly what he was. They scurried to the witch in fear who turned around to them them helping their captain to his feet with not as much puncture marks as she would've hoped. He bled from a few places, but nothing severe. Her face was painted in shock and irritation. She knew her pets to be aggressive, and did not back down especially not when in a pack. There was something wrong with these pirates. She muttered foreign curses under her breath as she looked to them.
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