Climbing a Tree?

(John's P.O.V)

After dropping the group of women off at the White Villa—literally that's what it's called among the natives—I made my way back to the garage to call William. One of the women, Nerina, looks a lot like the woman he fucked on what was supposed to be our only night here in Bermuda prior to our jaunt through time. Lord only knows how we went from being in the year 1835 to the year 1999 but it happened. Yeah, somehow our ship traveled through time when we tried to sail through the "Bermuda Triangle" and ended up in the same spot at the harbor in Hamilton. We have been here ever since, unable to get past the triangle for some unknown reason. The crew has adapted very well, and we have been successful in blending in, changing our names every few decades or so and moving around the island. I've gone back to using my birth name of John Drummond and so has William, going back to using his last name of Teach. I pull into the garage and am about to get on the phone with William when my boss, Ishaan, comes out of the office.

"John, I got a call from Ms. Onasis. You picked her and her group of friends up from the airport this afternoon. She wanted to get in touch with you about further work, so I gave her your work phone number so she can contact you directly." He remarked, it's not very often that we have this kind of business.

"Thanks Ishaan, I will expect her call then." I replied, now I'll be seeing her again.

I couldn't explain the feelings that crept through me when I saw her. She was the perfect combination of Charlotte and William. She was beautiful with her smooth olive skin and her eyes like Charlotte's—a beautiful hazel that mesmerized you the longer you stared into them. Like a Siren calling me back to the sea. She was tall with long beautiful legs that I wanted to have wrapped around my waist, or my neck. It didn't matter. Her perky breasts weren't too big nor too small, they were just the right size and I wanted to play with them so badly. I could just imagine her bent over my bed, my hand wrapped in her waist-length hair, fucking her to the point she doesn't remember her name. I'm pulled out of my dirty thoughts by my phone ringing shrilly.

"Hello, Prestige Limos, this is John speaking. How can I help you?"

"Oh, hello John. Umm, I'm not sure if you remember me but my name is Nerina Onasis, and you picked me up with my group of friends from the airport a few hours ago." I can hear the nervousness in her voice.

"Yes, hello Ms. Onasis, my boss mentioned that he gave you my information. How can I help you?"

"Well, there were two reasons I wanted to get in touch with you; first, to thank you for the lovely service you provided, and second, to ask if you wouldn't mind being on-call for my friends and myself. We don't know the island very well and we appreciate your professionalism so much that we would be honored if you continued to cart our asses around the island for the next two weeks." She says in a rush, obviously rambling is a nervous habit.

"Tell him you wanna climb his tree!"

"Tell him you wanna thank him all night long.!"

"Yeah!! Ask him to ride his dick!!"

There is a cacophony of voices and laughter coming from her end of the call. Obviously, her friends have had a bit to drink since I dropped them off. And what do they mean by "climbing my tree"?

"Oh, my Goddess, please ignore my friends. They are alcoholics and are currently cross-faded and have no idea what they are saying."

I know very well that these women, while intoxicated, aren't cross-faded; and she is just embarrassed about them blurting those things out to me. Though, I really wouldn't mind if she decided to ride my cock. My cock agrees with the thought, pushing painfully against my zipper.

"It's not a problem, Ms. Onasis. I would be honored to be on call for you and your friends. There are five of you, correct?"

"Actually, there's seven of us in total." I can hear the relief in her voice when I skip over the fact that her friends were basically yelling at her to fuck me.

"That's fine, I will make sure to have my phone near me. Will you be needing me tomorrow?"

"Um, yes. We are going to be having lunch at Harry's at the Waterfront, our reservation is at 1."

"I will be there to pick you up at about 12:30 because it is about a fifteen-minute drive from your villa to the restaurant."

"Great! Thank you so much, we look forward to seeing you."

"You're most welcome Ms. Onasis."

"Please, call me Nerina."

"Okay, Nerina."

With that, she hangs up the phone and I could literally float with how happy I am that she's going to allow me to call her by her name. I need to see William.

A few hours later:

I pull up to the docks on my white Ducati SuperSport 950 S, to talk to William about Nerina. He works as the harbor master here and some of the crew stuck around the docks to help the captain. I walk down the pathway to his office, knowing that he is working on paperwork since it's the end of the day and the dock is closed. I knock on the door, and he tells me to enter.

"Hey John, what's up? I didn't expect to see you here."

"You won't believe it, but I had a job to pick up a group of women from the airport earlier this afternoon and one of them looked exactly like Charlotte."

He stops what he is doing and looks up at me, his face full of shock and then sadness washes over his features.

"You can't be serious, that's not possible. I was told she died in childbirth."

"I understand what the rumors are, but there is no way that at least the child survived."

"That's impossible. How could a child survive without their mother or at the very least a wet nurse?"

"I'm just saying William, you need to meet her and see for yourself what I am talking about. I'm driving her and her group of friends to Harry's at the Waterfront tomorrow. Bring the crew and have lunch there so you can see."

"I swear on the heavens that if you are lying to me John, I will run you through." He says shakily as his eyes dart to his scabbard above the doorway.

We may have assimilated into the new age culture, however; when it came to Charlotte, William took no prisoners. While they only had a short time together, when Charlotte found out she was pregnant by William, he became obsessed. With renewed vigor in our quest for the treasure of his grandfather, we set sail but then found ourselves trapped in the future. After coming back to Hamilton and talking to some descendants of Charlotte's friends, we heard that she had died during childbirth, assuming the child had died with her. I have a sneaking suspicion that either the child or both made it through the birth.