One night, a storm begins to crash in the sky as loud and as terrible as the misery of a broken heart. The sheets of black sea are illuminated by harsh white bursting tributaries in the heavens. This is the closest thing you know to “romance.”
The lightening turns over red, giving the horizon a glow and vastness that only those who call the sea home can know. The stars flicker and compete with the lightning’s magnificence. It isn’t raining. The wind is absent. The cool air seems to have devoured it.
A sound comes from somewhere: a loud bang as if God, himself, was having a tantrum below deck.
“Was that your guest?” Sven asks casually.
“I’m not sure,” you say.
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Your guest is the only captive of the recent plundering which took place on an unnamed island off the coast of Blahdiblah. The “tribe,” if you can call a cluster of docile gatherers that, was made up of mostly men.
You were tired and a bit hung-over when the invasion took place. The Bears and Sven had it under control. Food, some terrible jewelry, and several barrels of much needed rum were collected and on its way to the ship, when a gorgeous woman stepped out in front of you. Her skin was a beautiful and smooth mahogany just like yours.
She had a machete and spoke English with a slight accent that you couldn’t place—you were so hung-over. You were as hung-over as she looked pissed.
“You cannot take their food!”
Her eyes screamed at you when she spoke.
“I beg to differ,’ you said mid-yawn as you leaned against a palm tree, ‘And don’t point that blade at me unless you’re going to use it.”
The heel of your boot scraped down the crumbling trunk of the palm, before you drew your katana sword out at waist height.
“I’m not scared of you,” she said.
“Fine.” You threw your sword down and it thumped in the sand.
You posed proudly exposing your black bra, the only thing beneath your leather vest. You can tell, by the way her cinnamon eyes lingered a moment too long, that she wanted to get taken.
You waited for her to lunge, her tall thin frame lithely pouncing in a feline burst of movement. She was easily managed to the ground and disarmed. You pinned her. Your pelvis searched and rocked into her angle, those sharp hips already begging to be stimulated. You sat on top of her and removed a leather whip tucked into the back of your pants. She winced. You leaned closer. Her skin had a citrusy smell. Soon she will be on the Mantis, you thought to yourself with a satisfaction, and her body’s fragrance will mix and dance with the salt air.
“Don’t worry,’ you whispered, ‘when I hit you, you’ll never want it to end. It will be more beautiful than death.”
You used your whip to bind her hands. She doesn’t resist. You smirked, as her eyes scanned you with a hunger and glow that you could feel while you walked back to the ship in front of her. Sven lead her onboard and you watched from the bumboat as her wet body was lifted by the Bears to the deck of the Mantis. When the time comes, you thought, those long beautiful legs of hers will clasp...
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Sven is called into the kitchen by the Bears, who are all fighting over what will be tonight’s cocktail. You open the trapdoor and descend the rickety wooden staircase. It’s pitch black. When you reach for the string to turn on the light, a dark beautiful hand grabs you.
“Why did you leave me down here?”
“I captured you,’ you say to her, ‘Don’t you remember that?”
“I went willingly. You knew I did! I’m going to make you pay for treating me like a slave. I am an educated woman of color. I’ve been living with the tribe of Bladiblah for two years and working on my Phd thesis in Anthropology. Did you just assume I was some naïve native woman? If so, that’s fucked up!”
“Yes,” you tell her this to provoke her. You want to see what she can do.
“Well, now I’m very angry!” She screams this as she pins you against the floor.
She is laying on top of you. You can feel the cold metal of the chain she has escaped.
You ask her how she got out of the cuffs. She leans down and whispers slowly into your ear,
“I just did.”
Her hands squeeze your wrist. You feel her nails cut into your skin. As she begins to loosen her grip to put shackles on you, you gain access to a dagger that she is unaware of.
