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His world has cast him aside, alone and lost on a solitary island, but even then, he does not yet know just how lost and alone he really is.

When a freak storm offers him the opportunity of salvation, a lone woman to offer him safe passage, he has a brief moment of relief.

But there's a complication.

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The sky darkened as Captain William Blackheart stalked across the deck.

The ship pitched furiously with the threat of the impending storm.

The skies flashed with stabs of lightning, as if nature herself could sense the trees in on Molly's revenge.

The face of his crew momentarily lit up and then sank back into the darkness, the shadows that engulfed the ship embracing them once again.

So say you all, William crowd, his words punctuated by a clap of thunder.

I, the first mate, Jackson, replied.

Those that voted again against were cast adrift.

William glared into the darkness as he snarled, my wife's treasure is safe and hidden.

It was not earned by any man on this ship.

You have no title to it, And despite the force of his passion, he knew it was a lost cause.

Greed had infected the crew since the rumor started, and a pirate's ship is a tinder box in such moments.

Somewhere in the shadows, there was a metallic ringing of a cutlass being drawn.

If he didn't voluntarily leave the ship alive, they would ensure what his corpse did.

So be it, he said, walking to the port side of the ship.

Somewhere in the darkness below, a boat was still tethered to the ship.

He would climb down the rigging that haddorned the side of the Molly's Revenge, climb into the boat, and face his fate at the mercy of the sea and storm.

His hand gripped the sudden rope as he climbed over the edge, turning, he cursed, this ship has infected with greed.

You will kill each other and feast on your seamate's carcasses before you find another coin of gold.

Without he descended the rigging, clinging to the side of the ship that had served him so loyally.

As he reached the boat, hearing it move on the vicious tide, he fancied.

He heard the ship's sigh as if she was losing a longtime lover.

Severing the rope, the storm veiled his boat.

He knew it was pointless trying to row in such a tempest.

He could only hope and pray to a god he had denied so many years before for his salvation.

The sounds of the cheering crew diminished as a tide carried that Molly's revenge.

Before the storm the William Blackheart.

The spray whipped his face and stung his vision, the sound of the thunder ensuring his repeated curses could only be heard within his own mind.

Catherine looked over the horizon at the storm in the distance.

Lightning stabbed randomly at the scene.

Dark clouds rolled over the sky.

She had only come out from Port Talbot for a relaxed afternoon of sailing, some time to herself, and there was definitely no storm forecast, but she knew better than to debate the accuracy of weather forecasts at moments like this.

According to the charts, there was a small island within a safe sailing distance.

She would just have to haul up there until the storm passed, and then she could return home and have a nice hot shower.

The rain began lashing her yacht as she turned across the storm front and daring the weather to race her to the island.

Fortunately, her time as captain of the college yachting team made her a formidable opponent, as she managed to find an inlet to anchor the yacht before the storm hit ground.

Deciding it was safer to weather the storm here within her yacht, she went below deck and shut the hatch, securing it.

Huddled in her cab and she listened to the howls of the storm raging outside.

Reaching for a bottle of whiskey, she poured herself a generous measure before downing it in one.

Deciding she might need a little assistance to get any sleep on such a wild night, she poured another, and then another, and then another.

The morning sun streamed viciously through the portholes, its offensive rays burning through Catherine's eyelids, forcing her to waken.

The sound of Bird's song invaded her sanctuary, echoing inside her head like a heavy metal band at the apex of their encore.

Every sensation extra regret at consuming so much whiskey so quickly, Catherine staggered upright, sliding the hatch open.

She winced at the attack of sunlight.

She focused to try and maintain her balance.

The caress of the cool morning breeze rushed over her face, refreshing her better than any shower, but she needed more.

She was still too hungover to make an attempt to sail back to Porttalbot, yet, looking over the brilliant white sands of the beach around the she climbed down from her boat.

Her stomach growned angrily, reminding her she hadn't eaten since yesterday lunch.

Hoping an early morning walk might shake away the cobwebs, she headed towards the woods to edge the beach.

Struggling through the undergrowth, she managed to find some berries that she tasted cautiously, the first taste not leaving any bitterness.

She tried to satisfy her hunger by consuming as many as she could manage.

