Author’s note-I can honestly say I’m pissed Stacie’s fate was what it was. She was the sweetest girl ever. This story is literally the saddest story I ever wrote for Literotica.

And I didn’t want Devon to make the Black Person Dies First thing a reality for this story, but that’s how it went. Everyone else had more importance to the plot than Devon did. He had to go first.

This is the last chapter of the story.

Make sure to comment on what you thought about the story, which characters were your favorites and why, favorite pairings, etc. Do this if you truly loved Shady Ship.

All characters in this story are at least eighteen years old.

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“The gold was real all along.” Irene said as the containers filled with gold remained open.

The eighteen-year old girls were inside the ship’s bridge, Jenna cherishing the fact Devon’s death wasn’t in vain.

Irene laughed, the girl filled with a glee that made Jenna laugh herself.

“Your happiness makes me happier.” Jenna said before reaching for a gold bar, which was as enticing as Devon had been.

Irene slapped Jenna’s hand. She said, “Stop. We can’t get our excited fingers on it first. Let’s see if there’s a boat outside we can use to load the gold onto. And escape, of course.”

Jenna nodded.

“Right,” she said, facing Irene.

Irene closed the container, lifted her rifle from the floor, aimed.

“Irene, what the fuck?!” Jenna said, her heart pounding at an quick pace as her friend kept her gun trained on her face. “I’m your friend! And I did nothing bad to you! Put the gun down!”

Jenna raised her arms, as if it would prevent Irene from putting a bullet in her brain.

The blonde had to return to Stacie, give her a sweet hug, give her a precious kiss.

“Know what I had to do to get this far?” Irene said, her voice trembling. “I had to make sure no one could even touch this gold. This gold is more important than you, Stacie, everyone.”

Jenna gritted her teeth, shook her head.

Her best friend wouldn’t kill a puppy if someone offered her a billion dollars to do it.

Stacie did not deserve death.

“Don’t kill Stacie. She’s the sweetest person ever.” Jenna said, her pistol in her right pants pocket. If Irene could turn her back on her, the blonde could put a bullet in the back of her head. “And this is stupid, Irene. I’m one of your good friends. I love you.”

“It’s your fault Stacie got sick. You wanted Devon’s cock. You were a whore, so you sent your best friend to get sick.” Irene said, which Jenna didn’t comment on. “That Black cock better had been the best cock you ever had.”

“It was.” Jenna could’ve said but didn’t.

“It’s okay. You’ll be with him after you meet God.” Irene said before giving Jenna a nod. “Now, walk outside.”

Jenna walked outside, Irene keeping the rifle pointed at the back of her head.

Wind whipped at Jenna’s long, blond hair, warm.

The stairs ascending to the platform had no monster occupying it. No one was there to rescue Jenna.

She turned her head to the darkness-dominated sky.

No cloud occupied the sky.

“Beautiful night, despite everything that occured.” Irene said. “Put your hands on the railing.”

Jenna took a few quick steps forward, gripped the railing’s metal.

Irene intended on murdering her, but it was not impossible to make the Italian girl spare the blonde.

The first boy who had pushed his cock into Irene’s pussy was someone Jenna introduced to Irene.

“I’m the reason you had sex for the first time. And he was a good guy, Irene.” Jenna said, hoping her words were enough to prevent her death.

Irene laughed.

“He was a good fuck,” she said.

“Yeah. I’m glad he dated you for a bit more, too.” Jenna said.

“Me too, Jen. But I’m still going to kill you. You’ll die, but I’ll be wealthy forever. And my dad will love me a lot more than he does now.”

Her hands raised, Jenna said, “I know you want to keep making him proud, but do you think he’ll be proud of what you’re doing right now?”

Sixteen seconds passed.

Jenna took a deep breath, hoping she wouldn’t die.

Tears leaked from her eyes.

Irene not shooting her yet, Jenna said, “I really love you, Irene. And if you don’t kill me, I promise I won’t stop being your friend. I’m still your friend.”

One second passed.

“Jenna.” Irene said. She took a trembling breath. “I can’t let everything I did be for nothing. I’m always going to regret this.”

Jenna shut her eyes, filled her mind with Stacie.

“Don’t kill Stacie. No matter what,” she said, accepting her soon-to-be death. But she didn’t intend on having Stacie die on the ship. “Please.”

“I won’t kill her. I promise.” Irene said.

