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The Pirettes Of Ocracoke
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I hate when this happens...
Tree
Don't worry, gentle reader. It's just the moderators talking about things that we lesser mortals cannot possibly understand...
Repertor
Artifex Imaginum
Don't worry, gentle reader. It's just the moderators talking about things that we lesser mortals cannot possibly understand...
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windar
Teller of Tales
What? You think DP isn't really a pirate? You haven't been paying attention have you? Not even the fine Criminal Defense Division of Dewey Cheatham and Howe can get her out of this one.
You really haven't been paying attention. Look, I know Barb is a prima donna, but I decided that for once she needed to be in a story in a mere supporting role. But that doesn't mean she isn't in it..
windar
Teller of Tales
April 29, 1717. Off of Charleston
“Cap’n! Cap’n Eula!” cried the crew member on watch in the crow’s nest. “Ship ahoy!”
I had never wanted to be Captain of the Clitoris, responsible for the ship and its crew. But that had been the clear desire of our beloved Dark Princess, a wish re-iterated in the document she wrote on the day before Windar had her hung, said document having been delivered to me a few months later, by Mary, Windar’s former slave, now a valued member of our crew.
“Steady as she goes, girls,” I ordered. “We wait until she passes downwind, then we pounce.” This was a tactic much used by our late leader. When the time came, I gave the order to attack, and attack we did, swiftly and decisively. Our target, the Fair Winds, was unprepared and surrendered without much of a fight.
I summoned its Captain aboard the Clitoris. “Good, sir,” I told him, “You have on your ship but one thing, or rather one person, we seek. We have been informed that Mister Windar, the former Governor of the Province of North Carolina is a passenger on your vessel (for so Madame Messaline had told us). Hand him over, along with his effects, and your ship and all others aboard may continue on your way to England. It is he, and he alone, that we have business with.”
The Captain seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Aye, he is a troublesome soul, that one. Barely out of port and he is already complaining about the size of his quarters and the food. You may have him and good riddance to him.” I sent him to have Windar brought aboard the Clitoris, and once that was accomplished I sent the Fair Winds on its way, wishing them Godspeed.
Windar looked quite nonplussed to be at our mercy. He was probably not under any illusions that we wished him well. “First, I will have your purse, sir,” I ordered.
“What purse?” he asked. He was a very poor liar.
“Come, come, we know you are carrying the money you extorted from our late Captain to use to support yourself in luxury back in England. I shall have it now.” Reluctantly, he reached into his side pocket, extracted a cloth bag and handed it to me. “Now, we need to be sure you do not have more treasure secreted upon your person. Remove your clothes, as you had the Dark Princess remove hers.”
“In front of all you ladies? Surely that is not a sight for your delicate eyes,” he protested.
“Bah, we’ve all seen worse,” I said. I wasn’t sure that was the case, but no matter. “Now be quick about it.” He began removing his clothing, continuing until he stood completely nude before us, a symbol of a dissipated life if there ever were one.
Clara made to search his discarded garments. “Nothing of any worth in here, Cap’n.”
“Well then, Windar, there remains nothing but for us to extract our revenge upon your worthless body for the tortures you inflicted on our Princess. Seize him up to the grating girls!”
Several crew members came forward to quickly rig the grating and tie Windar to it. While that was being done, I extracted the cat o’ nine tails from its bag and swished it loudly through the air, so that Windar would know what was coming. Once all was ready, I looked to the Heavens and announced, “This is for you, Dark Princess,” and swung hard, striking Windar viciously across his shoulders. Then, I struck again.
I have seen many crew members, men and women, flogged in my time at sea, but never have I seen one break as easily as Windar. By the third stroke, he was howling and begging for mercy. I continued until I had given him six, then passed the whip to Tash. On and on it went, Tash giving him six, then passing the whip to Barbara, who passed it to another woman to continue the retribution. Windar’s howls and screams were so hideous, I had to cover my ears.
Finally, once ten or so of the crew had avenged themselves with a half dozen each upon his back and buttocks, I called a halt. “Turn him around,” I ordered. The crew hastened to fasten him facing outwards from the grating, his front now exposed for the whip. I handed the whip to Mary, his former slave. “Strike him where you wish; no part of his loathsome body is off limits.”
