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Last Voyage of The Henrietta Bone

An age when the world as we knew it was smaller, and there were lands still not discovered. An age where the sea washed upon distant shores. It was no longer thought of as a square.

It, a majestic ship, constructed from the finest wood in the forest. Designed for transporting goods, or doing naval battle. Built with three masts, each towering a hundred feet, and it with a fuselage of over forty cannons. A slow behemoth, of strong oak. Lumber that had been dragged to the water's edge and built with sweat and hands. Sealed tight by rope and pitch. It was audacious, and showed little respect for an enemy-ship, to sight its sails.

Now under sail of the winds, from Tortuga to Spain laden with goods to sell and barter. A voyage of several weeks. Tortuga, a port of call for pirates, swashbucklers, heathens and prostitutes. It was a safe-haven for those willing to pay the gold, in exchange for not answering questions. At any one time, ships of many flags dropped anchor. Rum and carnal knowledge was sought most frequently.

Her benefactor, a textile merchant, had given her all she could possess and paid a merchant to see her safely to Spain. He thought she would be in good watch and protected. His eyes closed in final sleep before her departure.

Not that the fat old merchant was any young girl's dream, but in his way, he had been good to her. She was schooled by Catholic sisters, with even basic English. Her own apartments in his house, fine gowns, jewelry, the finest food and wines and best of all he had only bothered her, but once or twice a week. But when he did visit with her, she almost had to leave her own body and try not to think about how his body disgusted her. She was a beautiful girl who was quite shapely and quite stunning to look at.

The life of a kept woman wasn't all that bad, when she had her alone times. Sex with him was an inquisition without pleasure. But, he did take her away from the life of being a whore. The joke in town was that 'The Barber's Chair' had fucked the old merchant to death. Let them laugh! Died indeed he had, but he had provided for her, leaving her a treasure chest of silver and instructions for one of his captains to transport her to Mother Spain. There she would live like a true lady.

Her virginity, no longer a question, she would acquiesce in return for favors of poetic quotes from her would be suitors. Often gifting them with her velvet alabaster flesh and sweet spot of cunt. Raising her skirt and giving naughty peeks of her womanhood, as men gathered about her, as if common curs.

Before sailing, she sought a priest, for her own salivation. One can assume that fellatio was a basic staple, when she visited confessional, since the clergy had their own peccadillos. She performed her penance well.

The ship was two weeks out and she was still sea-sick. The rolling, rocking motion of the Galleon made her nauseous. Often heaving raw bile into her chamber pot, which also served as her bathing tub, when water was rationed from the barrels below deck. It was on short supply and could go bad and cause dysentery. This is why there was so much beer and rum on board ships. It was to make the water taste better and last longer.

She tried to avoid lecherous, hungry glances of the crew. Their teeth yellow, and their gums shrunken with signs of scurvy. She confined herself to the tiny little cabin assigned to her. Not that they would have dared. Even so, she kept a small dagger tucked into the top of her silk stocking.

The "Badger One-Eye" an ivory carved phallus she kept in her silk purse for auspicious occasions. She favored this as if it were a jewel, often reclining with it as she dreamed of amorous rendezvous. Perhaps, being in one's arms, being sweetly caressed, showing her softer side. But, in this age, one could not be weak. The smooth texture of the prosthesis, doing her well, as it brought on silent shakes.

The captain's obesity and the humidity, causing a perpetual perspiration, as the mosquitoes feasted on his blood. When fucking, him she would close her eyes and roll her rosary in her hand. His penis when in retraction would hide beneath his belly-fat when the détente ended with a sporadic gush of his cum. The Badger could have served her, just as well. "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned..."

The crew really didn't take care for themselves. Very little space, for breathing or personal hygiene. The stench was inhumane. His breath was awful and his clothes were very frumpy because he was on the heavier side. When they would have intercourse, he would practically crush her each time, with his pockmarked truncheon of a cock. Then pull up his britches, wipe his nose and forgot about her, until the next urge.