Jenna released an relieved sigh, as if Irene wasn’t close to firing a bullet into her skull. The blonde said, “Thank you.”

Roaring.

Jenna opened her eyes, turned.

A glow emitted from Irene’s rifle’s flashlight, the light touching the name written on the illuminated monster’s forehead.

“Tucker.” Irene said, directing her words to the red monster, who was as bald as the other monsters.

Tucker bared his sharp teeth at Irene, did the same to Jenna, focused on Irene, no longer recognizable as Tucker.

He moved the rest of his towering body off the stairs, stood upright.

Jenna pulled her pistol from her pants pocket, her mouth gaping open a bit.

Tucker roared.

“I had to do it, Tucker. I’m sorry.” Irene said, keeping her rifle trained on the boy, who was now a savage monster.

Jenna aimed.

After Jenna’s last boyfriend had ended his relationship with her, Tucker made her a chocolate cake, kissed her head as she ate it in his family’s kitchen.

Tucker was no longer someone who would bake Jenna a cake before kissing her head.

The boy had tried having sex with Jenna against her will, but all past resentment for Tucker fleed the blonde’s body as she viewed the true monster he now was.

The monstrous Tucker slashed Irene’s gun.

Dropping to the floor in two separate pieces, the rifle remained useless.

Irene scurried into the bridge.

Tucker pursued her, focusing on her and not Jenna.

Staring through a window belonging to the bridge, Jenna observed as Tucker rammed his clawed hand into Irene’s back.

Irene’s mouth gaped open.

Jenna covered her own mouth with her hand.

She rushed into the room, aware she was Tucker’s next target.

Naked, Tucker pulled his hand out Irene’s body, turned to Jenna.

Three rifle bullets shattered his skull, ending his monstrous life.

Her pistol aimed, having been prepared to kill Tucker, Jenna took heavy breaths.

“I’m Rachel, the owner of that gold,” a woman said, armed with a rifle, which she pointed at Jenna. “Step away.”

Jenna took quick steps away, not intending on having another person try turning her into a murder victim.

She stepped past Tucker’s dead body, kneeled beside Irene, flipped her onto her back.

Irene grabbed Jenna’s hand. She smiled before saying, “I deserved this, didn’t I?”

Jenna shook her head, Irene’s good friend always.

“Help me take my glasses off.” Irene said.

Both girls used their free hands to remove Irene’s glasses.

When her glasses rested on the floor, Irene said, “Honestly, this is the best alternative. Karma came around.”

“You can probably survive this, I.” Jenna said before moving Irene into a sitting position.

“No. I’m going to die. I deserve to be deceased.” Irene said as Jenna gripped her arms, the Italian wearing Tucker’s coat, his beanie. “Let me be with Tucker. I love you. And I’m sorry.”

“Irene, stand up. Come on.” Jenna said.

Irene’s eyes stopped moving.

Jenna lied Irene on her back, being gentle as she did the deed.

She sobbed with as her ears caught a furious roar.

With Irene dead, Jenna had no friends left. The other person in the room with her seemed far from kind as she wielded a rifle while training her eyes on a gold-filled container.

“No friends left, I see.” Rachel said before shaking her head. “You’re exactly like me, Jenna. Since you weren’t exactly as rude as some of your friends were, I’ll let you live. But you’re going to have to get the fuck off my ship.”

Jenna stood. She said, “But all my friends died for that gold.”

Rachel glared, turned her head to the ceiling, as if Jenna was her daughter who wouldn’t stop pestering her.

The woman turned her head to Jenna, her red hair glowing in the bridge’s lights.

“And you won’t have to die like your friends. Appreciate that fact.” Rachel said the moment before the monster’s roar sounded closer. “Or I’ll have to quickly kill you before killing what’s coming.”

Jenna prepared to take aim on Rachel, willing to kill the woman for the gold that had brought her immense grief.

Rachel pointed her rifle.

Jenna cursed before moving while Rachel unleashed bullets.

“Come on, Jenna! It still doesn’t have to end this way!” Rachel said as Jenna took cover behind a machine.

Jenna didn’t stop gripping her pistol.

Her breaths left her body in heavy pants, warm adrenaline flowing through her as Rachel hunted her, the redhead not too different from the monsters.

A roar sounded.

Rachel unleashed her bullets again, despite Jenna not being in her view.

A red creature was in the room, but Jenna couldn’t see it.

