(Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 3

Diary of a dark haired beauty as she roams across the ocean to the New World. (Pirate Era) Diary of Anne Breckinridge part 3Part III The days passed slowly and one day like the others William visited me bearing the same old bread and water, along with his lustful needs. I did as before and pleased him with my mouth, as was his favorite taste of fornication. I was moving my lips faster along his manhood when I heard his moaning become more incessant and he began panting slightly, just then a bell rang out and muffled voices could be heard upon the deck. "All hands on deck!" the voices cried. William cursed "All right my dear, gonna have to make this one quick now you here." He was already on the edge of climax but the sound of the bell and the voices had decreased his urge a bit. But I was becoming a master of my trade and I made haste to give him pleasure. I used both hands to urge his member on and tightened my grip and sped up until he moaned loudly and his juices volleyed into my mouth. A moment he stood in satisfaction and then he pulled up his trousers and scurried away.I whipped my mouth from any leftovers that had remained and began to devour my true meal of foul water and stale bread. As I was eating I heard a great "boom" from above, a roar of a cannon. My heart nearly stopped, the thud of the shot landing in the water nearby made my soul to shrieked within itself. Another deafening boom and a thud, this time closer. I could hardly bring myself to bear the idea of what was this all meant--Pirates. The hustle and bustle on deck hadn't been a rehearsal after all. escort izmit In haste I ran to the darkest corner I could and sat there waiting. There was no more firing of cannon and then I felt our ship lung almost to one side, and then a crash. We were being boarded. My heart beat heavy as I heard the sound of loud voices and footfalls going to and fro. I sat there dumbfounded in fear as I saw three figures come down into the hull. It was dark two bore lamps and cutlasses, the third a musket.They spoke, but I could not hear their words. They searched around inside the hull going to and fro as if checking on the cargo within the hull, they had passed my hiding spot and continued on a ways until the man with the musket spoke to his comrades. "Jones," said he "shine yer lamp over here once more." he pointed with his musket. His comrade did as he commanded and scoured the area he had been told to investigate. Alas how foolish I had been, that same mistake that had brought me into a pact with William was that same mistake I had now made again. Oh foolish girl that I was, in my haste I had left the remains of my bread and my nearly empty tankered."Perhaps someone is aboutTimothy?" said one man with a lantern held high. The other knocked pointed about with his cutlass and began to careen the area his fellows did likewise.My heart was racing within my chest and when the rays of light from a lantern shown over me I was in mortal fear. "Well what 'ave he here?" said a tall man bearing a cutlass and bearing a lantern in his left hand. "Timothy, Clark, look what izmit escort I've found hiding among this dump of a ship. Surely the only booty worth keeping." I shivered in fear as he set down his lamp and grabbed me with one arm. He slammed me into a barrel and pinned me there he was undressing me with his eyes. He moved his hand over my breasts and squeezed them as he pushed his body closer to mine. "Aren't you a pretty thing." he chuckled as he sheathed his cutlass and used one free hand to feel up my dress. "I get her after you Jones you hear.Its been too long since we been to Tortuga" said the other man with the cutlass.My molester had now bent me over a barrel and had moved my dress well nigh over my head and I felt his wretched hands finger me and caress my body with malice."I'll show you a sea monster lassie." he said in sick jest. Just then there was another sound besides that of his chuckle and my tormented moaning. A "click-click" from a musket's action was heard along with a voice from the third man. "Alright Jones, you've had enough fun, you knows the rules.The captain gets the first pick of any prize." My tormentor had stopped his caressing and slowly backed away from me. "Oh come on Timothy, you know I did it all in jest." he said in repentance, trying to sound sincere."Come on then," quothed the man with the musket "bring her up on deck and take her to the cap'in." I was taken up on deck where my eyes were pierced by the power of the light, I had to shade my eyes and squint as I went on deck. It had been days and weeks izmit kendi evi olan escort since I was in direct sunlight and the effects were nearly blinding. Once on deck I saw two groups of men, one armed and the other group all huddled together, the sailors of the Alexandra. The sailors, all disarmed, were in awe when they saw me emerge from their hull, more so even than the pirates which careened the deck. I saw William's face pale and silent as I was taken aboard the pirate vessel. I was led on by the group that had first found me, but I was greeted with jeers and molestations as I neared a cabin door. I was pushed inside with a firm hand upon my buttocks and then led by Timothy, the man with the musket, to a large room within the ship wherein was a fine oak desk, littered with nautical instruments and navigation charts, a reading desk with a chair and a proper bed with fine silk blankets. Behind the oaken desk stood a tall man in fine clothes; a jacket of dark grey with a white silk shirt with ruffles, with black trousers and a cutlass on his belt. His grey hat which was adorned with a long white feather sat upon his oaken desk next to his sexton. He had a cool calm face with fiery red hair and a small red mustache. "Sir," said Timothy "we found a stowaway aboard our newfound prize."The man, clearly the captain of the ship looked up from his scattered papers and sea charts with his dark brown eyes and looked me up and down. It was hard to read his face, but there was that same gleam that I had caught in other men's eyes when they viewed me. He stared at my form for a moment then spoke. "I am Captain Peter Anthrop," said he as he stood tall and straight "and who may you be?" "I...I..." I nearly shuddered with fear "my name is Anne Breckenridge, Miss Anne Breckenridge." The Captain nodded to his minion and the musket armed Timothy left.