Whoring had its advantages and assets, that bequeath to her a game of folly. She loved to possess a would-be stud's mind. Making him succumb to her sexual webs and grins, as she heaved her hips up high, beneath a jouster.

Lola Martinique emerged from the little cabin to take the air on deck. She walked to the stern of the vessel and watched the porpoises dive and gambol in the white wake of the ship. She pulled her linen shawl around her shoulders, covering her ample cleavage which showed a partial of nipple, ignoring the lewd sidelong glances of the seamen. She was very attractive and all men were always looking at her in every direction. She was quite used to this in her life.

"Tits as full as mainsails in the wind," one matelot groaned as the others sniggered. To the devil with them. Lola shook her long dark curled hair on her shoulders and thrust out her chest.

"Let them look. Let them dream."

She was done with their kind. Her whoring days were over. She was now going to be embarking on becoming a lady.

A Fata Morgana, an image on the distant horizon. Through the spyglass it appeared to be an approaching ship.

"Hombre los cañones," The captain gave orders to man the cannons. "Prepárate para la batalla, get ready for battle, God save the Queen."

It was sleek, a two mast brigantine, built for speed. Weather worn but sturdy. With twenty cannons, port and starboard. Flying an ensign of the Skull and Crossbones. Supporting no sovereign entity. Pirates. Her cannons built close to the water-line to disable other ships.

"Surrender ye goods 'n save ye faith cap'n oh cap'n 'o th' Spanish navy." The pirate captain, called out when broadside of the much larger ship. "No harm gunna come if peacefully ye hand over ye treasure 'n spiced rum without a roarin' 'o th' cannon. If not surrender, prepare to take ye prayers 'n bones to th' bottom 'o th' sea. Lay anchor 'n live to crack Jenny's tea cup (visit a whore house) another day."

The Spaniard knew enough English, that it would be treason to hand over Her Majesty's ship without engaging in battle. It was gobbledygook, but he got gist of it.

Lola, was nervous, and frightened. The galleon was to be under siege. The pirates seeking treasures, using intimidation through threats as the Captain ordered. "DISPARA LAS DIEZ EN SU FLANCO," fire the ten pounders into the flank of the pirate vessel.

As the ships exchanged cannon blasts and as the firing progressed, the fight continued as the sky turned to dusk. The salty air smelling of death as the mame lay injured and crying out for help. She started worrying about her safety. There was blood and human limbs spread across the deck. There was sign of a fire aboard ship, as smoke rose from the "hold," swirling like a vortex,

where the cannon powder was stored.

During the ravaging heat of battle, her flesh became darken due to the spent ashes of powder. The bodice of her blouse, torn and exposing her ripened breasts. Disrobing to her petticoats, she eased over the side of the anchored Galleon, and swam to the pirate ship, the Henrietta Bone. But not before filling her leather purse with scraps of bread and the Badger.

The few yards of water was freezing and she was exhausted. She hoisted herself aboard by the use of a hanging rope. Then found hidden safety inside a lifeboat on the pirate ship. She would lay there until she caught back her breath, hoping to find a safer place to hide.

She couldn't go back to her ship, because she feared it would either sink or burn. She hoped she could stowaway on the pirate ship and when they went to their next port she'd leave and start her new life. She just hoped she wouldn't be found out. Pirates were usually thieves and crooks. What they took was called plunder, shared by all, with the pirate Captain getting the largest share.

The lifeboat was large and she could stretch out so nobody could see her. The crew were too busy fighting and living. The cannons echoing into the night. Then there was a silence, as if a soothing balm easing the pain of the crying dying.

There was no time for modesty as she climbed out of the lifeboat and looked around the ship quietly. Almost as if a ghost ship, with a spillage of blood, the crew too busy battling to notice her, in her frighten cold skin. She stepped out of the life boat and almost fell over a cadaver with a half-severed genitalia, cut into by shrapnel.

