Sail Starboard

  

 

“Sail to starboard!” Tim called from the Preybird's crow's nest.
“Do you see something?” called the dark-skinned helmsman, trying to follow the cabin boy’s gaze. But his eyes couldn't see anything.
“A sail in the fog bank over there. But I am not sure. Now it seems to have disappeared."
"Should I call the captain because you toad saw a ghost?" The beefy black man ran a hand over his clean-shaven skull, which was adorned with numerous snake tattoos that converged on his neck and then stretched all over his scarred but muscular back.
"That won't be necessary, Mister Long!" The breathy voice belonged to a slightly shorter man with long, shaggy hair. Small braids adorned his full beard.
“The little one thinks he saw something in the fog bank to starboard. But now he's not so sure anymore."
The captain took out his telescope and swung himself nimbly into the rigging. Through his right eye he looked for the sail that the cabin boy thought he saw. Tim had good eyesight, and unlike most of the other crew members, they were unclouded by rum and age.
“Is there anything to see?” asked Black, the Preybird’s chief gunner. “Should I scare the rats out on deck?”
“Not yet,” replied the man with the telescope.
“There are only ghosts out there. “We should go back south and feast on the Spanish,” grumbled Sliver. The mate was a dark fellow. His long black hair was curled, making him appear even fiercer. He hadn't been on board that long, but some of the new guys were on his side.
“There’s something out there. Could be a merchant ship from Europe. The course would be right.” His voice sounded thoughtful. Everyone on deck looked at him and listened for his next words.
“Hard starboard. Head west! “Set all sails!” he finally shouted in a loud voice.
“Have you seen a sail, captain?” the helmsman asked quietly.
"No, but the boy."
"You want to make us hunt a phantom just because the boy might have seen something?" Long interjected. The helmsman was once a slave who had learned a lot about seafaring and navigation as a boy to a British captain. During his decades at sea, the strong black African had gained the respect of the crew and was Captain Rogue's right-hand man.
"No, I want to hunt a ship that's waiting for us somewhere out there with big prey."
“Ay, captain!” nodded the helmsman. He accepted Rogue's decision, even if he didn't understand it. If the captain had seen anything, he wouldn't have even asked. But the captain tended to trust his instincts. Rogue's feelings had already brought the crew of the Preybird many fat shiploads. However, his luck had run out over the past few months, and as was usual on a pirate ship, this fact weakened Rogue's position.
Some men had already expressed their displeasure with Long, but the experienced sailor remained loyal to his captain, at least for the time being. Sliver was one of them.
“On you landlubbers, off to the shrouds. Raise the headsail. We're on the hunt!" the helmsman cheered on the men, most of whom had had too much rum and too little to do for weeks.

"What's wrong?" Bowser stammered, while there was a lot of activity everywhere. The pot-bellied boatswain still held a bottle of rum in his hand.
"Let's go to work. We're chasing a ship!" shouted one of the pirates before throwing himself into the shrouds.
"A ship? In this bad weather? Captain, shouldn't we go to a sheltered harbor and wait out the storm?"
"Storm? “What kind of storm?” Rogue called out to his boatswain in astonishment. Bowser was an old drunk, but otherwise he knew his stuff.
"Yes. A storm is coming.” The shaggy man shook his rum bottle. But nothing could be heard. “A powerful storm.”
“What makes you think that?” asked Long.
“Every time my rum bottle is empty at sea, there is a storm. This is such a damn thing of nature.” The men who were within earshot laughed and the captain and mate joined in.
“Just be careful!” shouted the mocked man. “Soon a storm will break over us like the last day. And then don't say Old Bowser didn't warn you. Now get to work, you damn whore children.”
The men went to work in good spirits. She didn't care about the boatman's dark prophecy. He made them all the time. Anything that didn't suit him was a bad feeling. Still, Captain Richard Rogue looked skyward. He was blue. Apart from some fog on the horizon and a light breeze, there were no abnormalities.
Rogue didn't know if the ship they were hunting actually existed. But they would definitely meet one on the course sooner or later.


