Introduction

There I was supping my ale in a busy dockland ale house, so busy, I was sat by the door, when a kafuffle started, and then, it went blank. I woke up leaning against a wooden wall, and the floor was swaying from side to side yet I didn't think I had drunk, so much. I looked around at the others in there, and they all looked as confused as I was.

"W-where are we?" I asked.

"On board ship, mate," Someone replied.

"I-I can't swim," I said still confused.

"Well let's hope we don't have to," he said.

Not that long after we had spoken we were herded up onto the deck by a big ugly brute, with a whip, he seemed to like to crack.

We were lined up against the side of the boat, and a man in posh clothes came out of a doorway, and looked at us.

"Boson, why do we always get the dregs, a more, lazy, and scruffy bunch of men, I have yet to see. Set them to work. We are a supply ship for the British colonies, with a dozen or so soldiers, to relieve some of the soldiers at the Governor's house. We were short of sailors, and you volunteered, or were pressed into the service of the king, of one of the navy's supply ships, God bless King Charles," The man said, and we were put to work.

The rigours of sailing a ship from England to the British Colonies, and the beatings the men took I will not go into, that is for historians, my story begins being pressed into service, but 'the story,' begins almost twelve weeks later as we neared our destination.

My account is part from what I was told by reliable people, and personal experience.

 

CHAPTER 1 - Lady Jane

 

The year is 1661 and pirates abound in the South Seas, such notorieties as Blackbeard, and Flint are very active attacking shipping and robbing them of their cargo.

A little heard of pirate was Lady Jane, and her crew, being female as was the belief in those days, a female on board a ship was bad luck; she found it impossible to get a ship to take her on.

Her father had been a ship's captain on a British cargo vessel, and because of her interest in sailing he had taught her how to read charts, and set a course. He owned a small sailing boat, and he had taught her how to sail. He also taught her how to use a sextant, and navigate by day, and by the stars at night. Armed with this knowledge she had tried to get aboard a boat, but had failed.

On a trip from England to the Americas, as a passenger, her father had taken pity on her, shall we say, and he had taken her with him. She was very soon on deck helping, applying her knowledge and skills, as they sailed across the Atlantic.

Pretty, energetic and not afraid, she climbed the rigging setting the sails with the men who soon accepted her as a crew member but not, she was after all a woman.

Her hands tied behind her back, her dress covered in blood from the pirates she had killed, in the battle. The pirates had put a rope around her neck, as she was led off the boat, and taken ashore; they had found out, just how feisty she was, and were taking no chances.

Once ashore she was taken to the brothel to start her new life with the pirates, as a whore. Women were bar girls, with extras; they served drinks, and fucked the pirates, party girls. There was no choice be beaten in line, or join the rest, and to avoid a scared back Jane accepted her lot, but waiting for her chance to escape.

First they had to control her, which was not easy, she punched a pirate as he tried to have his way with her, grabbing her breasts, and slapping her bottom, as she served him drinks in the bar. The other pirates around the table laughed, as he slapped her bottom, and grabbed a breast, but were in awe of her when he crumpled onto the floor, his nose broken from the punch.

"I serve drinks, I am not, a prostitute," she said slamming their drinks on the table, and spilling them.

"You are what we say you are, bitch," A pirate shouted at her.

"Care to try, asshole?" she replied.

He came at her, and she defended herself admirably, so much so that he drew his dagger, because he was losing. She was quick, and grabbed a dagger from an onlooker, and stabbed him, after a few parries.

She was intelligent, and knew that to get on she would need to use her cunt to her advantage, and being a very attractive woman she made a play for a Captain, offering her body to him, to get on his good side.

She escorted him to her bedroom, and began to undress him; she kissed him, and put her hand to his cock, and massaged it over his pants then undid them, and took it in her hand. He smiled, and watched as she brought him to an arousal, and as she looked up at him, kneeling before him sucking on his cock and making suitable noises.

He bent down, and lifted her up, he pushed her dress, and underskirts up exposing her clit, and lay down on top of her sliding his cock into her cunt.

She knew all the moves, and moaned as he began to ram his cock into her, it was short lived, but she managed to make him believe she had, had an orgasm, and hugged him to her.

"You chose to have sex with me, why?" He asked.

"You mean apart from the fact that you are perhaps the most handsome of the pirate Captains?" she asked.

"Yes, that as well; I am too long in the tooth, to believe that was the reason, you seduced me," he replied.

"But Captain what other reason could there be, you have a style which the other pirates do not, they are course, and brutal. I mean punching their lights out, and stabbing them is not very lady like, is it, but I will defend, myself," she said.

"Indeed, as we all saw you fight like a man. Are you as good with a sword?" He asked.

"That is for me to know, and any unfortunate man, who challenges me, or upsets me, to find out," she said smiling at him, and leaned into him, and kissed him.

"Back to my original question, what do you want, from me?" He asked.

"I want to join a crew, I can hold my own against most men in a fight, and I am a good sailor. I can read charts, and plot a course, and I know about rigging. My father was a ship's Captain, and he taught me all about ships, and sailing. All I need is a chance to prove myself, are you the Captain to afford me that chance?" She asked.

"A woman on a boat is bad luck. Practice your fucking, and serving skills. The fucking doesn't need any practice, but you are not very good at serving the lads. Punching him for touching your breasts is not a good idea, they need to play, after a voyage," he told her.

That was her first and only attempt to get on a ship, she realised that none of the pirate Captains would take her on board, or take her seriously, and another approach was needed. She also knew that the pirates really were doing this originally for their country, principally robbing the Spanish, of their treasures, and that spurred her on, also knowing about the adventures of Sir Francis Drake, inflamed her desires to aid, her country.

What perhaps spurned her on more than anything was that to be free; she had to get on, a boat.