Just beyond the berry bushes, a pool of water glistened in the sunlight, little shards of light and dancing across its gentle tidal movement.

Catherine looked around or out of habit than, expecting to see anyone before undressing and stepping into the gold water, Shivering at it cold caress.

Goosebumps peppered her skin.

She whimpered gently as the water moved around her thighs and climbed higher, the chill in the water creating a tingle through her nerves, slowly pushing the hangover out of every cell, dropping her head below the surface of the water, shaking free of the last of whiskies.

After effects, she eventually returned to the banking, collected her clothes, and set out back to a yacht, desperate to return to Port Talbot and a breakfast that at least involved bacon and eggs.

The sand gripped at her wet feet as she approached the yacht, the sun's caress drying her wet body admirably.

A bearded face suddenly appeared next to the stern of the yacht, glaring at her suspiciously while his hand caressed the white aft in a strangely sensuous manner.

Are yes, sireh, mistress, he called out, his eyes dancing over her naked body.

I'm suddenly aware of her exposed form.

Katherine pulled her clothes tightly across her breast, the wildfire of a blush spreading from her to toe.

Who are you keep your hands off my yacht?

Catherine responded, realizing how silly it sounded the moment the words left her lips.

It's you, he said, his mouth dropping open, sholl dripping from every paw.

But it can't be I boom, he stuttered.

Are you serious?

Man?

Have you got sunstroke?

Catherine inquired sternly sorry, I'm Captain William Blackhart at your service, Mistress.

My crew cut me adrift in the storm last night, shaking his head as if we're removing some hated thought.

When his eyes opened again, they seemed to burn right through her clothes as he spoke, well, Captain Blackhart, get away from my yacht, she said, hoping to at least appear authoritative.

I need to board her and dress.

His gaze rose, a look of horror moved over his face.

You're a woman.

You can't be dressed on a ship, mistress, she laughed in reply, her sounds becoming strangled as she realized he was being absolutely serious.

And why not, may I ask?

She eventually asked, Because you're a woman and it would offend the sea if you board the ship.

Dressed, mistress, he said, his face contorted with shock.

William took a step around the yacht.

His state of clothing was little better than Catherine's.

She repressed a gasp as her eyes drifted over the plane of his stomach and fixed on the large erection that stood proud in the morning sun.

Moving between her and the yacht, he blocked her path as she stepped closer to her vessel.

Eventually they were defiantly face to face.

She could feel the heat of his breath.

It was so close.

Let me get on my yacht and get dressed, she repeated sternly.

Suddenly he grabbed her wrist.

Please, mistress, it's the death of us, both of you.

Do bought her naked, and stay as God intended.

Do not dress.

His eyes glowed with in her heat.

Catherine twisted her wrists, trying to release herself from his grasp, trying to ignore that damn direction that teased at her stomach.

Her grip loosened on her clothes, and they fell into a pile on the white sand, completely exposing her.

She could feel the heat of his body pressing over her skin.

Damn, she could smell her own arousal over the coarse fragrance of the sea.

Feeling vulnerable, her gaze held his.

Something approximating a mutual understanding passed between them.

His head pressed against her neck, kissing her passionately.

The stubble around his beard dragged across her skin.

His hand dropped between her thighs and rubbed her at folds.

There was no denying her arousal.

Something about being caught naked alone on the beach by a pirate incens something in Catherine she didn't know existed.

She shook her head, pushing William away.

What you doing?

What am I doing?

She said, glaring at him.

What, mistress, what distresses you?

William said, his face a veil of genuine surprise.

And who speaks like that?

Have you been reading too much?

Jane Austen, she said, confused.

His brows furrowed, his face straining with the suggestion of an idea reading Jane Austen, he asked, You can read, she asked, suddenly curious, No, Mistress, Yes, I went to see when I was still young and have been there ever since.

Curiosity turned to a glimmer of understanding, albeit a very illogical deduction, and Catherine asked, what year did you first put to sea, every word drawn out, wary she might not like the answer, seventeen hundred and twenty one.

William replied in such a matter of fact way, as if it could never be wrong.

Right.

Catherine responded, accepting his answer as a truth, even if she couldn't comprehend how it could be, ignoring his erection, we still tormented our body.