A woman's fingers gently stroked her cheek and the girl nestled dreamily against her. Sleep wrapped her in its veils and wouldn't let go. Katharina placed her hand on that of the stranger who was so close to her at that moment. Drowsy, she hugs her tightly to herself, like a small child taking in her mother after touching her.
“Good morning, Miss.”, the gentle and still distant voice caressed her mind. It took a moment, then Katharina opened her eyes.
“Jane? Are you awake? How are you?” she said. She immediately let go of the woman's hand and rose painfully from her bed. In a gesture of generosity, she had given her bed to the wounded Jane and had spent the last few days sleeping on a straw pillow on the floor. Her limbs ached and she stretched first.
The smell of the small cabin reached her nose. She would have loved to open a window. But this shack, which she lived in with Jane Sinner for the last few days, had no such luxury.
“What time is it?”
The English slave twitched her expression briefly. She wasn't capable of more. Her back was still covered in scabs. The boatswain's whip had done its job flogging Jane at her fiancé's behest. In fact, Anne Dartmoor had ordered this. Her fiancé's mistress seemed to be the true mistress of the Goldgreed.
In the past few weeks, the conflict between Anne and Katharina had continued to escalate. The fight for Jane's life had made the two women bitter enemies. On one side was Katharina, the noblewoman from Germany, on the other side was Anne Dartmoor, the whore from London. At least that's what Katharina thought of her.
“I should wake you up when Sir Thomas gets up.”
“Oh yes,” she thought again.
“I think he just got up – together with her.”
Katharina needed a moment to compose herself. The good intentions, the courage, all the plans she had made with Jane last night had lost their explosive power overnight. Now she was unsure again. She didn't know if she really had the courage to do what she said yesterday, encouraged by Jane.
“If you don’t want to, miss, then you don’t have to. You can submit to your fate like a leaf in the wind. No one will despise you for that.” Jane seemed to read her thoughts.
"No one but me." The girl clenched her hand into a fist. Her long blonde hair was still unkempt. So she sat down on the edge of the bed next to Jane and began to prepare herself a little. She only combed her hair superficially. She clumsily pulled the comb through her hair rather than straightening it.
Jane, seeing this, pulled herself up in pain and came to her aid. Jane was naked. The extensive wounds on her body were covered in young skin and scabs. After Katharina had taken off the bandages yesterday, the two women came to the conclusion that air would be better than putting the dirty linen bandages on again.
The redhead sat down on the bed behind Katharina. Her gentle, skilled hands met Katharine's and she whispered: “Hold still. “I’ll do it.” She stole the comb and began to run through the young German’s long hair. Every movement caused her pain, but she did it with long, even strokes.
“Isn’t that bad for your back?”
“Pain can be overcome. And my body needs to get used to being moved again."
"I wish I had your courage."
"You will have it when it comes to it," Jane said gently. Her own red hair matted with sweat, salt and dust. The convicted Englishwoman had probably not had the opportunity to do laundry for months. Her body didn't smell much now. But this smell wasn't particularly different from the rest of the ship. Katharina's nose had long since stopped working here on the Goldgreed. Only particularly bad smells, like Murdoc's putrid breath or her fiancé's smell of alcohol, still affected her.
To Katharina's amazement, Jane didn't just comb her hair. Her free hand also often slid over her back, triggering pleasant shivers in her tense body. The young woman didn't know this kind of touch. It was a pleasantly warming feeling. Still a little sleepy, she closed her eyes.
Her tense flesh seemed to loosen, and so she breathed soft sounds from her slightly pressed lips. This closeness to another person was good for the young woman. It was an unfamiliar feeling. It seemed both pleasant and disturbing at the same time. She didn't know if it was okay to receive such feelings from someone like Jane. This inner tension, which was triggered with every touch, whether by the comb or the fingers, came to an early end because there was a knock on the door.
“Yes?” Katharina asked in shock and jumped up. She hastily adjusted her nightgown, which had slipped slightly and allowed anyone who looked at her from the front unwanted insights.
“Miss Catherine. The captain cordially invites you to share brunch with him and your fiancé.” She didn’t recognize the voice that came to her through the locked door.
"In order. I'll be there soon."
Jane sighed and said, "She'll be there too."
“I know!” The girl clenched her hand into a fist again. The brief moments of sensuality were completely pushed out of her consciousness. “I will be strong.”
She had not forgotten the humiliation she had suffered the last time at that meal together. Anne sat down next to Sir Thomas and ensnared him the whole time with the charms of a harbor whore. She had to accept this disgrace in front of the captain and the ship's doctor.

