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the concluding part of our time travel pirate erotic story,
Catherine and William are trapped in no man's land. Before
them is a wall of folk that veils the truth
of their situation. One of them is trapped forever, never
to return home. They just don't know which one of
them or when they are. Before they sail into the fog,
they must come up with a plan to deal with
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money as you enjoy tonight's show. The silence failed William
and Catherine as they stared at the bank of fog
that clouded Port Talbot. You do realize his causes a problem,
Catherine eventually said, trying to rack her brains for a solution.
In what way? William replied, never moving his eyes from
the sea. Well, you can't walk through Port Talbot naked,
whatever year it is, she said. William just shrugged his
shoulders dismissively, as if that really wasn't an issue, not
the first time, he mumbled. Ignoring him, Catherine continued, And
what about the boat, she said, her voice becoming stern.
What will happen if it is seventeen hundred and we
sell into port in a modern yacht? How would they react?
William turned and gave her a stern look before saying
they would probably hang you as a witch, and I
will plead you cast a spell on me, he said
in an absolutely matter of fact way. Catherine opened and
closed her mouth several times before eventually saying, with irritation
dripping from every word, what's your solution, then, Captain Blackhart,
same as every other time I've been in a hole.
Steal another boat, he said, flippantly, his deep blue eyes.
Unmoved by his suggestion. And how do we go about
stealing another boat, Catherine said, shell shocked by the path
of his suggestion. Well, generally I sail up to them,
leap aboard, and flash my cutlass a few times, then
agree with the crew. They can stay and get a
share of our wealth, or they can leave and swim,
he said, putting his hands on his hips and grinning widely.
Captain Blackhart, you may not have noticed, but you are naked,
and as impressive as your hard cock is, I wouldn't
call it a lethal weapon, Catherine said, glaring at the
naked pirate. Well, Siren, I was steal their cutlasses first.
Do it at night when they're all too drunk to
know which way is port and which is starboard, he said,
winking at her especially with a siren with me, they'll
think it's a devil himself. Catherine had to admit it
almost sounded like it could work. Besides we she really
couldn't come up with anything better. And what if it's
not seventeen hundred Port Talbert, Catherine asked, desperately, trying to
find a chink in his plan. Then we wore up
for the night, and in the morning, you go find
me some clothes, he said, flatly. Okay, what happens when
we have the boat, Catherine ventured, pushing further into the
rabbit hole. Then we sail into Port Talbert and I
go and see the governor and get an even larger
ship with a crew and chase those bilge rats down,
he said, his hands bawling into this. And what about me,
Catherine asked, her concerns suddenly apparent. Well, you can join
the crew, siren. What about that legend about women being
a board a ship naked, Catherine asked, and the image
of her naked and surrounded by hundreds of frustrated seamen
filled her mind. The thought she wasn't sure she liked
or not. William just grinned at her in a way
that was beginning to concern her. Settling down on the bench,
she simply said, nothing we can do before nightfall. You
may as well rest and get your strength back. Catherine
just stared at him as he closed his eyes. He
was right on that one thing, but her mind was
played with worry overstealing another ship. She tried to sleep,
but the fear of what they were going to do
woke her every time she drifted off. This was madness.
She looked at her cellphone, desperate for it to spring
to life, but it hadn't more since the storm. Like
everything else, she had reasoned it was the static in
the air, but the more she thought about it, she
doubted it. Eventually, the last light of the sun vanished
over the horizon, and the darkness of night veiled the sky.
With a surprisingly quiet stealth, William raised the anchor and sails.
The breeze was gentle, but strong enough to move the
yart through the tide of the ocean, the gentle lapping
of the water against the hull the only suggestion of
their movement. Slowly they headed towards the wall of sea
fog and whatever hell may lay within. Somewhere in the darkness,
a bell chimed coldly. A ship was moored at sea
and seemed to be silent apart from the sound of
the bell. William was suddenly next to Catherine and whispered,
of a target. Let's hope it isn't a naval ship.
Pulling the cell round, he guided the yacht toward the chime.
The dark silhouette of the ship loomed over them. As
they approached. William whispered, it looks like a sloop. When
we get alongside, grabbed the Jacob's ladder and secure us
against her. Don't speak another word until we're on deck.
