From the Pan into the FIRE
Evelyn is taken prisoner by the Spanish
PART NINE of the Pirates of the Caribbean serial
If you are new to this story serial, read PART ONE, Pilgrims Below Deck, or review the summary by clicking here.
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In the morning, Evelyn contemplated the Spanish warship anchored two miles to the south. They had made no attempt to attack during the night.
The pirate crew weighed the anchor and set the mainsail. Under minimal sail, the ship continued toward the island. Evelyn watched the men use lead weights to sound the bottom. On the north side of the island, the ship was again anchored with five feet of water to spare. The Spanish ship was no longer in sight.
“Jack, how long are we going to stay here?” Evelyn asked.
“Probably only a day or two,” the pirate captain answered. “That Spanish ship will have to give up and return to protect the treasure ships very soon. We’ll go ashore and some lookouts will make their way south. They will tell us when the ship has departed. Meanwhile, we’ll collect some turtles and see if there are any bananas or coconuts ashore.”
The long boats were lowered; Jack and Doris were among crewmen who rowed to shore. At dusk, Evelyn returned to her pallet on the galley floor. She stimulated herself, imagining Jack’s cock inside her pussy.
I hope Uncle Hank forgives me, but I’m going to stay with Jack.
She fell asleep.
At the very first hint of daylight, distant cannons roared. A heartbeat later the ship rocked with violent explosions as cannon balls ripped through the hull. Flustered, Evelyn sprinted to the main deck. A quarter-mile away, the ghostly image of a ship materialized; it was slightly smaller than the pirate ship. Before the pirate gun crew had even seen the new Spanish ship, the pirate vessel had been ripped to shreds. The ship rolled half way over onto its side and sank the five feet to the bottom.
She crawled into Jack’s cabin.
Peeking out the windows, she saw the approach of several row boats full of soldiers. As the boats reached the ship’s sunken starboard side, they climbed aboard.
Evelyn did not know Spanish. But, like many Scotsmen, her mother was of French descent. Evelyn had learned to speak French before she learned English. While she couldn’t understand their exact meaning, she found some of the Spanish words to be similar to French ones.
If they are to believe I am the pirate’s prisoner, I must be wearing my dress.
Evelyn searched Jack’s cabinet until she found her original clothing. Stripping off the shirt and breeches, she pulled on her own shirt and skirt. She was buttoning her vest when a Spaniard appeared in the doorway.
Startled to see her, he raised his pistol. But Evelyn stepped forward with her arms wide as though to embrace him. Hoping he would understand some of the words, she spoke French when she said, “Praise God, you have come to save me at last!”
She reached out to hug him. She kissed his lips. He froze. This was not the time to be coy. She needed to instantly convince the Spaniard of her sincerity, and the kiss is what popped into her mind.
“Mademoiselle, you are a prisoner of the pirates?” he asked in French.
Realizing the Spaniard had understood her, she looked into the young officer’s eyes and said, “Oui”
The young officer wrapped his arms around the trembling girl. “You are safe now,” he replied in French. “Did they… hurt you?”
“They did many cruel things to me. But, they did not… abuse me.”
“Come with me, you are safe now.”
He hoisted her into his arms and carried her to the main deck. Evelyn covered her mouth to hold down her bile when she saw the pirates hanging from the mast. A row boat took her to the ship whose cannon fire had so effectively destroyed the pirate ship. When they tied alongside the ship, hands reached down and grabbed her arms. While she was being hauled to the deck, the midshipman chivalrously bundled her skirt to maintain her privacy.
“Merci.” Evelyn turned to look at the pirate ship. The Spaniards had set it ablaze.
The Spanish ship rounded Inagua Island and tied up alongside the giant warship. The hull of the Spanish Man-of-War blocked the sky from the deck of the smaller vessel. Evelyn never imagined such a huge ship could exist. The whole of the pirate ship could have sat upon her main deck.
A lieutenant approached her and spoke French. “Mademoiselle, I am Lieutenant Juan Almeda, at your service.” He bowed.
“Evelyn Douglas,” she curtsied.
