May 15-16, 2006/Eighteen Eighty Something
This has been probably the second or third worst day of my life. Don’t ask about my first because you do not want to know. Trust me.
Anyway it started off well enough. School trip to the festival and a dinky essay that would only take a day at the library. But then we ran into some crazy witch and got banished into another world. Worse than that-I was stuck with that little git Stryke. His relatives had filled his head with stories about how I was an irredeemingly evil pervert. First of all I may be well…kind of a slut, honestly and I’m sort of allergic to commitment. Yes I like looking at girls and yes if a female between the ages of sixteen and twenty seven wears a miniskirt I will stare and get excited. But I would never NEVER use and discard a girl for sex nor would I force myself on them.
Second, I am not evil. A least not intentionally. Yeah, I’m a lousy guy honestly speaking; my dad was a lousy guy too. But I’m not evil.
Naturally Stryke blamed me for everything and then I lost my glasses (He broke my last pair when we met last year. He owes me two pairs now.) He waved his stupid little comic in my face and tried to convince me it was “omg so ~real~”. I got fed up with him and tried to grab his silly little ‘manga’ and beat some sense into his thick head with it. Thus the two of us got into a scuffle. I had him up against a wall when I heard someone. “Oh my my”
I stopped but Stryke punched me in the face. That was a dirty move, and he says I’m the bad one.
“Stop it you idiot” I snapped. He stopped and then we found two weapons shoved in our faces. Behind the weapons was a pair of interestingly dressed ladies. (Maybe, my eyesight was a little bit fuzzy). One girl would have been rather attractive if she didn’t reek of blood. I remembered the witch woman’s words: “It’s a perfect society where the right people are in charge and your sort are put in their rightful place.” Looking at these two I put the pieces together and realized what was going on. We were in deep shit.
“Tsk Tsk, men fighting how improper” the girl who smelled like blood said, holding her knife at my throat. She sounded like the Victorian English variant of a valley girl. The other one just scoffed and spat on the ground. Eeww.
“Tch , men?” she said prodding Skye in the face with a gun. “Don’t make me laugh, Vivi they’re stupid little boys.” Without thinking I opened my mouth to protest, as did Stryke. The one girl in pants(who looked and acted like a frat boy) pointed her gun at my mouth with Vivi silenced Stryke with a finger.
“Ah-ah-ah” Vivi said , “what should we do with them, Jojo” Oh damn…she was a nicknamer. I almost felt sorry for her cohort (the fact that she was holding a gun to my face kind of made it hard to completely pity her however). I had dated nicknamers before. How anyone got Toto out of Taroku was beyond me (but that was still the last time I had told a girl I was going with my name).
“Mmm, well” Jo said thoughtfully (I was just going on a hunch here) backing up and adjusting her gun. “I don’t want old Jill to carve them up on our territory. But if they’re stupid enough to be out wandering in times like these.” Jill? I had a sneaking suspicion on who Jill could be.
“Who’s Jill?” I asked, not sure if I wanted to know whether my theory was correct. Jo gave an almost fang bearing grin and leaned in close.
“Jill the Ripper. She finds men of …ah…ill repute and carves up their bodies, starting with their little buddy.” She hissed. I involuntarily winced at the thought. Stryke only gave me a questioning look.
“Carve them up?” Vivi pouted “But then they won’t be pretty anymore.” Jo looked down at her gun thoughtfully.
“I suppose” she said, adjusting it and rubbing it clean. I started to get an idea of what she was like, tough sort of girl who was in love with her weapons. Sort of like those girls that tried to be “one of the boys”. “Mmm maaaybe we should teach them a lesson about why they should be more careful. She shot a hungry, lustful look at both of us. The look gave me shivers because I the only other time I’ve seen that look is my crazy aunt Kagami when she was talking about her ex. And considering her ex fled the country to escape her….well you get the idea. For the first time since we got her I really started to realize how different the world we were stuck in was-and what deep trouble we were in.
“I’ll take the blonde one” Vivi said going over to Stryke. Her gaze zeroed in on his legs. “He looks like he’s really big!” Stryke’s face suddenly went red and he sputtered in-humiliation, maybe denial. I don’t know. Maybe in his sheltered little life he had never encountered anyone so forward.