Catherine nodded nervously. Shit, this was really happening, she thought,
her body trembling with excitement and nerves. The ship creaked
as they moved alongside. After several failed attempts, Catherine managed
to grab the Jacob's ladder while it bounced annoyingly against
the hull in the tidal movement. Quickly, she tied ropes
between the ships and assuring they floated as one. William
lowered the sail silently and then joined her at the
edge of the sloop. Grabbing the rope ladder, he started
to climb it quietly. Presumably expecting Catherine to follow the
oak color of the ship, and groaned ominously as they
reached the scuppers peering through the deck high holes and
the ship was ominously empty. Boarding the neck, they paused
for a moment, expecting an onsort of pirates to appear,
but nothing happened. William whispered, I hear something aft, and
with that he vanished into the dark, returning a few
minutes later and dressed and carrying a cutlass. A devilish
smile adorned his face, made more ominous by the faint
light offered by the crescent moon. And the crew went
into Port Talbot when the storm started, and left two
cabin boys to guard the ship, he said, passing her
a small pile of clothing and a cutlass. Catherine just
stared at the clothes and sword in his hand before
asking and what happened to the cabin boys? I told
them there was a dress siren aboard, and they decided
to swim for their lives, he said, his teeth glinting
in the moonlight. Eyeing him suspiciously, Catherine took the clothes, undressing.
She realized William was watching her naked form in the moonlight.
Looks like we have a new ship, William said, loosening
the ties on his pants. That means we should christen it.
Catherine looked down the moonlight danced over his glistening erection. Oh,
she replied, you should be a virgin, really, he said,
taking a step forward, removing the clothes from her unresisting
hand and letting them fall to the deck, pulling her
tightly against him. The strength of his body pressed along
her nakedness, her pussy already aching with need just at
the feeling of his proximity. He is a fantasy, culminating
on her clip, forcing her to throb intensely. His lips
devoured hers, their tongues entangled with the force of their passion,
Turning her around, bending over his colt, pressing between her thighs,
teasing at her wet faughts. She already felt a pussy
clutching for his erection, throbbing with need, thrusting her lips
sucked at his cock as it eased easily inside of her,
Catherine's passion dripping down his balls. My ass is still virgin,
she said, shocked by the words coming out of her mouth,
Pulling his cock back from her pussy. He guided it
into a rosette, pushing slowly. The cream from her sex
smeared over his length as her ass eased around his girth.
The sting of pain was slowly transforming into a pleasure
as her tightest muscle relaxed. William's hand grasped at her
hips as his thrust became more intense, pressing deeper inside her,
pleasure swelling inside, forcing low guttural moans to drop from
her lips, the pulsing length of his cock pressing along
her glands, her body trembling with desire, reaching her hand
between her thighs, her fingers exploring her clid, rubbing it
furiously as her ass pushed back against him, her body
erupting with her unexpected climax, trembling along his cock, forcing
his own burning orgasm to explode inside her ass. His
cock dropped from the grip of her trembling body as
he stood back, watching her mildly shocked, he pulled his
pants back up. Standing shakly, Catherine panted gently as a
warm glow moved over her body. Stealing sharp from the
intensity of the moment and what she had just volunteered.
She picked up her clothes from the deck and looked
at them in the moonlight. Fortunately, they were bagging and
neel fitting, not at all the stylish pirate clothes she
had imagined being a teenager, and the smell on the
closer was putred. They had obviously never been washed, nor
their wearers. She was willing to bat. Pulling the pants up,
she wished she'd worn some more sensible panties, or any
at all. The shirt was backing enough to hide the
curves of her bress, which thankfully had never been voluptuous,
something she hated when she was younger, but right now
she was grateful for. William stepped forward out of the
shadows and looked at her for a moment before grabbing
a handful of her hair and then running the cutlass
through it. Handfuls of her locks fell into the shadows
of the deck, removing the last hint of her femininity.
Nodding appreciatively, William stood back, saying, know your pass from
lad The question, William, when we get to Port Talbot,
where these other pirates have gone, how do we explain
to them that we are on their ship? Well as
pirates in dog they will have been drinking solidly since
the storm yesterday. The ones that haven't been killed in
fights have probably been arrested. The others will be up
to their balls in the hoarse or sleeping off the
grog in a gutter. Eager innt at her pleasantly, amused
by the shocked look on her face. All romantic notions
Catherine had about pirates was slowly disappearing. There were a
lot more rudeimentary than she had fantasized about as a teenager.