A little later Katharina entered the captain's cabin. Anne was sitting next to Sir Thomas again and was feeding him some fruit. He sat to the captain's right - a special place of honor.
“Miss Catherine. Please sit down.” The captain and his officers had been waiting for them with their food. Only her fiancé and his mistress had begun the meal and apparently took no notice of her.
The captain pointed to an empty seat between the chief officer and the ship's doctor. But the girl walked past him and addressed her voice to Captain Shiffort in a gentle tone: “Excuse me Captain, but I would like to sit next to my future husband. Could we swap places?”
Captain Shiffort wasn’t the only one who looked at her in surprise. Thomas and Anne also stared at her in disbelief. The ship's doctor smiled.
“Sure!” Shiffort stuttered, overwhelmed by her brisk yet polite demeanor. He stood up and pushed past her to take a seat between his officers.
“Thank you very much!” She bowed politely to the captain and then sat down in his chair. Now she sat in the captain's chair in her most beautiful dress and looked at Thomas, who still didn't make a sound. The wine he had just drunk was dripping from his lips onto his shirt, which now appeared to be soaked in blood.
“Now that we’re all here. “Let’s move on to eating,” the captain explained to break the ice. “To You, O God, for food and drink, for all good praise and thanksgiving. You gave, you will continue to give in the future. Praise you with all our lives. Amen.”
“Amen!” Katharina answered automatically, and the officers did the same. Only Anne and Thomas stuffed their mouths during prayer. They didn't feel like thanking you. Her eyes met the rebellious German with hatred.
She had thought about this move with Jane last night. But she wasn't finished yet. She grabbed the captain's golden goblet and brought it to her lips. The red wine resembled the blood boiling in her veins.
“Thank you for the invitation, Captain.”
“Here you go, Miss Katharina.”
“I hope you can open these windows here.”
“Why?” he asked in surprise, and the others’ attention also rested on her lips.
"Well." She looked at Anne. “It's hard to get rid of the smell of the London gutter once it settles here. Even expensive perfume doesn't help, does it?"
Thomas looked stupid and visibly thought about her words. Only the ship's doctor immediately smiled. He understood it as one of the men. Anne also understood it and stared at Katharina with a poisonous look. Jane had predicted that she would react this way. Jane Sinner was apparently very adept at recognizing other people's weaknesses. The girl basked in her small victory.
“To the fresh sea air!” the chief officer raised his goblet. He didn't want to be seen as ignorant so he brought up a new topic.
“To King Charles II!”, the ship’s doctor also toasted. A quiet rumbling, like a distant thunderstorm, could be heard.
“To Miss Katharina von Greifen!” the captain chimed in.
“To Sir Tho…” Anne Dartmoor didn’t get any further. A huge clap of thunder shook the ship.


The first volley hit the merchant ship completely. In the fog near Bermuda, Preybird had silently approached its target. The ship's sails had been torn to shreds by the cannons. Wood, rope and canvas fell onto the deck of the merchant ship.
The crew of the Goldgreed screamed and whirled around in panic. The oarsman left his post when some splinters of wood hit his arm. So the already slow merchant ship turned out of the wind and lay like a leaden duck in the middle of the Atlantic.
With a loud roar and a clatter of sabers, the pirate ship approached from Backboard. The small and maneuverable ship seemed almost overflowing with murderous villains, while the sailors of the merchant ship had neither suitable weapons nor courage.
The captain hastily rushed to the armory to equip his men. There were twenty muskets stored here, but Captain Shiffort knew that not even ten of his men were trained to use them. Nevertheless, he and the boatswain handed out weapons and powder.
Katharina saw the men's frightened faces. She realized that hardly anyone believed in victory against the unknown attackers. Like Thomas and Anne, she also disappeared into her cabin.