“I can handle this one” Jo gave me a huge toothy grin and got out her knife. I gulped a little bit as she slashed at my shirt and slowly slid her hand down my stomach. I shivered and stepped back as her knife shifted downward and she ripped a snag in my dress pants. Great, she was crazy too. Just our luck. She pulled the knife back and held her gun to my chin while putting away her knife and sliding her hand downward. Just as it started to get above-PG-rated I heard a gunshot go off and heard another gun fall to the ground. I held my breath for a second waiting for the pain but it never came. I hesitantly opened an eye as she let go of me and stepped back. Three constable-women, one on horseback stood in front of us. Bloody hell, they were lucky Jo didn’t blow my head off.
“Put your hands in the air and step away from the boys,” the one on horseback said. She had a noticeable Irish accent.
“They were fighting in our alleyway,” Jo said. Two of the constable women went over to Jo and Vivi and started cuffing them. These women had surprisingly short skirts for the Victorian Era. I figured this must be part of the whole “women are in charge” deal. The woman on horseback looked at us.
“Did they do anything?” she asked. I shook my head and Stryke started coughing. I figured it must be the smog in the air. There was a pretty thick layer. I had been smoking off and on since the age of fourteen so it was merely an irritating scratch in my throat. One of the constable women holding Vivi’s handcuffs looked at him closer.
“Oh” she said, “ohhh You’re Lady Eleanor Fletcher’s boy” she said. I gave her a momentary look of puzzlement.
“What” the other one said, “but he was away for his health in the Isles. He had diphtheria.” She took another look at Stryke. I can’t believe this! Does the world revolve around that sorry little prat? I mean God, what are the odds? Of course he just kept on coughing.
“Somebody get him inside,” the woman on horseback-probably the chief-said.
“wha-“ he said between coughs. Another constable came over and put a cloak around him. I narrowed my eyes. That little git was milking this for all it was worth. One of the women noticed a book on the ground.
“What’s this?” she asked picking it up.
“The boy’s book” Vivi said, “the dark one was trying to steal it and beat the sickie up.” She pointed to me. Oh no. Hell no, this was not on!
“Wha- no I was just….” I started trying to find the right words to explain. I looked down at my clothes. They were all ripped up and my vest was lying on the floor beneath me. I was sweaty and I’m pretty sure my hair was ruffled.
“Well you were” Stryke said coldly leaning close. I gave him a glare and whispered to him in Italian.
“You’d better shut up”
“It’s your fault we’re here” he whispered back. The chief and one of the other constable women pointed weapons at me.
“h-hey that’s a lie” I said. “I-I-I-uh” I faltered seeing the chief’s musket pointed at me. One of the other constables got behind me and held my wrist. The chief looked down at me.
“He’s probably a pickpocket or a nomadic thief” she said. I stared at her mouth agape. Not only did this really suck for me but I’m pretty sure my history professor would have had a go at her for calling anyone a ‘nomadic thief’. “Bring him into the station and we’ll have him caned.” I gulped. I read about caning, I think they still did it in Singapore. From what my professor told me it was utterly humiliating and hurt like hell. Stryke opened his mouth to say something and started coughing. That little rat bastard! I didn’t care at the moment if his lungs were burning and half hoped for a moment that they were.
“Fuck you Stryke” I said giving him a look of disgust. May he never claim that he is more honorable again after this. I heard the sound of jangling metal as the constable woman behind me got ready to cuff me. I looked down at her boot. If it were a man I would have stomped it and ran without hesitation. But the idea of doing it to a lady made me uneasy. I had seen my drunkard father smack around my mum a few times and the idea of being anything like him sickened me. But then as the cold metal touched my skin, I pictured myself bent over something in front of a crowd of hot female officers with my pants at my ankles and shuddered. Hell no. Finally I stomped on her foot, jerked away my arm and took off running as fast as I could.
