Tesco [1]

As the veil of night enveloped the surroundings, Captain Jack and Mary emerged upon the deck, ready to embark on their quest to free Tesco from captivity.

"We'd best be keepin' our powers hidden, lass. If they catch wind of our skills, we'll be hunted," warned Jack, his tone laced with caution and wisdom.

Mary acknowledged the need for stealth with a firm nod.

Under the shroud of darkness, deserted pathways on the island were occasionally patrolled by vigilant Wales Navy guards, armed to the teeth with muskets and blades.

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Their journey brought them to a formidable stone fortress, guarded by four watchful Navy sentinels stationed at the massive wooden entrance, ever alert and ready for action.

Jack gestured to Mary, leading her in a cautious sidestep away from the guards' view, toward the left of the fortress.

"We'll need to climb," Jack remarked, conjuring three sturdy vines that swiftly wound their way toward a window opening.

With a steady resolve, Mary grasped the vines, scaling the stone wall.

She slid through a narrow gap in the stone wall, blessedly bereft of iron bars.

He followed, scaling up the stone wall.

Scouring the area left and right, no guards loomed. Opting leftward, they aimed for the nearest tower, boasting a spiraling stone stairwell.

Descending stealthily, they nestled inside the stone walls.

Double-checking their surroundings, he spotted two guards stationed at the hallway's end, nested within yet another tower, primed for upward patrol.

"This be our entry," Jack muttered aloud.

"Smart thinkin', Captain," she whispered back.

Walking towards the tower, they ascended the spiral stairs cautiously, and upon reaching the top, they spotted the two guards in their regulation gear.

He signaled with a nod for Mary to take them down.

With a cunning smile, she approached the guards, dealing a swift shock with her hands, rendering them senseless as they crumbled to the stone floor.

"Fine work, lass," Jack commended.

They divested the guards of their garments, exposing them.

Then he commenced disrobing, beginning with his brown long coat, pausing only after removing his white shirt with stripes.

His eyes were greedily fixated on Mary as she sensually removed her shirt, revealing her enticing figure.

Her upper body was a work of art, with a perfect hourglass shape and breasts that were full and round, their supple curves calling out to Jack as he watched her every move in awe.

I be yearnin' for her, but me code o' honor won't let me give in. he thought.

Mary remained oblivious to Jack's lingering gaze throughout.

As they began removing their breeches, Jack reluctantly fought to resist the temptation of stealing more glances at her.

Yet, his willpower weakened, and he ultimately gave in, justifying it to himself with the thought, No harm be done if I have a quick peek or two, five, ten or hundred, followed by a smirk.

His heart raced as he laid eyes on Mary's fully naked form. Her naked body was a sight to behold, every inch of her exuding beauty and perfection, specifically her curves.

Jack's lust took over as he felt his mighty sword growing. The sight of her, unshaved, only intensified his desire, as he longed to taste the sweet nectar hidden within.

When Mary looked back and noticed his ravishing manhood, a blush crept up her cheeks, and she shyly uttered, "Don't... look."

Her words pierced through Jack's lust-filled haze, momentarily snapping him back to reality.

Both of them, now clad in Navy attire, prepared themselves to infiltrate the heavily fortified Navy dungeon.

They descended the winding stone staircase, their footsteps muffled by the dense atmosphere.

Exiting through a stone corridor, they seamlessly blended in with the other guards, their presence inconspicuous.

As they ventured deeper, a putrid and foul odor assaulted their senses, reminiscent of the stench emanating from a person who has neglected personal hygiene for an extended period, with festering sores adding to the repugnance.

"Arr," Jack muttered, his throat tightening at the foul smell.

Mary fought back the urge to vomit, pausing momentarily to regain her composure.

Jack chuckled softly and whispered, "Come now, lass, this ain't no lair of the mythical kraken. Tis merely be the scent of unwashed masses."

Nodding in agreement, Mary pushed forward, and they continued their descent until they reached a wooden door fashioned in the shape of an arch.

Jack cautiously opened the door, only to be met with two Navy guards, their musket blades poised for a deadly confrontation.

In a flurry of frantic gestures, Jack attempted to communicate their peaceful intentions. The Navy guards hesitated, taking a step back and thumping their muskets against the ground. They raised their weapons once more, a silent acknowledgment of their understanding.

Jack formally nodded, taking a step forward, while Mary remained concealed in the shadows, shielded from the Navy's prying eyes.

One of the guards barked, "Hold it right there! State your purpose in this restricted area. Your presence is not authorized according to our records. Declare your intent and provide identification, or prepare to face the consequences."

Jack halted, a sly smile playing on his lips as he swayed his arms, producing a Navy badge. The badge acted as a form of identification, displaying crucial information about their schedule, names, and surnames.

With a nonchalant toss, Jack threw the badge towards the guard, who fumbled to catch it, inadvertently dropping his musket in the process.

Jack smirked, summoning three sturdy vines from his left hand. The vines swiftly coiled around the guards' necks, applying pressure and restricting their airflow.

With a quick retraction of his hand, the guards stumbled forward, gasping for breath. The force of the vines proved overwhelming, choking the life out of them.

"Plunder one of their muskets, it may come in handy in due time," Jack instructed Mary.

Stepping aside, Jack cleared a path for Mary to retrieve a musket. As she grasped the weapon, she turned the blade towards Jack's heart, lightly grazing his chest.

"Never again shall ye lay yer peepers upon me while I sheddin' my garb," she hissed, her voice tinged with annoyance and anger.