"What's wrong?" Jane asked.
"We're under attack!" the girl gasped as she closed the door behind her.
“Pirates?”
“I have no idea. But I think so.” Katharina rummaged through her chest and finally found one of her dresses. "Here. Put this on. If they see you like that, they might do something to you.”
Jane looked skeptical and said: "Do you think the dress will stop them from doing it?"
"No, but from doing so!" With these words the girl took the loaded pistols out of her uncle's box. "Can you handle it?"
"Yes," said Jane.
Katharina didn't ask how the redhead knew how to handle a pistol. She handed her one of the weapons after Jane had painfully pulled her dress over her head.
"If anyone comes in here, we'll shoot them, all right?"
"Almost sounds like a plan."
"Yeah."
"A bad plan," Jane interjected.
“I’m still working on it,” she admitted.

The two ships hit each other with a loud bang. Shiffort had now organized something like a defense. Muskets crackled on both sides, shrouding the ships in gun smoke. Those hit screamed, but while the Goldgreed had to reload, the pirates simply continued to fire. During her raids she had acquired countless muskets and pistols, so that each of the pirates could now have several firearms at their disposal.
Tim picked up a small clay jar the size of an orange. A fuse protruded from the sealed container. He held it to a waiting torch and then hurled the jug at the merchant ship. Before it even hit the deck, this grenade exploded and the fragments seriously injured numerous sailors.
“Good throw, Tim!” called Rogue and started to cross with the boarding party. In fact, almost all of the pirates set out to cross. Courage and valor in battle were awarded according to the code. Those who didn't actively fight got less of the loot.
So the pirates attacked the poor sailors of the Goldgreed like a pack of hungry wolves. No one who held a weapon was spared. Captain Shiffort also fell victim to a bullet from Sliver's gun. The pirate had swung himself onto the bridge with a rope and was standing behind the man when he fired his shot. So there was no one left who could stop the killing by surrendering, and after a few minutes it was all over.
Only Murdoc and a few other men who were below deck or who threw away their weapons in time had survived the massacre. They were rounded up and tied up while the pirates went on a treasure hunt.

Sliver took the captain's saber as Long confronted him: "You could have easily overpowered him. Captains are generally worth more alive than dead.”
“He had a saber in his hand,” he justified himself.
Long knew Sliver had shot the man from behind but didn't elaborate. His African heritage made him a proud warrior. He detested shooting anyone from behind. In general, he detested firearms. They smelled and were dishonest in their operations. A fight should be about strength and skill, not a small lead ball that kills invisibly from a distance.
“That’s a damn slave ship!” Black shouted. He was one of the men searching the hijacked ship for loot and was the first to come across the chained human cargo.
“Holy crap!”
“It's worth it that I'm not laughing.” Sliver spat on the ground, and the remaining pirates also gathered on the deck of the Goldgreed. Captain Rogue, standing among these murderous fellows, placed his hands on the pommel of his saber and his pistol.
“They’re not even black people. Nobody will want them."
"Let's take everything of value and sink the boat. Then we'll be out of trouble.”
Slaves were indeed nothing but trouble. Selling them was a profitable business for dealers with their contacts. However, for pirates they were just ballast. So many agreed with Sliver's suggestion, and even Long couldn't completely oppose it. Since they were white, he didn't object. It was prisoners, and therefore not people of honor, that the English brought to their colonies on this ship.
“If you sink the ship, you are fools. “A treasure more valuable than gold and jewels is here on board,” Murdoc’s scratchy voice suddenly sounded across the deck. All eyes turned to the bound boatswain of the Goldgreed.
“What are you saying?” Captain Rogue asked, walking towards the man. Long, Sliver and Black followed him.
“Ay, the freight is worth a fortune. More than half of the slaves here are young women. The wealthy men in the colonies will pay any price for them. They all gave enough of the Indian women. What do you think they will pay you for proper English fuck meat that you can even marry?" the prisoner lured the pirates. “There is also another treasure here. Sir Thomas Lakewington and his fiancée are on board. His father is the Lakewington, whose fleet handles half the tobacco harvest."
"Ay. I’ve heard of him,” Black confirmed.
“This is his only son. He will pay any price for him. And his fiancée, she is a German noblewoman.”
Rogue thought about it while the men were already mentally spending the ransom. Then he said: “Good, bring them on deck. I want to think about it.”
"Please. I'll help you, but spare me. “I want to join you too,” Murdoc pleaded with the pirates. He knew that his alternative was slavery or death. The Preybirt's captain drew his saber and pointed it at Murdoc's throat while several men had already moved off to search for the valuable passengers.
“Please, no, don’t do that!” begged the boatswain again for mercy. Rogue stroked his beard with his left hand and smiled contentedly.
"Good. I'll spare your life, you worm, but if we don't make a good profit from this, I'll make rope out of your innards and sell them."
The captain turned away from him and Sliver released his bonds.