If she could use the monster as a distraction, Jenna could try firing a bullet into Rachel.

She peeked over the machine.

A red monster darted in the area Rachel stood in, avoiding the woman’s bullets. When the naked, bald creature stopped moving for a brief moment, Jenna trained her eyes on its breasts.

Jenna remained peeking, monster breasts fascinating her as she stared with a pistol in her hand.

She gasped when she spotted the crucifix necklace against the monster’s neck.

Stacie.

“My girl.” Jenna said.

Stacie was a monster, no longer human, but that fact failed at making Jenna view Stacie as someone who deserved less love.

Rachel slammed her rifle against Stacie’s monster face, making her emit a loud whine, turned to Jenna at an quick pace, ready to kill the girl.

Stacie ripped into Rachel with her sharp teeth.

Jenna stood.

After ripping out chunks from Rachel’s neck, Stacie slipped her claws into the woman’s chest, yanked out her beating heart.

Stacie tossed the woman against a wall, emitted a vicious roar.

A helicopter sounded.

Stacie turned her head to Jenna, roared.

Various roars erupted outside, more monsters on the ship, creatures that would tear Jenna apart without remorse.

Jenna had her hand on her pistol, took steps as she moved from behind the machine.

Stacie took quicker steps toward Jenna, raising her right arm, her clawed hand soaked in blood.

Tears formed in Jenna’s eyes.

“What happened to you?” Jenna said as Stacie took a step closer to her.

Stacie took two steps forward.

Jenna did not move from her spot. Aware Stacie’s sickness had been her fault, letting tears descend her face, she said, “It’s my fault you’re like this. And I’m sorry.”

Stacie lunged, intent on slaughtering her best friend, who she had loved.

“I love you, Stacie!” Jenna said.

The eighteen-year old monster stopped.

Her yellow eyes stared into Jenna’s blue ones.

She lowered her arm.

Jenna had to end Stacie’s life, cease her existence as a monster.

Filling her mind with the moment Stacie had kissed her for the first time, Jenna aimed, pulled the trigger.

She shut her eyes as Stacie dropped.

Roars erupted.

Jenna dropped her pistol, the will to live gone.

Opening her eyes, she took a heavy breath, waited for the red monsters to arrive.

A creature slipped into the room, leapt onto Rachel’s corpse, focused its predator eyes on Jenna, who opened her arms, as if she intended on letting the monster embrace her.

A bullet penetrated the creature.

“Move in! Move in!” a man said, dressed in a military combat uniform, night-vision goggles covering his eyes. Two other soldiers followed him, pouring into the room as their boots slapped against metal. “Got my eyes on a female civilian!”

Jenna almost dropped to her knees with relief.

Gunfire sounded, soldiers unleashing their firepower on the monsters outside the room.

The soldier who had spoke grabbed the crying Jenna, escorted her out as the other men remained close to them.

More gunfire sounded than roars.

Warm wind playing with her hair as she took quick steps towards the stairs leading to the area where a black military helicopter waited, Jenna said, “I’m Jenna. Th-thanks for saving me.”

“Don’t mention it, Jenna. We’re just doing our job. Got told to reclaim this ship, but we didn’t know we’ll find monsters and a sweet girl about to die,” the soldier said, his free hand against her side.

Nearby, four military men killed rushing red monsters, taking their lives without noticeable terror, as if the creatures were harmless paper.

They made fighting the monsters seem as simple as cutting cake.

On the helicopter, Jenna shut her eyes, longing to be far from the ship.

Her hands shook.

She had no gold, but she survived.

At a military base, an interrogator interviewed Jenna, who didn’t give deep details on each event that happened on the Navy ship.

Jenna had learned more about what happened on the ship from Kyle and Amanda.

Despite the fact Jenna had not given deep details on what she experienced on the ship, the world erupted with talk and online posts involving what Jenna had spoke of.

In the therapist’s office, Dr. Wallman nodded as Jenna wiped at her descending tears with a tissue.

“That was an dreadful but amazing story, Jenna.” Dr. Wallman said while Jenna bowed her head. The therapist ended the voice recording. “I’m sorry about what happened to Stacie, Devon, everyone else. But if you want me to keep silent about this, you need to give me what you gave Devon.”

Jenna pulled the tissue from her face. Her heart pounded as she said, “You want me to fuck you?”

