Finding an Ally
Evelyn discovers that she is not alone
PART FOUR of the Pirates of the Caribbean serial
If you are new to this story serial, read PART ONE, Pilgrims Below Deck
On the fourth day of Evelyn’s captivity, the routine of the pirate ship changed. During the day, the ship sailed under full canvas. But at night, the sails were reduced and the ship made hardly any progress. Additionally, the rolling waves of the Atlantic had subdued, and Evelyn surmised they were close to the shallow water of the Grand Bahama Bank. The pirates were fearful of running aground at night.
Evelyn spent more time on the main deck. The men had grown used to seeing her and took no notice of her.
However, the young, beardless man approached her. “What are you doing?” he asked.
Evelyn bit her lip, wondering what a boy might say. “I’m just watching how the crew does their work.”
“I’m Daryl.”
“Hello, my name is Ev-Edward,” Evelyn established her lie, pretending to be a boy.
“Mm, we should be friends.” He moved closer, and Evelyn thought of darting away.
“Have you been a pirate long?”
He laughed. “I was a crewman on a Dutch merchant ship. The Captain Howell gave us the option of death or joining this crew. Several of the men chose death, but I joined.”
“I should get back to my work.”
Evelyn returned to the galley. She did not notice Daryl followed her. She had her back to the door when she heard it close shut. She took a step back when she saw Daryl.
“What do you want?” She eyed the location of her carving knife and imagined reaching for it.
“I want to be your friend. A time might come when you get into trouble. A friend could help you. We are the same. We should look out for each other.”
“What are you talking about?”
He took a step forward. Whether he intended to or not, he blocked her access to the knife. She tried to step back, but her back was pressed against the counter. She could feel his breath upon her face. Daryl was half a head taller with lean, strong arms. Abruptly, his hands gripped her arms, just above the elbow. Pinning them to her sides, he pulled her into his chest.
Evelyn opened her mouth to scream, but he kissed her. The firmness of his embrace silenced any sound she might make. She had never been kissed before, but this was not how she imaged it. He held her tight, resisting her struggles. She had heard that some men liked other men instead of women, but she had never met one.
When the kiss ended, he placed a hand firmly over her mouth. “Don’t scream. I won’t hurt you. We are alike and we should be friends.” She tried to twist away, but he held her pinned in the corner. “Please hear me out. I know the story the Captain told was a lie. I saw you on the other ship. I know you not a boy. You are really a girl.”
Nose to nose, she studied his eyes. He was not one of those men, but what was he going to do to her?
“We are alike,” he said again. “I am a woman too.”
WHAT?
“Put your hand under my vest and feel my chest.” In placing his right hand over her mouth, he had released her left arm. He eased his grip on her and she slowly brought her hand up into the tight space between them. Starting at his belly, she felt along his torso until she found a breast.
By all that’s holy, he is a woman.
She cupped the entire mound with her hand. She had never felt another woman’s breast before, but this was unmistakable.
“Will you promise to be quiet while I release you? Then we can talk about this.” His-her voice was soft. Evelyn nodded. “Remember, you must keep my secret to ensure that I keep yours.”
She nodded again.
Daryl released her and stepped back. Daryl unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her shoulders, fully exposing her breasts for Evelyn to see. They were smallish, but still larger than Evelyn’s.
“Who else knows?” Evelyn whispered.
“No one. Do you understand now that we are alike? Can we be friends?”
“I suppose so. How… how…”
“It’s a bit of a long story. My real name is Doris Gibson. My mother was a prostitute, and she saw she could provide no other life for me. Thus, to give me a chance in life, she dressed me as a boy and sold my service to an army captain as his aid. For the next several years, I became accustomed to being male. When I grew tall enough, I enlisted and became a soldier. A few years later, I became a sailor. The rest that I told you is true.” He drew a breath. “Do your best to stay out of trouble. If necessary, I will try to help you. But, I don’t know how much I can do.”
“Thank you.”
“I want something in return, something only you can give.”
“Wha-what?”
Doris again moved closer. Evelyn again felt her warm breath. Leaning forward, Doris closed her eyes and touched her forehead to Evelyn’s; they touched noses. She put her mouth over Evelyn’s. This kiss was soft, pleasant. When Doris eased back, she whispered, “I like girls. I want to be with you.”
Evelyn did know women who were that way with other women. There were two such prostitutes working at the brothel where she had been a cook.
“I’m not sure what you mean.” She had no idea what two women would do together.
“Don’t be afraid. I will be gentle. I will show you how nice it can be.” Doris stepped back, allowing Evelyn to breathe deeply. But then, Doris embraced her.
Evelyn tried to resist, but Doris pulled her close and kissed her. Doris’ tongue traced her lips, and she opened her mouth, allowing the tip of Doris’ tongue to explore her. She wrapped her arms around the younger woman and held her snug.
“I don’t know about this. I don’t know if this is for me,” Evelyn said, though she was glad to have strong, comforting arms around her.
Doris ignored the comment. She pressed her body against Evelyn; her long legs straddling hers. They kissed again. Easing back, Doris’ hands began a teasing trek along Evelyn’s torso. She found Evelyn’s tits underneath the thin fabric of her shirt, and began rubbing their nipples until they hardened. She began unbuttoning Evelyn’s shirt, exposing her breasts. As she breathed, her scant chest rose up and down, begging to be touched. Doris leaned down and kissed them. As her nipples ached for attention, Doris sucked them into her mouth and caressed them with her tongue.
She is not offended by my smallness.
“They’re perfect,” she said, reading Evelyn’s mind.
Evelyn discovered she was relaxing in Doris’ arms. She held Doris’ warm, soft body close. She could feel their hearts pounding.
Doris stepped back. “I want to see you.”
Doris continued to undress Evelyn. Confused, she did not resist as Doris stripped her naked.
“You are so beautiful. Don’t be concerned, I won’t rush you.”
Spreading out her blanket on the deck, Doris eased Evelyn down until she lay upon the floor. Kneeling over her; their nipples mingled as they kissed again.
Doris slid her fingers along Evelyn’s belly, down to her curly brown hairs. She opened her folds and felt the wetness oozing from her opening.
“I see that you want me too,” Doris stated.
Without waiting for a response, Doris kissed her once again — sucking Evelyn’s tongue into her mouth. Doris’ fingers found the swollen nub nestled within the folds of Evelyn’s womanhood. Caressing it, Evelyn’s breathing quickened into rapid bursts. Her hips arched upward, and began to buck against the fingers.
Evelyn threw her head back, and Doris covered her mouth to suppress her scream as the flow of pleasure pulsated through her body. Over and over, she shuddered.
As Evelyn’s breathing returned to normal, Doris rolled them onto their sides.
“I’ve never felt like that before.” Evelyn studied her face, and then Doris pulled Evelyn’s face to her breast.
With one of her nipples poised at Evelyn’s lips, she said, “I know this is new to you. I won’t ask more of you tonight. But, do this one thing for me.”
Evelyn opened her lips and sucked in the nipple. The sensation of the crinkled tip sent a tingling rush through her body. As Doris and done for her, Evelyn caressed the nipple with her tongue, while Doris reached her hand into her breeches and brought herself to climax.
As her panting breaths abated, they held each other lying on the floor. When Evelyn drifted off to sleep, Doris quietly left her.
THE END of this part, but PART FIVE— Learning a New Skill, continues the story.
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