As I ran off I noticed a few more constables and picked up speed. I’ve probably already made things worse for myself, if they caught me now who knows what they might do. But I was not going to take a punishment for trouble that Stryke got me into. My chest was burning but I made myself keep running. Up ahead there was a crowd of people watching a performer. Just what I needed. I slowed down a bit and weaved my way through the crowd. As I brushed by a few people gasped and muttered words of judgment at my ‘shamelessness” and “indecency”.
“Young man!” Someone called behind me. I took a few seconds to catch my breath and kept on running. As I passed by more people I heard one woman complain to her husband that I was groping her. I am on the run from the bloody law, madam; I haven’t the time or the lack of intelligence to be groping people right now. I sped up and took a few turns down alleyways to throw them off. I stopped in a deserted alleyway to catch my breath. I looked up at the sky and noted that evening would be soon. I should be careful traveling at night. Hopefully I could find a place to stay. Jill the Ripper could be out at night and I liked my parts where they were especially those parts. The smog finally started to catch up with me and I coughed a little bit.
My chest was burning right now and I needed a drink. I noticed many vendors were closed up and I couldn’t chance going into any of the restaurants looking like this. I was pretty much screwed. I waited a bit more and checked the streets. The constables weren’t out anymore. I guess I must not have been that important. It was getting a little darker as I wandered out and started making my way as far from the constable’s station as possible. As I passed I noticed a few people giving me shifty looks. There were some whispers. I heard a few people whispering about the ‘Orient’ and tradeships.
I opened my mouth to say something but the two women turned and stared me down. One of them smacked me in the ankles with her umbrella.
“Learn some respect boy!” she said. Her friends shook her head as they went on talking about what a filthy child I was. I stopped at a store window and looked at my reflection in the mirror. I was a mess. My hair looked like a sweaty grease pit with more strands than usual hanging in my eyes and my face was dripping with sweat. My shirt was ripped down the front and the buttons undone to show my bare front. My dress pants were ripped in several places and a little undone in the front. I quickly zipped up the front of my pants when a squat man in a collar shirt and suspenders came out and grabbed me by the scruff of the neck.
“What are yeh doing out here yeh little vagrant” he said, holding me up above the ground.
“I wasn’t doing anything!” I said.
“Damn right yeh weren’t . I could see yeh adjusting yerself-“he said, “its improper is what it is. ‘aven’t yeh got any decency?”
“I was zipping up my pants” I said as levelly as possible. “Certainly walking round with unzipped pants would be even more indecent.” He squinted at me.
“How do I know you weren’t trying to peek at some skirts you little slut?” He said shaking me. I flushed a bit and sputtered a bit before getting control of my voice.
“I wasn’t!” I said loudly. He slammed me against the wall.
“Do yeh know what they do to boys who do that?” he said. Before he said anything else I heard someone else yell.
“DICK!” A woman with bifocal spectacles came over and the man turned to face her.
“Madam! I caught this little vagrant peeping into the windows” he said, jerking me up again. Oh hell, I was done for. I winced awaiting her reaction but all she did was give a long suffering sigh.
“Let him go Dick” she said, “He’s just a lost foreign boy.” The man grumbled something but let me drop to the ground. She went over to me looking concerned.
“Do you speak Saxon?” She asked. I gave her a confused look.
“What?’ I asked. She sighed and shook her head.
“Could speak just fine wit’ me” Dick grumbled, “He’s a dirty little peeping tom.” I glared at him and he waved a hand at me. “See, he understands what I’m saying!”
“Dick, really,” she said. She dismissed him and I could hear him mutter ‘a good beating is what he really needs’. She only shook her head. “What’s your name, dear? Are you hungry or thirsty?”
I opened my mouth to say something but only a small croak came out. My throat was aching, all that running and raising my voice killed it.
“Hungry? Thirsty?” She asked. I nodded at the second one. She led me to a door behind the shop. “Wait there, I’ll get you a drink” She came out with a cup of water and handed it to me. Oh thank God. I took it and gulped it down. At the moment I didn’t care that the water was lukewarm, it was water.
“Thanks” I said. Then I paused. Oh damn, now she knew I could speak English or Saxon or whatever the hell they called it.