You can well imagine where she chose to deliver her lashes-dead across his manhood, such as it was. The screams were beyond description. Finally, I decided enough was enough and ordered Windar untied. Once he was freed from the grating, still sobbing and moaning, Tash stepped forward and extracted her dagger from her belt. She grasped his right arm, turned him around and in a quick motion, carved a small bit of flesh from his battered buttocks and threw it overboard.
“That’ll whet the sharks’ appetite,” she told him, cackling with delight. “They’ll be waiting hungrily for the rest of you.”
Unsheathing her cutlass, Tash prodded him towards the stern of the ship, where a long plank hung well out over the edge. “Up there you miserable excuse for a man,” she ordered, digging the point of the sword into his lower back.
Windar mounted the plank, protesting the whole way about how this was a disgraceful way to treat a Governor and how we would all hang. “Walk,” Tash ordered. He moved to the end of the plank. As he waited, suspended over the water, she grabbed an oar from one of the boats and gave him a mighty shove, pushing him off the plank, sending him tumbling towards the ocean.
The sharks were grabbing for him before he even hit the water. Within a mere moment, nothing was left but some blood in the water. “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” I shouted, “Arrggh!”
“Arrggh!” the crew replied.
THE END
“Cap’n! Cap’n Eula!” cried the crew member on watch in the crow’s nest. “Ship ahoy!”
I had never wanted to be Captain of the Clitoris, responsible for the ship and its crew. But that had been the clear desire of our beloved Dark Princess, a wish re-iterated in the document she wrote on the day before Windar had her hung, said document having been delivered to me a few months later, by Mary, Windar’s former slave, now a valued member of our crew.
“Steady as she goes, girls,” I ordered. “We wait until she passes downwind, then we pounce.” This was a tactic much used by our late leader. When the time came, I gave the order to attack, and attack we did, swiftly and decisively. Our target, the Fair Winds, was unprepared and surrendered without much of a fight.
I summoned its Captain aboard the Clitoris. “Good, sir,” I told him, “You have on your ship but one thing, or rather one person, we seek. We have been informed that Mister Windar, the former Governor of the Province of North Carolina is a passenger on your vessel (for so Madame Messaline had told us). Hand him over, along with his effects, and your ship and all others aboard may continue on your way to England. It is he, and he alone, that we have business with.”
The Captain seemed to ponder this for a moment. “Aye, he is a troublesome soul, that one. Barely out of port and he is already complaining about the size of his quarters and the food. You may have him and good riddance to him.” I sent him to have Windar brought aboard the Clitoris, and once that was accomplished I sent the Fair Winds on its way, wishing them Godspeed.
Windar looked quite nonplussed to be at our mercy. He was probably not under any illusions that we wished him well. “First, I will have your purse, sir,” I ordered.
“What purse?” he asked. He was a very poor liar.
“Come, come, we know you are carrying the money you extorted from our late Captain to use to support yourself in luxury back in England. I shall have it now.” Reluctantly, he reached into his side pocket, extracted a cloth bag and handed it to me. “Now, we need to be sure you do not have more treasure secreted upon your person. Remove your clothes, as you had the Dark Princess remove hers.”
“In front of all you ladies? Surely that is not a sight for your delicate eyes,” he protested.
“Bah, we’ve all seen worse,” I said. I wasn’t sure that was the case, but no matter. “Now be quick about it.” He began removing his clothing, continuing until he stood completely nude before us, a symbol of a dissipated life if there ever were one.
Clara made to search his discarded garments. “Nothing of any worth in here, Cap’n.”
“Well then, Windar, there remains nothing but for us to extract our revenge upon your worthless body for the tortures you inflicted on our Princess. Seize him up to the grating girls!”
Several crew members came forward to quickly rig the grating and tie Windar to it. While that was being done, I extracted the cat o’ nine tails from its bag and swished it loudly through the air, so that Windar would know what was coming. Once all was ready, I looked to the Heavens and announced, “This is for you, Dark Princess,” and swung hard, striking Windar viciously across his shoulders. Then, I struck again.
I have seen many crew members, men and women, flogged in my time at sea, but never have I seen one break as easily as Windar. By the third stroke, he was howling and begging for mercy. I continued until I had given him six, then passed the whip to Tash. On and on it went, Tash giving him six, then passing the whip to Barbara, who passed it to another woman to continue the retribution. Windar’s howls and screams were so hideous, I had to cover my ears.