Catherine studied the naked man in front of her, his body a patchwork of scars, his skin a patchwork of tribal artwork, which she suspected was original and not contriveding some Britique tattoo salon.

He truly looked like a man who had weathered all the storms of the Seven Seas and lived to tell the tell you were a pirate, she asked, hoping not to offend.

Yes, Mistress, I am, he said, his chest pressing out as he filled with pride, trying to absorb everything.

Catherine could feel her mind reeling in confusion.

Ever since being a little girl, she had loved the sea.

She had read every book she could on pirates.

There was just something so dangerously romantic and sexy about them, And the truth was her pussy had known William Blackhart was a pirate long before he had told her.

It positively burned with desire.

He took another step forward, his hand rising quickly to grasp the back of her neck again, his erection pressed unforgivingly against her mound.

Her treacherous pussy responded with need.

Damn, it was already clutching like a kraken's beak.

You, mistress, are definitely a siren.

Feel how hard you make my body with just your presence, he growled.

There was no doubt how firm his erection was.

Catherine was more than aware of it burning against her skin, and even more aware of her body's reaction.

Without thinking, she could feel her fingers stretching around his girth, trying to feel as if it was real and this wasn't just an erotic dream caused by the veil of whiskey.

He throbbed in her hand, his body tense to her touch, his rough fingers pushing between her thighs, Feeling the swollen lips of her pussy, he rubbed it firmly, his abrace of skin, sending pulses of delicious pain through every nerve.

She groaned as her lips stretched around his fingers as they invaded deep inside her pussy, turning her she suddenly felt her yacht pressing at her back.

His gaze held hers before his mouth secured onto her neck, his cracked lips teasing that soft skin, his teeth biting at her, pushing his fingers deeper, his thrusting motion lifting Catherine onto the tips of her toes, with every movement, kissing over the curves of her breast, viciously biting at her reck nipples.

William let his fingers fall away from a pussy as he fell to his knees, pushing her thighs apart, the vicious sting of his beard pressing against a soft flesh of her legs as his tongue wickedly explored her sex.

There was nothing gentle about this man's seduction.

It was purely animalistic.

He fed upon her sex, gorged upon it, not as a man trying to deduce his mate, but like a beast starved of his favorite food.

The heat of his breath burned against her to match the growing ache in her pussy.

Leaning back against her boat, Catherine lifted one leg over his shoulder, and then the other, rubbing her throbbing pussy over his beard, the sensation electrifying every so in her.

Tightening her thighs, she forced his head hard against her, her pussy, welcoming the broad strokes of his invasive tongue fulks.

She could feel her core clutching with the need she hadn't experienced before, hungrily grasping for his tongue as it pushed inside her, Her body tensed, waiting for the impending explosion.

Alone on the island, as she felt completely free, completely uninhibited, growling at his vicious caress, she held her breath for a brief moment before her orgasm ignighted through every cell of her body.

Lowering her legs gently, she stood shakily for a moment before William stood back up, his cock seeming even harder from tasting her pleasure.

Catherine pushed arms around him before turning him and pressing him against the boat and grasping his pulsing shafts.

She sank to her knees, her lips voraciously consuming his length, her tongue circling him as he started thrusting his hips, pressing into the back of her throat.

She had given blow jobs before, but she had never been as hungry for a cock in her mouth as she was right now.

She could feel her gag reflex as he filled her throat, but swallowed it back, pushing her mouth along his length, every inch, throbbing with carnal delight, every movement of her lips mirrored by her pussy, her previous orgasm, not releasing his grip as she pushed her head with frantic desire.

As the sensations grew between her thighs, the first drops of his pre comb caressed her tongue.

Reluctantly, Catherine released him from her mouth.

Standing, she grasped his erection and guided it towards her wanton pussy.

William turned her again, pressing her back against the boat, his fingers digging into her ass.

As he lifted her.

Katherine wrapped her legs around his waist as a tip of his cock pressed between her folds, stretching her lips to the edge of pain.

Before he started thrusting, each and every movement punctuated with a hungry growl.

Katherine clung on to him, her arms wrapped around his neck as a relentless force of his cock pressed deeper and deeper inside her.

The motion of gravity pressed him even further.

As she slid up and down the side of her yacht, Will responded by pounding even harder.

A desperation filled his body.

