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A good Captain will go down with his ship. A loyal Captain will do his duty. And a Pirate Captain will damn well do as he pleases! So learns Captain John H. Watson, of His Majesty’s Royal Navy.
The wind betrays them that day, as does the sea, brings pirate guns to bear all too soon, before they are ready.
When he surrenders his sword he questions his courage, because by God those eyes have plundered him already.
Below decks the cabin smells of leather and spices and casks of brandy, with Madeira wine decanted seductively.
His captor strips them bare, moon pale and sun kissed, as clever fingers splay to chart foreign territory; the man is blessed with charm as well as Siren beauty.
“What say you now,” his Siren asks, “of honour and duty?"
John forgoes the parlay for a kiss. A second surrender. Well met mine enemy.
Thighs part, hips arch and the slow slide in is ecstasy. Need is swift as instinct grinds them together with the rolling of the ship.
Somewhere in the taking there are teeth. “To mark you mine,” says the Pirate, “though you gave it freely.”
His lover withdraws, turns him upon his belly and slicks an oiled hand between ready cheeks.
“Now I’ll wager Captain, that your vessel, will withstand another battery.”
