Voyages In The Night

(William’s P.O.V)

Caribbean Ocean, 1835

We have been sailing these waters for a fortnight and have yet to make landfall, we are beginning to lose hope of finding the treasure of Greybeard to break this curse placed upon the families of those who sailed with him. Our family lines have all been cursed with time, we age slowly to the point of immortality. Though Greybeard and his son, my father, have both perished, I need to uncover where the treasure is to reverse the curse that he placed upon us. My first mate, John Drummond, came up to me at the helm with updates on the crews functioning and the distribution of supplies.

“Captain, we are running low on food and the crew is becoming restless with the amount of time at sea with no land in sight, and we need to make landfall soon because we need to repair the rigging from the last storm we sailed through.”

“I understand John, but we need to find my grandfather’s treasure if we ever want to break free of this curse.”

“Well, that cannot be done if we do not fix the rigging, ‘tis the reason we are taking so long to sail through the Caribbean, William.”

“Fine, tell Joshua to get up to the crow’s nest and see if there is land near.”

John nods and walks off to give word of my instructions to Joshua. I pray to God that we see land sooner rather than later because I too am feeling restless with the amount of time we have been sailing. The weather was clear around us, and the morning sun was peeking above the horizon. This is what I loved about the sea, the never-ending expanse of it, and the absolute freedom you could possess while sailing.

“LAND-HO!” yells Joshua from the crow’s nest.

I pulled my brass spyglass out to see what land Joshua was calling to us about, and that was when I saw it, the most beautiful island that I have ever seen with tall trees waving in the wind and white sand beaches. Finding the dock for the ship, I take the helm and steer right towards it; we throw the lines out and secure the ship to the dock. The crew sends down the gangway and we begin disembarking.

“Alright crew, we need more supplies so please before anything else happens, get the supplies from the markets please.”

“Aye, Captain.” They shout back, as they disburse from the dock.

John and I walk along the dock, talking about the possible areas where my grandfather’s treasure may be. John is a tall man, with shoulder-length brown hair and hazel eyes; he is quite the womanizer with his looks and friendly disposition. If we were being honest, both John and I are quite the womanizers, which was fine by me because I was not inclined to settle down to marry and have children. I needed to rid us of this curse before I could even think about that, for the future generations of our lines. As John and I continue our walk through the town, we come to find out that we are on the island of Bermuda, the wenches here were beautiful and exotic, needing to be claimed by someone.

“John, shall we pick up some of these beautiful wenches and take them back to our individual cabins for some fun?” I inquire.

“Of course, Captain.” John says, with a steely glint in his eye.

We walk into the tavern and are immediately surrounded by buxom women with beautiful bodies and beautiful smooth skin.

“Pardon me good sir, but I wondered whether you would appreciate assistance in achieving orgasm this evening?” A beautiful woman with long black hair, hazel eyes, and golden skin asks me. Her plump lips were begging to be kissed.

“My desire is tentative. Do you expect to be compensated for these services?” I inquire, trying to remember how many pounds sterling I have on board.

“Nay sir, I act out of charity alone.” She responds, her fingers playing at the open collar of my shirt, her skin touching mine.

“Verily, your assistance would be most welcome. By what means do you intend to encourage my meatus to issue forth its seed?” I inquire.

“It is my desire to imbibe your turgid phallus and fellate vigorously to the point of full release, ceasing only once gratification has been enjoyed to your full satisfaction.”

“Well, take my arm my gentlelady and I shall bring you to my bed chambers aboard my ship. John, I will be taking my leave now.” I tell him, with a sly smirk playing across my face.

“Aye, Captain.”

As the woman takes my arm, we walk out of the tavern and down the road towards the dock where my ship the Bloody Hangman was docked.

“Will I get to know the name of the Good Samaritan woman who will be in my bed chambers this evening?” I ask.

“Of course, sir, my name is Charlotte. And yours?” She asks me.

“William, I’m Captain of the Bloody Hangman.” I answer.

“Well, Captain William, take me to your chambers.” Charlotte says with a purr.

We walk along the dock towards the gangway of my ship where my men are loading supplies. As we step on board ship, I lead her towards the door that leads to my office where a secret door was installed that leads to my bedchambers. Opening that door, she gasps at the sight of the décor and the grandeur of it all.

“Well, my dear, is this up to your standards to perform your acts of charity?” I question.

“It exceeds my expectations, Captain.” Charlotte responds.

Charlotte gets down on her knees in front of me, and begins to unbutton my pants, her fingers trailing along my hardened member. I can only groan in response to her delicate touch. She continues to undress my lower portion and soon enough I am standing half-bare in front of her. She licks her lips seeing my shaft dripping some of my seed off the head. She licks it clean causing me to hiss in pleasure. She takes me fully in her mouth, her nose pressing against my pubis.

“By the heavens Charlotte, your tongue feels amazing.” I groan out, she responds with a muffled moan, and I shiver feeling the vibrations from it.

She begins bobbing her head faster and sucking harder on my shaft, playing with my testicles at the same time. I do not want to explode in her mouth, so I pull her off me, with a slight pop. I got a good look at her, wearing a red and black dress with small straps at the top and a corseted waist that had her bosom spilling over the top. Her shapely figure had been begging me all night to take advantage of it.

“I am going to ravish your body now Charlotte.” I whisper to her.

“Yes, Captain.” She moans, as she turns around so that her back is facing me.

I untie her dress and push the small straps down her arms softly kissing her shoulders, her skin feeling soft and supple beneath my lips. Her head rolls back against my shoulder as her dress pools at her feet, letting out a soft sigh. I was taken aback at the fact that she was not wearing any underclothes under her dress so now she was completely bare. My hands skimmed down her arms, to her stomach that was toned and smooth against my fingers. My fingers dance across her skin as they reach her bosom, groping and pulling at her nipples. She moans louder, and arches her back against me, enjoying the sheer pleasure of it all.

“Sir, please. Take me to your bed.” She moans.

I pick her up, with my arm under her knees and her arms around my neck, and place her gently on the bed. I remove my shirt, having already been rid of my pants from her earlier ministrations. Laying on top of her, she is the most beautiful creature I have ever beheld, almost Siren-like in her ethereal qualities. I lean my head down and capture her lips in a passionate kiss as I line my shaft with her weeping slit; there is no need for foreplay with this minx as she is already gushing for me. I slide in roughly, taking her by surprise as she moans and screams in ecstasy. I pump into her harder and faster, watching her bosom bounce and one of her hands goes to her bundle of nerves.

“William, I’m going to…. Oh God…I can’t…” She pants out, and I know that like me she is nearing her end.

All too soon, her slit grips me and pulses around me as I pour my seed into her while her juices spill over my shaft. I lean down, my face in the crook of her neck, trying to catch my breath. I pull my shaft out of her, causing her to shiver at the sensation; she rolls over and is almost immediately asleep. I pull her body close to mine, cocooning her as I give in to the mighty temptress of sleep.