Pilgrims Below Deck
Amorous Adventure Aboard Ship
This is PART ONE of the Pirates of the Caribbean story
“Many years ago, the city of Port Royal was a haven for the pirates. However, Captain Morgan freed the city from those evil influences.” Evelyn was holding court with the passengers along the leeward rail. She recited the words her uncle had given her; words to ease their fears. “There is little chance we will encounter pirates on this voyage.”
It was the spring of 1720, and Evelyn’s uncle was transporting cargo and pilgrims from Liverpool to Port Royal, Jamaica. Evelyn was charged with the care and feeding of the passengers. The ship had entered the main body of the Atlantic, and the rolling swells had made them seasick. Thus, they were gathered at the leeward rail.
With a flurry of activity, the crew members swarmed into the rigging. Evelyn watched the sailing-master’s signals to the crew.
“Ah, we are coming about,” Evelyn said. “We will sail southwest to the Azores islands. After taking on supplies, we will continue on to Jamaica.”
Evelyn and the passengers watched the sailors’ delicate dance high in the rigging. As though he was an orchestra conductor, the sailing-master directed that the sails, attached to the two masts, be rotated in a specific sequence while the helmsman turned the boat.
“How long will the trip take?” Harriet asked, somewhat less green about the gills.
“Two months,” Evelyn answered.
Harriet leaned close to Evelyn’s ear. “Uh, if I could be so forward as to ask a personal question — woman to woman?”
“Aye, what is it you want to know?” They stepped away from the other passengers.
“Well…” Harriet stared down at the deck. In hushed tones, she continued, “Is it permitted for a husband to have, uh, relations with his wife aboard ship? My husband assures me that it is permitted, but we all sleep together in that small room. I thought it might be too, uh, impolite.”
Evelyn did her best to suppress her laughter. “Ah, I’m certain that no one can expect you to abstain for such a long period of time. I would caution that you keep the sounds to a minimum, however.”
“You, not being married, don’t know what’s required of a wife. Indeed, I had no idea how demanding a husband would be.”
“Surely you know a… quieter way of relaxing his loins. You must have done something for him in the time before you were married.” Evelyn displayed some of her knowledge, using one hand to stroke the first two fingers of her other hand. Evelyn a virgin; she had never seen nor touched a man’s tool. However, she had worked as a cook in a brothel and knew a great deal about satisfying men.
“Actually, no. Between my mother and my older brothers, I did not have more than a few moments of private time with Daniel before we were married.” The woman stared over the side of the ship.
Thinking it was time to leave Harriet with her thoughts, Evelyn turned away. “And now, I must clean up the dinner meal.”
Evelyn strode across the deck to her domain — the galley. Darkness enveloped the ship, and the passengers returned to the common area. Evelyn began setting up the nocturnal screens.
All of the twenty passengers occupied the small common room. By day, it was one room where they could gather to play card games or sit privately to read. At night, sailcloth was hung to break the room into separate sleeping areas. The passengers consisted of two unmarried males, who slept together in the forward most area, and nine married couples. Each of these occupied their own sleeping area.
When her work was complete, Evelyn returned to her cabin and her hammock.
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The following afternoon, Evelyn led the women in a hair cutting party.
Evelyn said, “The short hair will be much easier to care for on the long journey. You will be much less likely to get lice.”
“But, we’ll look like boys,” Harriet countered.
“I’m certain that your new husband will not be confused.” Evelyn chuckled, remembering their earlier conversation. “And we have two months to let it grow back before anyone else sees us.” With Evelyn’s encouragement, Harriet was first. She allowed Evelyn to cut her hair until the ends barely touched her shoulders. The other women followed suit.
Later, Evelyn noticed the passengers were collected on the main deck. While it was quite normal for many of them to be getting air during the day, she had not seen all of them on deck at the same time since their departure. Leaving the puzzling situation unanswered, she returned to the galley.
Entering the forecastle, she heard a strange sound coming up from the deck below. Gathering her skirt, she descended the staircase to investigate the sound coming from the common room. Then, she recognized the sound. The slapping of firm flesh upon soft flesh was unmistakable.
Curious about which one of the women was getting spanked, she peered around the corner. Evelyn could not see the face of the woman bent over the man’s knee, but she clearly recognized Harriet’s husband as he turned his wife’s bare fanny from milky-white to pink. “You will not deny me!” he proclaimed between each swat. She replied, “Yes, Sir,” a few times, but mostly she whimpered with each painful smack.
Apparently, there is still some dispute about their lovemaking.
While the other passengers discretely allowed the newlyweds this time alone, they all knew what was happening to the young bride. Evelyn spied upon the couple for a full minute. Unlike her own lanky, boyish figure, Harriett had full curves and a generous bottom. Evelyn watched as each smack of her husband’s hand sent ripples across Harriett’s lovely round derrière. The woman flinched and cried out, but made no attempt to evade her husband’s discipline.
Not waiting for Harriett’s punishment to end, Evelyn crept back up the stairway to the galley, busying herself with her task. After about five minutes, Harriet appeared on the deck. The other wives formed a shielding knot around the young bride. Embarrassed, her face was the same shade of pink as Evelyn had last seen on her butt.
“I wanted to stay below, but Daniel forced me to come up,” Harriett said. “He said, I was required to show myself after the discipline.”
“I’m sorry for what happened to you, Harriett,” one of the women said, “but your husband is correct. You cannot withhold your wifely duties for such a long time. Things are different with me and Gerald; we’ve been married longer and occasionally go a month without doing it. But, your poor husband is a youthful man — a newlywed. Being such, lying next to you each night, the poor chap must be in a constant state of arousal. If you denied him for two months, it would drive him mad.”
“It could make him sterile,” another injected.
“But-but, it’s so embarrassing with all of you sleeping so close by. There are no walls at all!” Harriett wailed.
“We understand that. Did you try what I recommended — using your hand to ease his pain?”
Evelyn understood she was not the only one to make the suggestion.
“I tried to do it, but I guess I just didn’t do it right.” Harriett hid her face. “It just made him angry. Hence, my sore bottom.”
“Listen, let’s help the girl out. Let’s make a pact. Tonight, we will all service our husbands. This way, Harriett will not be embarrassed, and she won’t get another spanking.”
“Indeed, and we will be noisy!”
“But… what about the unmarried men? They are on the other side of the sheet from me!” Harriet whined.
“They have their left hands. I’m certain they know what to do.”
That evening, the women completed their plan. The din of passengers rutting was easily heard up the stairway in the pantry where she was attempting to sleep.
Unable to fall asleep, Evelyn resorted to her never-fail relaxation technique. Pulling her night dress up, she opened her thighs. Using her fingers, she massaged her moist opening and gently rubbed on her sensitive nub. The sounds of climax from the passengers provided unexpected stimulation. In a few minutes, her bliss burst forth waves of pleasure. However, her attempt to put herself to sleep failed.
The passengers were still going at it, when Evelyn went on deck to take the night air.
“Excuse me, Miss Douglas, may I join you?”
She glanced over to see Alfred, one of the unmarried male passengers, standing beside her.
He used his chin to direct her attention to the stairs leading down to the common room. “This is the only peaceful spot on the ship.”
“Aye.”
In the morning, the married passengers were in high spirits and chatty during breakfast. Harriett and her husband sported broad smiles. The unmarried male passengers and the crew were not so happy.
THE END of Part One
But, the story continues in PART TWO, The Captive.
Read PART THREE, Taking the Lashes.
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