“You’re welcome, dear” she said, “Do your parents know you’re out here?” I faltered a little trying to think of what to say, I felt like a git lying to her, honestly. I looked down at the ground trying to think of one of those half truths I was good at. She interpreted my lack of silence completely differently, perhaps assuming I was an orphan. “Oh! Oh, you poor thing. I’ll ring up Mother Annabel then.” I looked up and shook my head. It was a bit of a knee jerk reaction. Churches always gave me a sick guilty feeling. Like someone like me doesn’t belong there. Growing up my mother had dragged me to the confession for the most minor of trespasses. I quickly blurted out something about how I had to go thanked her again and ran off again. I started to regret it a little but I was already far gone. I continued wandering as night fell, trying to stay out of sight. I ran into a few more people and got reactions ranging from dismissal to derision.
As I got farther down near the docks I noticed a street leading down to an inn. I began to walk towards it when I heard the clip-clopping of a horse and noticed a constable woman on night patrol. Oh hell! I started towards the ports hoping she wouldn’t see me. A little ways down I noticed a dodgy looking pub. The clipclopping got nearer and in desperation, I went in.
It was a bit grimy but not as bad as some of the places I had seen in downtown London. There was a fairly large barmaid-er barkeep cleaning the cups and talking to a woman in patched clothes and a bandanna. There was a sword strapped to her side and when I noted the glimmer near her ears I realized what she must be. A pirate. There were a few more in small huddles and some sailorwomen who I couldn’t be sure were pirates. Multiple heads turned to look at me. I backed up a bit sucking in air. I was trapped. Constable outside and pirates inside. However many of the sailors just went back to chatting.
“You want anything boy?” the barkeep asked.
“uh…” I started. A guy in the corner who was downing drinks rose up an arm.
“I’ll pay fer the little feller.” I looked at him unsure but he insisted. “Order anything you want.” Oh well , don’t look a gift horse in the mouth I suppose. I looked up at the menu but it was like reading Greek. The longer I stared the more my head hurt.
“Surprise me,” I said. I sat down next to him and he started talking about his days working at port. The barmaid passed me a huge mug of what looked like beer. I hesitantly tried it and although at first it tasted weird, I liked the taste. I got another glass and then another. After that my memory gets sort of fuzzy but I recall trying to chat up a bunch of pirates. I had a good round of drinks and I was starting to feel a little woozy I noticed the barkeep go over to my new drinking buddy.
“Alright pay up,” she said. He just hiccupped and gave her a confused look. “You do have money, don’t you?” He laughed and reached into his coat pocket.
“Mmmm that’s funny” he muttered. “coulda sworn I had it wit’ me. “
“what?’ I asked him. “You have -hic- money right?”
“uh…can’t remember” he slurred, “sorry kiddo.” He got up surprisingly fast and tried to make a run for it but the barkeep was faster. She cut him off at the door and plunged a sword into him. My entire body seemed to freeze as I watched his body fall to the floor. She kicked the body aside and went over to me. Several others got up and watched as she held her sword up to my neck. Just my luck, they all had to be pirates.
“Now boy,” she said “Are you going to pay me my money or am I going to have ta slice you open too?”
“I-I don’t have any. I just came to hide out from the constables,” I said. She pressed the sword harder against my neck.
“Well then you’re out of luck,” she said, “I don’t take to thieves kindly” Her sword was starting to draw blood and I gasped for air. Oh great. My cousin always told my habits were going to be the death of me someday, don’t you just hate irony? I clenched my eyes shut hoping my death would be quick.
“Aggie, step back” I heard the sound of something being unsheathed and the barkeep loosened her grip on me. I tried to steady myself –a hard task when you’re completely smashed.
“He owes me a half dozen drinks’ worth” Aggie complained.
“Yes he does” I felt my stomach clench a bit, “but there is no need to kill him.” I heard the sound of jangling coins and hesitantly opened my eyes. A dark haired pirate woman wearing black beads on her neck, an ornate hat and purple coat and boots, handed Aggie a sack of money. Then she turned back to me, and lifted my chin up. "I have saved your life. If you're an honorable man, you'd see each second longer you have is all thanks to me. You are therefore forever in my debt.”