When the pirates broke open the door to Katharina's cabin, she stood calmly in front of her bed. Her chest was open, giving the men a good view of her laundry. She offered no resistance to the men and allowed them to be taken away.
Things looked completely different when the pirates stormed Sir Thomas' cabin. The man screamed and raged, so the pirates had to calm him down with a strong punch in the face. Anne also fought against her inevitable fate while she was grabbed by two pirates, who placed their hands on her breasts and thighs and finally carried her away.
Other men set about looting the fine gentleman's cabin. Gold, fine garments and the jewelry he had given Anne were their spoils. Katharina's simple room was hardly noticed. They rummaged through the chest but found nothing of interest. Even if the men paid special attention to the underwear.

The three prisoners were brought before the pirate captain. Sir Thomas looked at him with all the helpless contempt he could muster, with his bloody nose and painfully held by two strong men.
Richard ignored him, but instead focused his attention on the young women. One had voluptuous breasts, which stood out a little from her torn dress due to the rough treatment of his men. In his eyes she had the charm of a harbor hooker and so he quickly turned his gaze away from her. He'd had enough women like her to not succumb to the allure of a nipple that had slipped out of her expensive clothing.
His eyes fell on the younger one, whose long, blonde hair fell over her shoulders. Her black and white dress was simple yet offered a chaste elegance. She wore a white bonnet that caught her blonde hair and revealed few charms to the men.
“My lady,” he said to her, giving a slight bow. Then he reached out and grabbed her. His rough fingers, smelling of powder and sweat, touched her cheek. She turned away in disgust.
“This is Lady Katharina von Greifen. A German noblewoman who was betrothed to young Lakewington,” Murdoc explained to his new masters.
“So Lady Cathe. It was already clear to me that it wasn't the escort whore. Only a true nobleman can dress so boringly.”
The captain laughed and then stroked her neck. “I can really feel the blue blood in your veins. “You’re probably still a virgin, Cathe, aren’t you?” he asked her, sliding his hand down to her breasts. Before he reached it, Katharina reflexively raised her hand and slapped the astonished pirates in the face in front of the entire crew. Richard backed away in surprise.
"Don't you dare touch me, Bastart."
A loud scream went through the line of pirates and some also raised their weapons reflexively, even though the girl hardly posed any danger. The pirate who stood behind Katharina grabbed her upper arms firmly with both hands.
“The little wild cat probably wants to play,” he laughed and now runs his hand over his slightly reddened cheek. “Good, she can have that! Grab her and tie her to the mast. She will be our new figurehead.”
The men laughed and roared loudly as the girl was dragged across the deck by the strong hands of her guard. No man had ever dared to touch her like that before. Jane had warned her not to resist, but this was too much for the blue-blooded girl. She screamed and cursed, earning the pirates' lecherous laughter.
Richard stroked his beard. He liked the wild rearing of this wild cat. Her bonnet had slipped off her head, leaving her long blonde hair unbridled.
“And what about the others?”
“Take the man below deck on the Preybirt.” Two of the pirates then took Thomas with them. He offered no resistance. The blood from his nose soaked his shirt and made him look like a beaten dog. He stumbled limply over the plank that now banished the two ships.
“And the woman?”
Rogue looked at the woman, only slightly struggling against her two guards. The tempting nipple had ventured further out of her corset and was now clearly visible to everyone.
“You should have fun with it. She looks like she already has enough experience.” The captain smiled and she opened her mouth wide.
"What? You can't do that. I belong to Sir Thomas Lakewington. He and I are a couple. He will pay for me!”
Ignoring her pleas, he called out, “Long. Make sure that everyone who does their job well gets some time with our doll here. But no one touches Cathe. The wildcat must not be harmed."
"Ay, captain. Get to work you bunch of landlubbers. You heard the captain. Reload the loot and make the ship seaworthy again. Go, go, go!”