The sensation of the boat rocking from the force of his thrust just accentuated the pleasure moving through her Moaning rapidly, she pushed back against him, willing him to fill her to the very end.

The searing heat of his orgasm punished the walls of her pussy, forcing an avalanche of pleasure to resonate through every cell, while his cock post warm streams of his satisfaction.

He continued to thrust relentlessly deep.

Hard pounds of his cock perpetuated Catherine's orgasm, her screams of pleasure becoming louder and louder, transforming into growls as her satisfaction pummeled every inch of her body.

What's the last drops of his orgasm filled her pussy, his move and slowed, a still trembling cock.

Dropping from between her swollen folds, Catherine lowered her legs to the ground, her knees buckling.

Clinging on to him, they both fell into the soft sand.

Catherine giggled like a schoolgirl as a ways of afterglow moved up and down her body, wondering in the privacy of her own mind, what her reserved friends would make for at this moment if they could see her.

Eventually, she did manage to say, so, you're a real life pirate.

A hint of disbelief still danced in her words.

Yes, these past thirty years, mistress, he replied quietly.

Mentally, she did the math, consoling herself that she had always liked older men.

So where's your ship?

She said, wishing she could take the question back as soon as the last word left her lips.

My crew, mutinied, The treacherous dogs, he said.

Catherine could fill every muscle in his body tense in anger just at the thought.

But once I get to Port Talbot and see the Governor, he will give me a ship and crew to hunt them down, and I'll know each and every one of them to the mass for taking my money from me.

Catherine stared at the clear blue sky above her, pondering how to handle the next stage of their conversation.

This was definitely going away.

She had no ability to handle.

What chear do you think it is?

She asked quietly, preparing herself for the appending storm seventeen fifty nine, Mistress, he said, without a hint of doubt.

Well, it's a bit further on than that, she said gently, unsure how he would react to what she was about to tell him.

It's twenty twenty two, she whispered, tensing herself for his reaction.

A sea gull screamed overhead, but apart from that and the gentle sound of the tide laughing at the beach, there was only tranquil silence.

If anything.

William's body seemed to relax a little as he processed the information.

So the sea carried me away from those dogs.

Truly bless me, he said, reverently.

Yes, she replied, unable to grasp his logic, but grateful that he hadn't responded angrily.

I can get you to port Tobert, she ventured, and maybe we can find you some clothes as a start, Yes, he said, simply, his mind obviously elsewhere.

Come on, let's get on board, she said, cheerfully, her hands spanking the hard muscle of his chest.

Standing, Catherine picked up her strewn clothes from the beach and started dressing.

William just looked at her.

The veil of horror returning, A woman can't be on a ship dressed, mistress, his voice stressed with concern.

Women made their peace with the sea many years ago, she said, smiling, She doesn't mind women being dressed on the ships now.

Suspiciously, William watched her, his expression obviously doubtful.

Ignoring him, Catherine dressed and climbed a board a yacht.

William winced as he watched her, looking out to see as if expecting a tempest to rise any second.

When nothing happened, his shoulders slumped in what seemed to be disappointment.

Standing he walked to the side of the yacht, eyeing the ship, eventually climbing on board and standing unsteadily as if expecting it to sink without warning.

Surveying the deck, he eventually said quietly, I've never captained a ship like this, Mistress.

Oh it's okay, I'll sail her.

You just follow my command, Catherine said, without thinking, even without turning to face him, she could feel the horror emanating from his body.

Desperate to get home and enjoy a decent breakfast to satisfy the hunger which had now grown tenfold in her stomach, she ventured when I am a siren, we know all about the sea, and waited his response.

Strangely, he seemed calmed by that thought.

But it appeared that something he knew, even if it was bad, was better than a whole bunch of stuff he couldn't grasp, she mused as she raised the anchor, the tide slowly carrying them out to sea and toward Port Talbart, toward home.

She wasn't sure how she was going to explain how much Port Tobert had changed in all those years, but that was a problem to be dealt with once they had feasted on bacon and eggs.

So next week, the next part of our time traveling pyrot erotic fantasy.

What will happen when they get to poor Talblet?

How will William cope with their modern times?

Will they be able to find him some clothing?

Will they find bacon and eggs?

Well, you'll have to just tune in next week to find out.

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