We're sail into Poort Talbot at the break of dawn.
We will be leaving on another ship by dusk, he
announced triumphantly. But we do need to get rid of
your boat. As beautiful as she is, she could cause problems,
he said, in a matter of fact tone. Catherine could
only respond with a sullen Oh, it made sense, she
knew it did, And yes, the boat would certainly have
raised questions and could cause a lot of problems from
what she knew of the period. They would jump at,
pointing fingers at Witchcraft as her first and only answer.
Watching William descend the Jacob's ladder down into the darkness,
she watched over the side until he appeared again. Won't
it just drift into Port Talbot on the tide, she asked.
William's cutlets glinted in the moonlight as he said, not
with a hole in her hull, she won't. Catherine was
suddenly glad for the dark night, the pain that she
knew was obvious in her face, and the tears that
stung at her eyes. She knew now she was never
returning home. Her life was here now she was the
one that was imprisoned. She sat quietly watching the moonlight
dance over the sea for the rest of the night,
wanting to be alone in her grief for a life
she had yet to live. Eventually, the first fingers of
sunlight extended over the horizon, and Catherine wiped away the
remaining tears, turning her painfully aching eyes. She watched William
as he raised the anchor before she called out, are
we able to sell this ship on our own? It's
only small and we're only going into port. We will
be good for that, William replied as he raised the
main cel. The canvas on the boom blowed majestically in
the morning sun, the wind filling his proud jest as
a small ship glided towards a dispersing fog bank the
wooden buildings of Port Talbot, emerging through the gray mist.
Seeing it for the first time, it seemed so different
from the Port Tobbot she knew and loved. As they
approached the key, people seemed to be crowded at the port.
Even though it was a lot smaller than the place
she had left, It seemed busier and certainly smellier, dirtier.
Go some mooring rope, William called to Catherine. As they
approached the wooden pier. Catherine ran to the port side
of the ship and grabbed the thick rope, launching it
over the side of the vessel onto the pier. Somewhere
beneath the lad grabbed the rope and secure with the
small ship to the pier as it slowed against the lord,
both peer and ship creaking with the movement to their
timbers and the aft laid. William called out, obviously enjoying
the role play that was spontaneously being choreographed between them,
glaring at him as she moved to the aft side
of the ship. She cast the second mooring rope over
the side of the vessel and watched as it was
pulled tight. The ship eventually settled, and William left the
will to face Catherine. I'm going to call you, Charlie,
to save any questions, and just in case anybody recognizes
the ship, you are to come with me to the
Governor's office. Catherine was offered no chance to respond before
William started pushing the gang plank out and walking onto
the pier. As Catherine followed, her legs suddenly felt unsteady
on the pier, the sudden lack of tidal movement sending
her off balance. A man who had obviously been to
one too many theater outfitters approached him briskly. Overdressed for
the peer, he called out, Captain Blackhart, we didn't expect
you so soon. Is face full of concern? My crew mutiny,
the bill drats. I need to see the governor to
protect the king's treasure, William said, hurrying along the pier.
Rats and children scattered as the overdressed man cantered to
keep up with William, following him up to a large
building at the edge of the port. Running up the stairs,
a man eventually wreathed, please stop, Captain Blackheart, at least
let me announce you William stopped, obviously remembering this was
civilization and he should really obey some rules. Taking a
moment to regain his breath, the man eventually said thank
you and pushed the large open door in front of
them open. Stepping through, he called out Captain William Blackheart
and mate, before bowing and gesturing them inside. Catherine followed
William into the room beyond the door, her gaze drifting
over the paintings that occupied every square inch, paintings that
were probably worth more than the entire city of Port Talbot. Eventually,
a voice, dripping with selfish intent, came from a man
sat behind an ornate desk. Distracted by the magnificent artwork,
Catherine hadn't noticed him at all until now. Her jaw
dropped in amazement as she stared at the face of
a man she had seen in a hundred times, if
not more. Admiral to Tondra, my crew mutinied over the
division of our last trove. I seek a naval vessel
to recover my ship the trove and dispense with the traitors.