She noticed a door that was semi-opened. She peeked in and noticed it was little room that stored the ships booze. There was rum, wine, and blackberry brandy. Lola walked into the room and shut the door. She opened some of the brandy and drank some of it. She drank enough brandy where she felt light headed. For a few moments, she let go of her dire straights as her bosom swelled.

She was dancing and having a good time. Without warning, the door opened and a tall attractive man walked in. He looked at Lola surprised and not sure how she had gotten on his ship. Lola smiled and looked nervously into his eyes.

"What do we have here, a stowaway? How th' hell did ye get onto me ship? Ye do be knowin' it extra dangerous fer ye to be here? Who be ye 'n how did ye get here? I notice ye even drinkin' me drink."

"I'm sorry, sir. My name is Lola Martinique. I am sailing on the Galleon, the boat which you are currently in battle with. They're taking me to Spain. There was so much blood and gore on my ship I needed to find safety. I assure you, I'm not here to rob you. I will pay for what I have drank."

"I should take ye to th' side 'o th' ship 'n make ye walk th' plank 'n grow barnacles in th' deep."

"Please sir, do not kill me! Maybe, we could work out something."

"What be ye sayin', dear lass. What could ye offer me?"

"I could offer you myself. I was a whore and know how to service men properly."

The pirate looked her over and was delighted with what he saw. "That be a noble profession fer th' likes 'o ye, pretty lass."

She was tall like himself with a curvy body. She had beautiful breasts which he could see because of her torn slips. She had brown long hair which was curly and brown doe-shaped eyes. Her lips were red and her complexion was fair.

"Ah, ye make me cock swell, 'neath me britches, lass."

If she was offering himself to her, he would certainly allow that. He just had to be very sure that his crew did not hear them. He wouldn't want the girl to be in any danger. They were at sea for a while and had not been in the company of women. They would enjoy wallowing her cunt.

He pulled the girl closely and held her in a tight embrace. He looked deeply into her eyes and kissed her softly on her lips. He could taste the blackberry brandy on her lips. He pushed his tongue into her mouth. Their tongues did a slow tango. His hands pulled her slips up high. He played with her sweet spot. She was very warm and wet in her private spot.

The girl moaned while he took charge of her body. Their kisses were getting harder and deeper. She broke away from him. It was time to pleasure him. She was terrified of him making her walk the plank. She would have to put on her best performance. She had experience in this department. Years of being a whore. She learned from the very best. The friars, and nuns, that were left behind.

The pirate removed his scabbard which housed his sword and put it down on the barrel. Lola knelt and unbuttoned his trousers. She pulled them down to his boot. She held his cock in her hand and jerked and tugged at it. She thought the captain was very good looking. He was a breath of fresh air compared to the leeches on the boat she was on.

He was dressed well and was charming. She wondered what his story was about. He seemed very nice for a pirate and Lola was going to make sure he was happy. She was quite skilled in performing fellatio.

She moved her hands up and down his cock. He got hard rather fast. He was enjoying her efforts. She opened her sweet mouth and took his cock down her throat. The captain was enjoying her efforts. He could tell she was quite good with this. He was cursing and moaning and enjoying the pleasure she was giving to him. He couldn't help not being loud. He hoped his crew would not hear him.

"Ye do me devil 'o a cock proud, lass. Lick it at six o'clock," meaning under the shaft.

The pleasure she was giving him was nothing like he had ever felt before. The captain was losing his balance while the girl sucked his dick up and down. His knees became weak and he felt dizzy with pleasure.

"Nick (devil) has brandish me cock wit' a stiffy, lass,"

He moaned and groaned and pumped her mouth hard with his dick. He needed to come and let out a loud moan and blasted her mouth with a pile of his junk. The girl swallowed it down and continued sucking hard on his cock.

"Blessed Saint, whar did ye learn to suck me williker like 'tis?"

While Lola was servicing she captain, the crew were in the hallway and heard noises coming from the room where Lola and the captain were.

**

"Cap'n! We be comin' in. We hear voices. be ye safe?

The Captain shouted, everything was steady. " Get back to ye stations 'n gift th' Spanish hell, wit' th' cannon."