I just nodded not trusting myself to say a word.
“Good. You shall address me as Captain or Mistress in the future. What is your name?” I swallowed a few times.
“Takuro Takoya…er..Taruko Toyako-” I stopped for a moment, “Blade.” I never liked my real name anyway. Blade was a nickname my best friend gave me when I was young. He died in an accident and I’ve held onto it ever since.
“Appropriate choice” she said. She turned to another pirate. “Yasmin! We have to be off.” A blonde woman with a jacket that resembled something from the Navy. I felt my stomach churn but I ignored it. The Captain put an arm around my shoulders and led me out. As they led me down the docks my stomach made another noise and I started to feel as if I was going to be sick.
“Wait until we get to the ship” the captain said.
“Yeah…I’ll try” I said. Before we got into the ship I took the first opportunity to empty my stomach in the water. I went a little far off so the two wouldn’t see me. When I started back I overheard a conversation between the captain and Yasmin, who I guess must be her first mate.
“He’s a kid” I heard Yasmin say , “Just let him go, he won’t survive the life of a pirate.” Excuse me? I was seventeen, only a year away from adulthood.
“He will be taught. It might take time, but he can learn to adjust,” the Captain said, “besides there have been grooms younger than him married off. It’s not as if he’ll be fighting up front anyway.” Yasmin didn’t say anything but looked unsure. I stayed back for a moment hoping the captain wouldn’t hear.
“Blade?” the captain called, I coughed a bit, “Are you well?”
“uh….I’m fine” I said “uh..Mistress” I got up and went over to where they stood. “I’m sorry about that. “ She patted me on the cheek.
“No worry. You’ll learn. ” It kind of made me feel like a child but I didn’t show my annoyance. I caught Yasmin’s eye and she gave me an emotionless almost icy look. Just a kid, eh? I held myself up with a bit more confidence and determined I would prove her wrong. They led me up onto the ship. It was like something out of a pirate story, canons and all.
“Cass! Maggie!” the Captain called, “Front and center!” Two pirates rushed over and faced her. One was a redheaded woman with multiple piercings in her ears, a shirt/corset with a tattered red skirt and fishnet stockings. She had a wrench in one hand and a dagger tucked in her belt. The other had a piercing on her eyebrow (did these pirates have a big piercing party or something?) auburn hair in cornrows and had a leather weapons sash across her shirt and vest and a necklace with a bloody tooth. Her trousers had a few weapon handles poking out. “Have this young man bathed and properly clothed” the Captain pushed me forward.
“Yes ma’am!” The pirate in the tattered skirt said excitedly pulling me over by the arm.
“Any special requests?” The other asked.
“Just one. He shall be mine first and foremost” the captain said. I felt a little shiver at that. What did she mean by mine? The two women nodded in comprehension and I just looked confused. The Captain left to her quarters and the two women dragged me off into a cabin.
I couldn’t help staring at the machinery around the room. There was one mechanism thing that pumped out steam and there were gears everywhere.
“Maggie, you pump the water while I take care of him,” The pirate in trousers gave her cohort a warning look.
“Remember what Captain said” she warned. Cass rolled her eyes.
“I know,” she said, “Don’t worry I’m not fool enough to upset the captain.” She turned to me looking expectant. “Are you going to take it off or should I.”
“I-I..in front of you?” I sputtered. I had already been hollered at once for being indecent and was trying to wrap my mind around this world’s ‘decency and propriety’ rules. This did not make it easy.
“Of course” she said, “We’re pirates, boy, we’re not exactly civilized folk.” I sighed and pulled my shirt off and then hesitantly started pushing down my pants. I could almost feel her gaze on me and my face felt a little warm. I tried to push the feeling away, it was not as if I hadn’t undressed in front of a girl before.
When I was finished I noticed Cass smirking down at me she grabbed my arm again and turned to Maggie. “Is it ready?” I heard the sound of water pouring and the cranking of something. Maggie was standing at a somewhat oversized device pumping water-steaming hot water- into a barrel. Cass pushed me over to it. Something in the back of my mind told me this was a little weird but I ignored it.