“The Captain wishes to talk with you about your… adventure.” He turned toward the aftcastle and Evelyn followed him into the towering structure. It truly resembled a castle. “The largest ship afloat; she carries 144 guns,” he proclaimed, seeing the awe wash over her face.
Evelyn’s jaw dropped as she viewed the ornate decorations of the Captain’s large room. The Spanish lived in unbelievable splendor. The Captain sat at his desk while the midshipman, who had discovered her, stood to one side. Another gray bearded officer stood in the opposite corner. The Captain rose when she entered the room. She could not help but admire his uniform and neatly trimmed, spade beard.
“Mademoiselle Douglas, it is my honor to present Captain Gamero,” Lieutenant Almeda said, speaking French.
“Your Excellency,” Anna continued in French and curtsied, “thank you for rescuing me.”
“Please be seated.” Evelyn sat, and then the other three men sat at a distance from Evelyn and the Captain. “I understand that you have quite a story to tell me.”
“Oui, and now it has a very happy ending.” She forced a disarming smile. “I was serving as a cook aboard my uncle’s vessel…” She continued, babbling as she told the story of her capture and captivity.
“I see, a very interesting story.” The Captain studied the young woman. He frowned. “I have questioned other members of the crew, and they have told me a bit of a different story.”
Evelyn’s heart stopped. “What did they say?”
“A good many things that agree with your tale. But, nothing about you having been captured. They said you are, in fact, the pirate captain’s cabin boy.”
“Captain Howell pledged to my uncle that he would keep me innocent. Thus, he forced me to dress as a boy to keep me safe from abuse at the hands of the other pirates.”
“I see. Forgive me for what insult this might be, but we have a great deal of experience with pirates. We have never known of a pirate to keep a female captive; they abuse them and kill them. And, we have never known of a pirate to hold anyone for ransom. So, you see my reluctance to accept your story without evidence.” He waited for Evelyn to digest the meaning of his words. “I am afraid, but I must insist on some proof of what you say.”
“Proof?”
“Oui. This man,” he pointed to the older officer, “is our ship’s doctor. Affording you as much modesty as possible, I wish you to prove to him that you are a female.”
“Prove?” Evelyn’s voice squeaked. “Now?”
“Now.”
The doctor stood and tugged on Evelyn’s arm. He pulled on her arm until she stood. He led her into a corner in the back of the room. The other three men stood and faced away.
“Don’t make this any more difficult than it has to be. Confess that you are a boy, or undress. Let’s get this over with quickly,” he whispered.
Standing with the open window behind her, Evelyn remembered her first day of captivity. She had thought that experience to be a nightmare, but this treatment was worse. Evelyn unbutton her vest. Staring at the Spanish Captain’s back, she unbuttoned her shirt. She pulled the two halves open. Helpless, she exposed her meager bosom.
The doctor held her nipple between thumb and forefinger until it peaked. “I need you to continue.”
Now, focusing on the ceiling, Evelyn’s fingers fumbled for the buttons of her skirt. She opened the fastening and let the fabric drop to the floor. With his left hand, the doctor lifted the tails of her shirt. His right hand reached under her clothing. He touched her.
His fingers traced through her curly hairs until they found her womanly folds.
“Spread your legs.”
He opened her. One finger explored deeper until if found her moist opening.
Evelyn gasped, “Non, s’il vous plaît!” as his finger attempted entry.
“Very well.” He retracted his hand.
Turning his back, he joined the other men facing the wall. Feeling defiled, Evelyn quickly dressed. With her face ablaze with embarrassment, she returned to her chair.
The other men turned their questioning gaze to the doctor.
“She is most certainly female,” the doctor pronounced. “Astoundingly, she is indeed a virgin.”
Food was brought for her, and several men quietly conferred with the Captain while she dined. When she finished eating, the Captain approached her.
“I am very sorry for your ordeal. But the law is clear. Anyone who assists pirates — in any way — is to be hanged.”
Evelyn’s mind produced the image of dangled from the ship’s mast.
THE END of this part, but PART TEN— A Pirate’s Penalty, continues the story.
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