Finally, once ten or so of the crew had avenged themselves with a half dozen each upon his back and buttocks, I called a halt. “Turn him around,” I ordered. The crew hastened to fasten him facing outwards from the grating, his front now exposed for the whip. I handed the whip to Mary, his former slave. “Strike him where you wish; no part of his loathsome body is off limits.”
You can well imagine where she chose to deliver her lashes-dead across his manhood, such as it was. The screams were beyond description. Finally, I decided enough was enough and ordered Windar untied. Once he was freed from the grating, still sobbing and moaning, Tash stepped forward and extracted her dagger from her belt. She grasped his right arm, turned him around and in a quick motion, carved a small bit of flesh from his battered buttocks and threw it overboard.
“That’ll whet the sharks’ appetite,” she told him, cackling with delight. “They’ll be waiting hungrily for the rest of you.”
Unsheathing her cutlass, Tash prodded him towards the stern of the ship, where a long plank hung well out over the edge. “Up there you miserable excuse for a man,” she ordered, digging the point of the sword into his lower back.
Windar mounted the plank, protesting the whole way about how this was a disgraceful way to treat a Governor and how we would all hang. “Walk,” Tash ordered. He moved to the end of the plank. As he waited, suspended over the water, she grabbed an oar from one of the boats and gave him a mighty shove, pushing him off the plank, sending him tumbling towards the ocean.
The sharks were grabbing for him before he even hit the water. Within a mere moment, nothing was left but some blood in the water. “Good riddance to bad rubbish!” I shouted, “Arrggh!”
“Arrggh!” the crew replied.
THE END
windar
Teller of Tales
And so ends our tale of the Pirettes of Ocracoke. I thank all who have read and commented and particularly those who have contributed images, especially Repertor, Jollyrei and Tree. With the help of Madiosi, many of these will be included in the ebook.
My goal was to have a rollicking adventure that was fun, yet did not spare the torture and suffering. I hope I achieved that, at least to some extent.
So what of the brave crew members who remain? The Clitoris is still intact (thank goodness) and there are still plenty of ships in these waters with rich cargoes to plunder and important persons to take hostage. Will our pirettes carry on? Well, there is a new Governor, replacing the late, unlamented Windar. Will he be less corrupt and cruel? He certainly won’t be more. So what happens next, I cannot say, at least not right now.
Again, thanks, and the ebook should be available shortly.
My goal was to have a rollicking adventure that was fun, yet did not spare the torture and suffering. I hope I achieved that, at least to some extent.
So what of the brave crew members who remain? The Clitoris is still intact (thank goodness) and there are still plenty of ships in these waters with rich cargoes to plunder and important persons to take hostage. Will our pirettes carry on? Well, there is a new Governor, replacing the late, unlamented Windar. Will he be less corrupt and cruel? He certainly won’t be more. So what happens next, I cannot say, at least not right now.
Again, thanks, and the ebook should be available shortly.
windar
Teller of Tales
Well done, windar! Splendid romp through the Carolina seas.
Now all you have to do is address Eul's disappointment that she wasn't the one fed to the sharks in the end.
If you think she's disappointed, imagine how the sharks feel...
Tricia
Governor
I'm starting to love pirates!!! Nice pictures.Only one more night.One does wonder if the intrepid Pirettes will obey her orders and stay away, or if, even now, they are sailing hard to try to save her, ready to fight and possibly die for their captured leader...
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...or maybe they're up to something else.
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Look! I think I found it!
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Tricia
Governor
Someone's going to have some fun and I don't think it's going to be Dark Princess.
Tricia
Governor
Nothing Personal???
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
windar
Teller of Tales
Dorothy-You won't be cold for long. The inside of the shark's belly will warm you up.
Look, Windar, if you think you can just toss any scum to the sharks without consequences you are sadly mistaken...
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
Thank You Mr Tree , But I Know You Love Me Really
I was referring to Governor Windar... You, dear Dorothy, are quite acceptable shark food...
windar
Teller of Tales
Sharks are generally not known for their discerning palates...
Dorothy Brown
Brown Sugar
That Attachment is The Jolly Roger out in the
Caribbean is`nt it, by the look of the video`s
girls love to walk the plank