With that, the crew barged into the room and saw Lola on the floor with the captain's dick down her throat.

"If she be a beast 'o a mongrel scurvy pirate to pillage our chest, then she be cast to sea dragons. What be ye title?"

"My name is Lola Martinique. I mean you no harm. I just needed to find safety from my ship that is burning or may sink."

"Would ye be 'o mind to share ye cunny wit' a rogue such as we?"

"She be wit' me, ye rascals."

The men didn't listen to the captain. They were drunk and horny and wanted to have a little fun with the young girl. They would show her a great time and then they would fuck her brains out. The men helped Lola to her feet. They carried her off to the main deck. The captain was worried that they would hurt her. He really liked the girl and worried about her safety.

Lola was not scared of the men. She had been in orgies with lots of men before. She was a whore a while back and figured she'd do what they asked her to do. She had to do a good job, fearing that they would throw her overboard.

They gave the girl brandy and danced with her. They wanted to make sure she was drunk before they had their way with her. They were telling her jokes and singing and having a great time. They wanted her to feel comfortable before having sex with her.

"Pleasure us lass 'n ye gunna not toe th' plank to th' briny."

There were at least eight crew members. The crew undressed and stood naked. Lola knelt and sucked each man. Moving her lips up and down like playing a fife. Then gravitating to another scrotum and cock. Salivating as her mouth drooled and swallowed their spunk. Her nipples hard like barnacle stones, as the crew was ready to mount her.

Using her like a block of wood, they sawed their cocks into her cunt. In her mind, hoping it would be over soon, as she became sore. It was no different than when she was a whore, just more at one time.

"'Tis be th' the hour to plug ye rump 'n bang th' strumpets, wee lass," as a pirate spat on his palm and rubbed his spit long her asshole and pushed his cock into her ass. She felt as if a broiled hog as her mouth was stuffed with a crooked cock-shank stretching her jowls.

She moaned in pleasure making it seem as authentic as she could. She hoped she'd see the captain again. He was attractive and seemed kind. She just wanted to get back in his arms again. They took turns fucking her in groups. Her body was being used and abused. They blasted her several times with their come. They fucked her most of the night.

"She be rode well, 'tis wench sent from heaven as we do battle."

When they were done, they returned to their stations as she lay on the quilt. The captain picked up Lola in his arms and took her back to his quarters. She was exhausted and her body was limp.

"I be sorry lass, I did not wish 'tis to happen. They be a wicked lot. I gunna ye warm bath."

The captain made a warm bath for the girl. He washed her hair and body in the tub. He sang sweet songs to her and assured her he would protect her.

"I gunna take ye whar ye need be, Lola Martinque. I be cap'n Edwardo Pierce."

The captain wrapped the towel around Lola and brought her over to his bed. He placed her on the bed and told her stories until she fell asleep. He undressed and they both went to bed until morning light.

In the morning, Lola woke up and smiled at Edwardo. She owed him her life. She needed to pleasure him and make him happy again. She kissed his lips softly while their hands explored each other's bodies. He played with her warm pussy. She lay still on the bed. Her legs were opened wide. Edwardo knelt down and pulled the girl to his face and licked at her womanly folds. He moved his tongue all around her pink pussy. She wrapped her legs around his neck while he feasted on her cunt. Lola moaned out and came on the captain's tongue.

He went over to the bed and held her. He was on top of her and slid his cock into her warm cunt. They moved together on the bed while he pumped his dick deeper and harder inside of her pussy. They kissed while they made love together. He shot his come deep inside of her pussy.

"Lola, I would love for you to stay on my ship and be with me. I will guard you with my life."

Lola smiled at Edwardo. They shared kisses and held each other on the bed.

"I would love to stay here with you."

"Perhaps when we get to the next port, we could marry. I will never leave your side again."

Lola was pleased and happy. She finally would be with somebody she loved. In her Sh-Boom, her dreams come true.

The Spanish Galleon lay waster and barely afloat.
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