The effort merely pressed her into her captor’s broad chest and he chuckled low. “I see you wish to play the scene as we did the first time, Clarette.” He threw her up onto his shoulder and jumped aboard the schooner.
The girls were huddled together by the side rail near the helm with Johnny looking over them while Deegan orchestrated the looting of their boat. The Quartermaster’s eyes only left his watch over the women, to nervously scan the horizon for a sign of their approaching crew.
Marsha wiped her eyes and her sobbing voice hitched, “This is fucked up. Who ever heard of pirates using a sailboat and no guns? They have knives and cutlasses, for god’s sakes.” Her watery eyes scanned the deck of the schooner. “And this boat is ancient. It’s not just a replica of an old boat…it is old. There’s no modern navigation, hell, there isn’t even any sign of an engine.”
“They’re French,” Monique shivered. “At least the man who took me was. And some of his terms were extremely old fashioned. He kept calling me Clarette.”
Johnny hissed, “Silence, wenches.” Monique was staring at the frightening man and missed the glance Marsha cast her way.
The woman watched the pirates transfer an unusual assortment of items, mostly gathered from the galley. They did not strip any of the expensive navigation equipment or shining brass fittings, and the woman wondered if they meant to try to tow the vessel behind their old sailboat to sell later. Loud cheers erupted when the pirates discovered the remaining bottles from the case of rum.
Deegan returned to stand near the Quartermaster by the women. He looked down and demanded, “Where is your crew? Where are your men?”
The women looked at each other nervously, and Hannah, trembling, managed, “We are the crew.”
Deegan stared at her for a moment, and then he laughed. “It makes no difference. You will be gone before they return. You should have been more careful than to pay a crew who would abandon you while you slept.”
The Captain turned to the pirates. “That is everything?” The men nodded in agreement, their eyes drifting to the frightened women, and several men rubbed the bulges in their breeches. Deegan ordered, “Scuttle the boat.”
“No,” Hannah shrieked, and Monique, Beth and Suzy joined her in trying to climb back onto the sailboat.
Monique felt an arm wrap under her breasts and easily lift her off the railing of the old boat to deposit her onto the wooden planks of the schooner. The other girls were likewise deposited back, and the pirate captain’s glare pinned them.
They watched as the pirates transferred two crates filled with leaves and dried branches onto their expensive yacht, and place one under the canopy of the helm and one below deck. The dried vegetation was lit and quickly caught the canvas, and thick black smoke billowed from the hatch leading to the galley.
Marsha wiped at her tears and continued her whispered observations. “They’re scuttling the boat with boxes of vegetation instead of some kind of explosive?”
“What the hell difference does it make, Marsha? We’re being kidnapped and they’re sinking our boat,” Thelma cried.
Marsha ignored her and said, “Look what they’re wearing. Seven guys… and not one of them is wearing jeans? Look at those shirts with billowed sleeves… and the buttons look like they’re made from some kind of shell.”
Deegan had been listening and said, “They are made from turtle shells from Tortuga, and are quite durable.”
His white teeth flashed in a smile, splitting his dark beard and mustache. With the crinkled lines around his eyes he was quite handsome, Monique thought, and then she gasped at how her mind could possibly have wandered in that direction.
Deegan was pleased that the young woman
The girls were huddled together by the side rail near the helm with Johnny looking over them while Deegan orchestrated the looting of their boat. The Quartermaster’s eyes only left his watch over the women, to nervously scan the horizon for a sign of their approaching crew.
Marsha wiped her eyes and her sobbing voice hitched, “This is fucked up. Who ever heard of pirates using a sailboat and no guns? They have knives and cutlasses, for god’s sakes.” Her watery eyes scanned the deck of the schooner. “And this boat is ancient. It’s not just a replica of an old boat…it is old. There’s no modern navigation, hell, there isn’t even any sign of an engine.”
“They’re French,” Monique shivered. “At least the man who took me was. And some of his terms were extremely old fashioned. He kept calling me Clarette.”
Johnny hissed, “Silence, wenches.” Monique was staring at the frightening man and missed the glance Marsha cast her way.
The woman watched the pirates transfer an unusual assortment of items, mostly gathered from the galley. They did not strip any of the expensive navigation equipment or shining brass fittings, and the woman wondered if they meant to try to tow the vessel behind their old sailboat to sell later. Loud cheers erupted when the pirates discovered the remaining bottles from the case of rum.
Deegan returned to stand near the Quartermaster by the women. He looked down and demanded, “Where is your crew? Where are your men?”
The women looked at each other nervously, and Hannah, trembling, managed, “We are the crew.”
Deegan stared at her for a moment, and then he laughed. “It makes no difference. You will be gone before they return. You should have been more careful than to pay a crew who would abandon you while you slept.”
The Captain turned to the pirates. “That is everything?” The men nodded in agreement, their eyes drifting to the frightened women, and several men rubbed the bulges in their breeches. Deegan ordered, “Scuttle the boat.”
“No,” Hannah shrieked, and Monique, Beth and Suzy joined her in trying to climb back onto the sailboat.
Monique felt an arm wrap under her breasts and easily lift her off the railing of the old boat to deposit her onto the wooden planks of the schooner. The other girls were likewise deposited back, and the pirate captain’s glare pinned them.
They watched as the pirates transferred two crates filled with leaves and dried branches onto their expensive yacht, and place one under the canopy of the helm and one below deck. The dried vegetation was lit and quickly caught the canvas, and thick black smoke billowed from the hatch leading to the galley.
Marsha wiped at her tears and continued her whispered observations. “They’re scuttling the boat with boxes of vegetation instead of some kind of explosive?”
“What the hell difference does it make, Marsha? We’re being kidnapped and they’re sinking our boat,” Thelma cried.
Marsha ignored her and said, “Look what they’re wearing. Seven guys… and not one of them is wearing jeans? Look at those shirts with billowed sleeves… and the buttons look like they’re made from some kind of shell.”
Deegan had been listening and said, “They are made from turtle shells from Tortuga, and are quite durable.”
His white teeth flashed in a smile, splitting his dark beard and mustache. With the crinkled lines around his eyes he was quite handsome, Monique thought, and then she gasped at how her mind could possibly have wandered in that direction.
Deegan was pleased that the young woman
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