William bart, his voice inviting no discussion. Admiral D'tndra studied
Catherine for a long moment, his face a mask of curiosity.
Of course, Captain, we can't have crews deciding what happens
to the King's gold, the admiral said, his voice quiet,
almost distracted as he stared at Catherine. Tell me who
is your mate's captain, he eventually said, as if woken
from a dream. William looked back at Catherine, his expression
almost surprised to see her. They're at all this is Charlie, Admiral.
He's new Charlie looked strangely familiar, almost like my door
to Charlotte, the admiral said. William looked back to Catherine,
his eyes are widened with the realization of a resemblance. Refocusing,
he turned back to the admiral and said, oh, no
person could match the beauty of your daughter, Sir, quite
the admiral said, suspiciously. This ship you need and how
many crew fifty from the change will be fine. Demand
her again, William said, quickly, aware something was going on
he had no control over. Bring back the trop quickly.
There are many investments we need to make to further
the King's position, the admiral said, waving them away, but
his eyes of a leaving Catherine it surprised Catherine how
quickly a ship could be found and manned. But there again,
they were in a naval port surrounded by pirate waters,
so probably needed to be quickly to guard the ship
they bought. It was large by anyone's mark, discipline, Men
in uniform man the ship, working quickly and efficiently. The
feeling of regiment was everywhere. You looked, quite different from
William's cavalier approach to sailing. A broad man approached and
taking off his trike on hat, he saluted. He and
William stood for a moment, as if sizing each other up.
Captain Bowder, the man said, sternly, just awaiting your crew,
and then we should ready to sail. Very good, Captain
William replied, ushering Catherine over to a quiet spot on
the deck. So what was all this about with the governor,
he whispered curtly. You look the image of his daughter.
I think he's my great great great grandfather or something.
But my grandfather was out to see all the time.
He founded Port Talbot from the wealthy, captured from the
Spanish and the Portuguese when they were on route back
to Europe. Well, he may be some distant relative but
he's never stepped aboard a ship since he arrived. He
gets the likes of me to collect the gold, which
we get his share of, obviously in the King's name,
of course, he said, laughing. Catherine realized it was the
first time she heard him laugh. It was a deep
and beautiful laugh. She just wished it have been about
something else in her family. The sounds of metal cut
through their conversation as men boarded the deck, there wrists
and ankles clad in iron manacles. William returned to the gangplank,
Catherine watching him as he took an oath from each man,
sealing it with a grog of rum from the barrel
on the deck. A couple of the men refused to
take the oath and were quickly dispensed over the side
of the ship. Eventually, William returned to Catherine as the
crew were put into the kiln. Catherine's jaw was open
in shock as she managed, you can't use criminals as crewmen.
William just stared at her, incredulous. Best, crewman, you can
get stay here and die, or come with me and
have a chance to make money. Even the movement to
the ship as it left Key failed to break the
look on her face. Captain Bewder gave her a look
as if she was plainly mad. When he walked up
to speak to William. Any idea where we are going? Captain,
he asked, Puerto Rico. They will try and meete up
with the Portuguese navy to avoid the gallows. They are
only a couple of days ahead, so we'll catch them
without issue. The canvas on the cells below to life
as the voices of the officers carried across the deck,
the ship pitching forward as it crafted its path majestically
through the sea. It was just a matter of days
before their goal was sighted on the horizon. Two hundred
mariners line the ship, ready to attack the prey. They
were quickly approaching beneath deck. There was a loud, rumbling
sound they vibrated through the ship as the cannons were
readied and gliding past the ship. They fired two shots
behind them and then to in front, both pairs of
shots narrowly missing the ship, the vibrations of the cannon
sending a shudder through the timbers, the air filling with
the stench of gunpowder. William grinned they were caught. They
can either man the selves and try to escape, from
which they have no chance of or they can mand
the cannons, which will result in them visiting Davy Jones's
locker this day, and their only chance of survival is
to surrender and negotiate over the gold. The naval ship
turned and bolt herself around alongside the pirate ship again,
which had slowed to drift on the tide. An officer
called out from the naval vessel, follow us to the
island Baranthus, where we will negotiate your surrender. Drop your
flag to accept, or we will sink you. Now. After