“It’s ready” Maggie eyed me and I flushed a little bit as her gaze slowly went downward. “Mmmm the boy’s rather scrawny, it’s a wonder he can hold it up.” I sputtered a little bit at that and Cass snickered.
“Dunno , he looks pretty nice to me” I perked up and gave her a grin, showing them just how charming I could be. Cass giggled and seemed to be flirting back until Maggie came up behind me and pushed me in the ‘tub’. I winced as I hit my leg and heard Cass shriek “be careful!” She went over to check on me. I wondered if I should point out that my injured area was a little lower than where she was checking. “Are you okay?”
“Y-yeah” I said. She helped me into the tub shooting a dirty look at Maggie (who only shrugged and went to get soap). I pulled back in alarm when I felt how hot it was and Cass caught me. I poked my toe in and then slowly got in. I felt a pinch somewhere.
“Cass!” Maggie snapped.
“Hey I don’t mind” I said, shrugging. I winced a bit as I lowered myself into the tub. “Damn are you trying to boil me or something?”
“I hear from the island people that man tastes good” Maggie said. She laughed at my expression and came over with a rag and bar of soap. Cass ran her fingers through my hair.
“Ye Gods…you’re a greaseball” she said.
“Hey, it’s styling gel” I said, “…and maybe some sweat”. I barely had a chance to breathe as she dunked my head underwater and tousled my hair. My eyes stung, my sinuses hurt and I felt as if my lungs were going to burst as tried to get a gasp of air. After a few moments she pushed me in again. She pushed down on my head and tousled my hair again until I managed to push myself up again. Honestly this not what I had in mind when I imagined being bathed by two attractive older women.
“Let him breath,” Maggie said. Cassie backed up and I took several deep breaths. Oxygen, sweet oxygen! As I reacquainted my lungs with the air, Maggie came up behind me and started scrubbing my back. Mmmhmmm, now this was more like it. Cass took a scrub brush and started on my arms and legs while I relaxed. I could feel the steam surrounding me. This deal wasn’t half bad. I wasn’t in danger of death anymore, and spa treatment was nice. I could certainly learn to agree with the ocean if it gave me such a nice place to stay. The annoying nagging voice in the back of my head warned me that this was too good to last. I pushed it away again.
“I think he’s enjoying this.” Cass commented.
“That he is.” After a few more minutes of heaven, I was poked in the back and ordered to get up. One of them took my legs while the other took my arms. As a scrub brush went farther up my leg and near my thighs I tried not to squirm and twitch. I heard a snickering and felt the sensation again and again. Maggie reached over and prodded Cass with her scrub brush.
“Cut it out” Thank goodness. I was pushed down again, and then Maggie filled a bucket of the water and poured in ontop of me. She waited until I was done coughing and sputtering and did it again. “Get up, lad.” Still coughing and feeling a sharp pain in my sinuses, I got up and climbed out. I stood by the barrel, shivering until Maggie tossed me a towel. She and Cass went to a closet and I heard them arguing as they shuffled through clothing. They came back with a jacket, pants and a belt.
“I think you’re missing something” I said.
“Do you think we keep men’s unmentionables on a ship full of women?” Maggie said, tossing the pants at me. “With Cannonball here you should be lucky you’re wearing anything at all.” Looking at the smug grin on the other woman’s face I could believe it. It almost reminded me of myself after a fun night.
“All right” I said as she handed me the jacket. I had to drop my towel to start putting the clothes on and as I pulled the pants on I could almost feel two pairs of eyes watching me. It was unnerving really. I mean I was used to a quick rendezvous during a party but having multiple people watching me dress myself was a bit odd. I picked up the belt and almost shuddered at the feeling. I didn’t like belts for the same reason I didn’t like golf. My Dad, used to punish me with belts and golf clubs. When he was drunk and got set off, it hurt like hell when used either to wallop on my sorry skinny arse. I brushed aside the feeling and started fastening it.
It felt weird too. No matter how tight I fastened the belt I still felt sort of underdressed. I pulled on the jacket and started buttoning it when Cass came over and stopped me.