Freshly motivated, the men got to work. Boxes and sacks were dragged. The carpenters set about repairing the Goldgreed's rigging. Everyone seemed excited about the loot and the little extra reward. Everyone except Anne.
The mistress had been brought aboard the Preybirt and her clothes had been torn off. She now had to wait for her fate in a cage on the aft deck.
Katharina wasn't doing much better. She had been tied to the foremast of the Goldgreed. Her wrists had been tied together with leather straps above her head and secured to the pole. So could be forced to stand upright.
The midday sun heated her face mercilessly. Not a breath of wind seemed to touch her face. The calm and the tropical heat made her body sweat in her black Sunday dress. Soon it was soaked with her own body fluids and stuck to her delicate body.
Sliver came to her and felt her soaked dress. His breath, smelling of rotten teeth, touched her nose. Katharina could do nothing but turn her face away in disgust. She prayed quietly, but at the same time she knew that there was no one there to answer her prayers. In hours like these, the powerlessness of their faith became apparent. His hand felt over her flat stomach and moved up to her breasts. He pressed the damp material even more against her skin.
“Leave it Sliver. It's not for you. Go to the Preybirt, your reward awaits you there soon enough. Now get to work!” warned Long. The tall black man stepped between them and even gave her some shade. The scolded pirate moved away and said quietly to her: “You’ll get your turn too, darling.”
“Here, drink!” said the black man to her. In his hand he held a ladle of water, which he held to her mouth. Quickly, without thinking, she drank the water like an animal dying of thirst. When the ladle was empty, he dipped it again into the bucket he was carrying in his other hand and refilled it. She emptied the ladle again, some of the water dripping down her lips and chin.
“Thanks,” she murmured. Hope sparkled in her eyes.
“If you die of thirst, you're of no use to us, girl.” With these words, the faint light of hope that you had found a kind person among the pirates went out again. Long left and returned a short time later. This time he held a dark leather tricorn hat and placed it on her head.
“So that the sun doesn’t burn your pretty face,” he said shortly, briefly stroking her cheek. His rough, strong fingers did her good at that moment. It was a comforting human touch in a desperate situation. Her blue eyes met with the dark skinned pirate. They revealed to him the helplessness of a girl who had to be protected in her face, which was marked with beads of sweat and surrounded by her sweaty blonde hair.
"No worries. Nothing will happen to you. Captain Rogue isn't such a bad person. He certainly won't harm you, girl."
"And the others?"
"I'll take care of you, girl."
Then he turned away and left her tied to the mast. At that moment, Anne on the other ship began to scream loudly. The pirates had begun to attack the London mistress. Katharina closed her eyes.