what seemed like forever, the flag of the pirate ship
dropped and they trailed the naval canyon to the aisles
she had first met William. William insisted she come with him,
along with Captain Bowder and his mate. He felt uneasy
leaving her aboard a ship full of hungry seamen. She
felt conspicuously out of place. Aboard the long rowboat heading
toward the island, twenty marines stood armed either side of
her and William. Catherine still couldn't quite come to terms
with how this all worked. She stepped out of the
boat and once again her feet felt the security of
the golden sand. The negotiations for the surrender were between
Captain Bowden and the pirate. It didn't seem to take
long before the group broke up. Captain Bowden walked back
over the sand towards William and Catherine. He took a
breath before saying, though they have surrendered, we will remove
the trove and the crew from ship for transportation back
to Port Talbot, where they will stand trial. Your new
crew will be installed on your ship once the old
crew has been removed. Do you wish to come now
or wait until the mutineers have been removed? He asked,
I'll wait. Just fire a cannon shot and I'll row out,
William replied. They watched as a single longboat departed the
beach toward the naval galleon. Well, that will take a
few hours for them to move all that gold, he said,
turning to Catherine, his fingers running through her hair. Their
gaze is melting into each other's before they leaned in
and their lips connected. Suddenly, the stress of the day
transformed into passion. Catherine's hands lifted William's shirt and pulled
it over his head, her hands dropping over the firm
muscles of his chest. Her fingers traced scars, her lips
secured over his nipple, biting it gently. She teased it
with her tongue and pleased by the low groans. Leaving
his lips hurriedly, William pulled Catherine's shirt over her head,
breaking his hands over her back. Her head moved back
over his chest, her hands fumbling with the ties on
his pants, eventually releasing them and letting them fall to
the ground. Her hand molding around his hard cock, she
stroked it firmly before pushing him back onto the soft sand,
releasing her own hands. Stepping free, she knelt over William's thighs.
The tension in his strong muscles pushed against her pussy.
Catherine moaned gently, pushing her clip along his thigh, spread
her pleasure up and down his length while she stroked
his erection. William pushed his sigh up against her pussy,
her folds sliding up and down his muscles, her throbbing
with need, pressing her other hand on his chest, clutching
in his hair, trying to steady herself as her orgasm grew.
The sun caressing over her naked breast. The spray of
the sea, kissing her nipples as she raised her head,
her thighs tightening her pussy clutching as she rode along
his thighs, her fingers gripped tighter around his girth, squeezing
him tightly, her moans becoming growls, William's hands grasping her breast,
painfully palming them, massaging them. Suddenly, Catherine felt the control
of her orgasm slip away as she trembled along his legs,
pulling his name as her core trembled violently, her orgasm
exploding through every inch of her body. In the midst
of her climax, Catherine grabbed his cock and guided her
pussy over it, sliding him inside her, still trembling sex
pressing down. The waves of her orgasm rippled along his
girth as sea stretched her lips, the sensation accelerating her orgasm.
She pounded down onto his cock, mercilessly pile driving her
pussy up and down his erection, wave after wave of
orgasm exploding through her body as she clutched at his cock,
with him's fingers digging into her breast, clutching at them
as he bucked against her, driving his cock even deeper,
even harder inside her. Suddenly, his cock exploded with hot
semen filling her pussy, completing her sad satisfaction. Pulling her
pussy off his erection, she secured her lips around his
still pulsing shaft and draining him of every drop of
his cum, Enjoying the taste of their pleasures mixing into one.
William moaned hoarsely as the pulsing slowed. Lifting her head,
she wiped the trace had come from her chin as
she smiled at him, her body glowing with satisfaction. They
lay on the beach, enjoying the warmth of the sun
caressing their bodies. William eventually whispered, I have an idea,
Gatherine just whispered, go on, as her fingers played with
his chest hair. What if I set up a small
community of traders here. We could work with Port Talbot
for protection, but it would be a good stopping off
point for traders that may not want to go through
the legalities of Port Talbot. That sounds like a great idea,
Catherine said, wondering if they could make it real. I
petition the governor as soon as we get to Port Talbot,
William said, his voice drifting off into the dreams of
the future. So I hope you've enjoyed that story. So
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