“Don’t” she said, you look better this way. She and Maggie pulled me off to the Captain’s cabin. “So where are you from? You look exotic”
“Really? Well” I just chuckled somewhat nervously. “I’ve been raised here in E-erm…uh…” Oh hell what was this place again.
“Saxland?” Maggie asked, “You know after years of living here you think you’d know the name”
“Right. I ..ah forgot” I said. Maggie just muttered something about me being dim so I focused my charms on Cass.
“You speak Saxon pretty well” she said, “for someone who doesn’t know what it is.”
“I do I just…..my mind skipped I suppose,” I said, “I do know some other languages, caro mio”
“Ohh you speak Stivalian!” Cass said, “But you look like you are from the Orient. By any chance was your mother a seafarer?” I hesitated. It was bad enough that I was dressing in a way that would make my mother gasp and clutch her pearls (“Vulgar” would be the nicest thing she would have to say) but to call her a pirate? I would be six feet under if she knew. “Ah, you were from a tradeship weren’t you?”
“I guess?” I shrugged. I would have to find a book about this place and learn its countries so I don’t sound like a total idiot. Thankfully the conversation turned to other things. They led me to a door with a skull hanging on it. I had to hold back from vomiting. Maggie knocked on the door.
“Captain” she said. After a moment the door opened and the Captain was at the door. I quickly pulled my arms back at my sides and Cass stepped away from me. She gave her an annoyed glance and then a disapproving look to me.
“Thank you” she said, “Back to your posts.” She grabbed me by the arm and yanked me inside. She pointed to the bed, and I walked over there as she closed the door. I felt like a disobedient child sitting outside the Headmaster’s office. Was this it? Was she going to rip out my innards like Aggie did to that drunken man? She came over and then slapped my face.
"After I put my neck out to keep you out of trouble, this is how you repay me?” she said, “You work under me, boy. That means you represent me. Do you think I'm a licentious whore?" I rubbed the spot where she slapped me flinching at the insult. No one had ever called me a whore before.
“N-no ma’am” I said. She stood over me and I shrank back a little more.
“Then reflect it in your behavior as my representative” she said, “or perhaps I’ll rethink my kindness.” As she said that I could just see her hand wrapping around a weapon at her side.
“Sorry ma’am-er mistress” I said. She looked down at me, perhaps deciding whether I was sincere enough. Then she lifted my chin up and stroked my face with her thumb.
“Good, now we won’t let it happen again shall we?” she asked. I faltered, not sure if I could promise that. It’s not that I wasn’t thankful but…..I don’t know. I’m a teenage male on a ship full of women. It was impossible to expect me to not bat an eye at any of them. “Or do you need to learn.. “ She unsheathed a whip from her belt and snapped it taut. “…..physically?” That sent a shiver through me and I sat up straighter.
“No ma’am!” I said. The thought of that whip hitting me would keep me awake all night and rested my fears about not being able to help flirting. “I’m sorry I won’t do it again”
“Good, now go out there and apologize for your unbecoming behavior” I nodded and quickly got up. Bloody hell, I was literally whipped. When I left the cabin I took a deep breath and scoped around until I saw Cass and Maggie chatting with another woman. I went over, not thinking about how nice the other woman looked. She was wearing a long skirt which was seemed to be rare on the ship.
“Miss…um-Miss Cass” I gave a polite bow searching for the right words. “I-I uh apologize for m-my,” what was the word she used before “improper behavior”. Maggie raised her pierced eyebrow and whistled while the new pirate gasped.
“Obedient little puppy”
“Oh, my” Cass just rolled her eyes at both of them.
“Don’t sweat it kid” she said. After an awkward few minutes of staring I left barely hearing the pirate in the long skirt question Cass about what happened. I stopped at the captain’s door looking away from the skull as I knocked. Then, realizing I had left it unlocked I turned the doorknob and hesitantly poked in. The Captain sat at her desk, whip still in hand.
“I did as you said, ma’am” I said, coming in closing the door behind me.
“Good, now sit” she pointed to a chair set right in front of her. I sat down keeping a nervous eye on her whip. She rested the handle on my thigh.