Jane had spent a long time under a pile of laundry. The crusted wounds hurt with every movement, but the young English woman knew that she would soon have to look for a new hiding place. Jane pushed her red hair away from her sweaty face. She also suffered from the tropical heat.
She grabbed a piece of fabric and tied it around her hips. She stowed powder, lead, a pistol and the bag with Katharina's gold in it. She felt very uneasy thinking about the girl. Instead of fighting a heroic but pointless battle against the pirates, she had finally decided that Jane should hide here.
Jane thought she should hide with her, but Katharina refused. The girl said that someone would search the room more carefully if there was no one in it. She had also refused to hide instead of Jane. Her words were: “You are wounded. If the pirates get their hands on you, the wounds will definitely open up."
So she gave her money and her weapons to the simple condemned woman and said: "Hide yourself! Escape if you can. Take care. God protect you.”
Jane Sinne had never experienced such sacrifice in her life. She didn't know why the blueblood had acted like that, but she wouldn't forget it.
At that moment, a woman's loud scream reached the cabin. A blood-curdling shriek ripped through her bones. The redhead immediately thought of Katharina and rushed into the hallway. She knew that Sir Thomas's quarters had a window and went into it. The pistol pointed protectively in front of him. None of the pirates were here. She had probably already plundered everything of value that wasn't nailed down. She peered through the window at the other ship.
A man was standing there on the back deck with his pants down. In front of him was a woman lying on something Jane couldn't recognize. He was obviously driving his sex into hers. Each thrust made her scream. The railing of the pirate ship hid his victim's face from their eyes. But she could tell from the dress and the exposed thighs that he was pushing apart with his hands that it wasn't Katharina.
She was relieved that the girl was spared this fate. At least for now. The young English woman knew the feeling of being abused by a man. Since childhood, numerous boys and men had taken her body the way this pirate took the woman on the ship.
She felt for her, thinking about the pain and disgust when her father gave her away at 11 to one of his drinking brothers with whom he had a betting debt. After she had paid off her father's debts with her body, she ran away. She had gone to London. She had learned to survive in the Thames metropolis. She had stolen, begged and sold her young body to rich Londoners. She had lived by the law of the street and survived.
For 9 years she managed to escape the law of the rich. Two months ago she was arrested for theft and sent into exile as a slave. And now she was here. Free and yet trapped on a ship that was captured by pirates.
Jane averted her gaze and started looking for a place to hide. The Goldgreed was big, and if no one was looking for her, she would certainly be able to hide. She had survived the streets of London, she would survive this too. Her whipped back hurt with every movement, and the young woman grimaced. At that moment, another female scream whipped up from the pirate ship, piercing her core.

Anne's rape lasted all afternoon. Each of the pirates was allowed to take her for 10 minutes. Long didn't care whether they stuck their penis between their labia, in their anus or even in their mouth. Everyone had their time, even if some pirates chose not to.
Some chose not to because the abused female body was now covered in male bodily fluids from others. Others simply had no interest in women. Some felt sorry for the once proud beauty. The helmsman simply wasn't interested in her, even though he liked women himself. The pretty Cathe, for example. With her he would have immediately become weak. But she stood out of reach on the mast of the other ship to which she had been tied.
Whenever the woman fainted, the men would take a bucket full of salt water and pour it over her. The black man had lost count of how many times the process was repeated, but he noticed that her strength was probably dwindling more and more.
After more than ten hours, it was already dark, the new pirate Murdoc was one of the last to sink his oar into the young woman's body. Long didn't particularly like this defector. He noticed the cruelty with which he took her. Her whining could hardly be heard anymore. He repeatedly slapped her face with the palm of his hand so that she would look at him in the lantern light while he thrust into her and finally came with a loud moan.
The helmsman wondered whether the mistress had done something to this man, or whether he simply enjoyed torturing and humiliating women. Murdoc reminded him of Sliver, and if he was paying attention, the two men got along surprisingly well.

Captain Richard Rogue also opted out. He was more interested in the Goldgreed papers. He studied her in his cabin while on deck above him the young woman sobbed and cried as panting men fucked her.
The loot so far has been lousy. Luckily the men were distracted by the surprising gift. There was barely enough piastres on that damned slave ship to give each man a handful of coins.
The captain played with an eight reales coin, which he carried as a good luck charm. For the value of this coin you could buy a few goats. But it takes more to satisfy 80 greedy men.
He kept thinking about where the journey should go. He could certainly sell the slaves on Tortuga. More than a hundred women were worth a lot in the Caribbean, which suffered from a shortage of women. On the other hand, Virginia offered a better market.
Richard stood up and swore under his breath. He didn't like dealing with people. He was a pirate to steal gold, not to deal with trade and slaves. Why did these damned traders have to take slaves on board? White people at that. Convicted and exiled. If the captain had his way, he would have simply taken her to shore somewhere and released her. But his team was hungry for gold, and if he wanted to remain captain of the Preybirt, he needed a team that would stick by him.
Suddenly Tim stormed in and shouted: “Captain, you have to get on deck immediately!”
“What is it?”
“A storm is coming!”