Dr. Wallman nodded, grinned, his creepiness almost as bad as a Fin’s.

“But not here. I’ll give you my address.” Dr. Wallman said.

While Jenna took steps toward the door after the therapy session ended, Dr. Wallman trained his eyes on the blonde’s ass in her jeans.

He rubbed his hands together.

That night, Dr. Wallman welcomed Jenna into his two-story home.

The girl wore the same clothes she had worn at the therapy session, which made Dr. Wallman smile.

As if he was a gentleman, the therapist carried Jenna bridal-style into the master bedroom. He lied her on the bed, groped her breasts through her clothed as he pressed his lips against hers in a kiss that was not sweet or cute.

The therapist’s erection throbbed in his clothes, restrained.

He had the intense urge to release his cock, fill Jenna’s pussy with his heated cum.

Jenna remained silent, let her therapist take her clothes off before he removed his.

“I’m going to put it in you from behind, my blonde beauty.” Wallman said before moving Jenna onto her hands and knees. The older man slapped his cock against the girl’s left ass cheek.

“And at least pretend like you enjoy it, Jenna. But I’m sure you soon won’t be pretending.” Wallman said while holding Jenna’s right hip with his right hand. The therapist eased his cock into the girl’s wet pussy. “That’s right. Be wet for me. Be completely wet.”

“I’m always wet for you.” Jenna said before the man slammed his palm against her warm ass. “And I love it when you spank me!”

“I know you do.” Wallman said, thrusting his cock in and out Jenna’s pussy, savoring the fact he had his cock inside a eighteen-year old girl.

Bit by bit, the therapist’s thrusts progressed to a quicker pace.

The slapping sounds his body made against her body became louder, the therapist and the girl engaging in an obscene act.

Wallman pulled his hot cock out, rubbed his hand’s heel against Jenna’s opening, rammed himself into her, fiddled with her clit.

The therapist hand gripped Jenna’s hair, pulled her head back.

“Say Dr. Wallman is the best therapist on the planet!” the therapist said as an command, his voice shaking with ecstasy.

Jenna moaned before saying, “Dr. Wallman is the best therapist on the planet!”

The therapist grinned before releasing his hold on the blonde’s hair.

“You do a fantastic job at knowing your place, bitch.” Dr. Wallman said.

He squeezed Jenna’s ass for a brief moment, hurled spit onto her bare back, degrading the girl more than before.

“Dr. Wallman, I love your nice cock moving in and out of my pussy.” Jenna said.

The therapist slammed into her harder, his hips moving with less restraint.

“Every slut I was ever with always said something similar.” Dr. Wallman said, his hands against Jenna’s hips as he continued using her body for his pleasure.

Wallman slammed his palm against Jenna’s back, savored the pained noise that left the girl’s mouth.

The man pinched Jenna’s clit with his fingers, messed with it until the blonde squirted her pussy juice against his hand.

“Fucking bitch.” Wallman said when Jenna’s wetness met the comforter on the bed. “Look at the mess you made.”

The therapist spanked Jenna’s ass hard, longing to beat her face until her blood met his fists.

“You fucked up now!” Wallman said in a furious yell.

He yanked on her hair, moved his hips a bit more quicker, shouted while blasting his heated cum into the teenage pussy.

The man pulled out, forced her off the bed. He said, “Now stand there until I hand your clothes to you. I need you to know how much of a slut you are. Sluts need to have patience.”

He sat on the bed for six minutes.

After he let Jenna dress into her clothes, naked Dr. Wallman shared a long hug, a long kiss with the girl, watched her leave.

The man put a black robe on, sat on his living room sofa.

“Sluts really think I’ll keep silent,” he said before laughing at how foolish Jenna was. “I got information the whole world’s going to want to know about. Thanks to that bitch and those dumb ass people who were on that ship, I’m going to be a very rich man.”

At midnight, Jenna lied on her bed, keeping her eyes trained on the ceiling, aware Dr. Wallman was someone who would break a promise if it benefited him.

She turned her head to the framed photograph on her nighstand. It displayed her standing beside Stacie, both girls grinning in the photograph that had been taken outside their high school by Tucker.

No one in Jenna’s group had retrieved the gold. Almost all her friends that had been on the Navy ship died on it.

Jenna grabbed the framed photograph, hugged it, appreciating the experiences she had shared with her dead best friend on the Navy ship.

She smiled.