“Now, as part of the crew and experienced male,” I tried not to snicker at that “you are in charge of the galley. You will cook the food, and you have the small responsibility of budgeting for food supplies, so long as you don't get too extravagant." I just nodded. I knew little about cooking, my dad had always said it was ‘women’s work’. Shoe’s on the other foot now, eh dad?
I just thought of one little troubling bit. Meat. Since I was very young I had been vegetarian partly influenced by my mother and her hatred of calories. I did make an exception for seafood however because of the health benefits. I never could give that up anyway.
“Uh ma'am" I almost flinched beneath her gaze. She looked at me expectedly which made it even harder to spit my question out.”
“Do I have to cook meat and uh…touch it?” I knew as I asked that it was a foolish question but the idea of touching meats made me sick. Especially pork. Instead of yelling or reprimanding me , she gave me a questioning look.
“Are you Jewish?” she asked. Technically some of my dad’s side of the family was Jewish but the rest of it was Catholic. Our family followed religion very loosely, cherry picking what it liked and discarding the rest. As a result I wasn’t quite sure I had any right saying I was any religion. But you try explaining to a 19th century pirate that you’re a vegetarian.
“Um sort of” I said. She looked thoughtful at that, tapping her whip on my thigh. It was giving me a weird feeling I felt flustered but I didn’t dare move.
"Hmm. Well, as long as you can keep us in good condition to do our job and keep off the scurvy, you have your own discretion to keep it kosher." She said.
“What’s scurvy?” I asked. She gave me a sort of exasperated look.
"You really are a landlubber, aren’t you? Don’t worry we’ll cure you of that” she said, “Scurvy's a common job hazard, and best guess people have is it's tied to nutrition."
“Right” I said hesitantly. That didn’t tell me much but I wasn’t going to press the issue. “Anything else, mistress?”
"You'll also be in charge of the laundry- and don't get any bright ideas, we keep inventory,” I gave her a confused look for a moment. I’m not a crossdresser. Then as realization dawned on me I shuddered. I was many things; a panty snatcher was not one of them. “ - as well as petty repairs around the ship, which of course you can always ask for a hand in if they involve things too big for a little man like you to handle."
I held back my annoyance at the ’little man’ comment. Now I wasn’t exactly a muscle builder and let’s be honest I probably couldn’t handle a lot of ship duties. But the way she made it sound just annoyed me. I noted the whip tapping on my thigh however, and kept it to myself.
“Yes ma’am,” I said I noticed her smirk and rest a hand on my leg”
"Also. You will have more... personal responsibilities," she said with a cat's grin. "You might've noticed you're the only man on the ship. It makes you a rather hot commodity, when we sail, if you get my drift..." I did catch it and I shifted in my seat, biting my lip.
"Do as they wish." The Captain grabbed me by the jacket and pulled me close to her. "But remember who owns you..."
“Y-yes ma’am,” I said weakly.
"That's a good boy." She kissed me on the cheek, letting her grip loosen a bit. "Now... They've been told I get first go at you. You can start your other duties in the morning, but first... I think I'll christen you." I felt a shiver go down my spine as she stood up and pulled me over to the bed, leaving little room to what christening meant. She pushed me on the bed and yanked off my jacket. She stopped for a moment and let go, looking over me calmly. It was an almost frightening sort of calm as I couldn’t be sure what she was capable of.
“You’re not reluctant are you?” She held her whip handle at my chin. “The way I figure things I just bought your life, boy. I paid good money and you’re not dead.”
“guh…I-no” I said.
“Good then. Let it never be said of me that I didn’t give you a choice.” She moved the handle away and started removing the only article of clothing I had left-the pants. She slowly pulled off her jacket and then took off her shirt while holding down my chest. My internal body temperature must have shot up a whole ten degrees. She climbed on to the bed over me and pulled off her skirt tauntingly slowly with a smirk.
I don’t think I have to spell out what happened next.
Hours later I found myself entangled in bed sheets and smelling of perfume with the Captain’s arms wrapped around me. So after all this mess I wound up being a pirate woman’s bed buddy. Um…yay?
please please tell me.