Return to the Sea
Evelyn’s rescue and the circle closes
PART TWELVE 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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Four months after her conviction for piracy, Evelyn commemorated the one year anniversary of her last sight of England. She missed her Uncle and Jack. However, once she got into the farm-life routine, she was not an unhappy woman.
Evelyn wrote letters to Uncle Hank. She wrote she was stranded, but living safely on the Ile de la Tortue. She held tightly to the thought he would find her. But, at year’s end, she would marry Mr. Bonny.
A month later, Evelyn was interrupted by Mr. Bonny’s son, “There’s a soldier here. He has a coat with lots of bright buttons, a tall hat, and a sword. And he has a pistol too.”
Evelyn crept to the house. He was on the front porch. He wore a British Naval uniform.
British! How can that be?
The man turned around.
“JACK!” Evelyn surged forward, and she leapt into his arms. “Oh, Jack!” She hugged him, never intending to let him go.
After a moment, John Howell pealed Evelyn away. “My word, you are a sight for sore eyes! I have searched everywhere for you.” Evelyn jumped up and kissed him
“And you found me!”
Jack mounted his horse and swooped her up to ride in front of him, astride the saddle horn. Evelyn wrapped her arms around him.
“Why are we in such a hurry?” she asked as they rounded the corner at a fast trot.
“My ship’s cannons are holding the townspeople at bay. They will soon find the means to retaliate.”
“So, you are kidnapping me again?”
“Do you want to stay?”
“No!”
“Then, I am rescuing you.”
Later, Evelyn stood in the captain’s cabin of Jack’s new schooner. She was gazing out the aft widows while she changed into her cabin-boy costume. She watched the rocky shoreline of the Ile de la Tortue fade into the horizon.
Five months on that wretched rock…
“I approve of your new ship. She is so much bigger than the old one. Does she have a name?”
“Aye, the Queen Evelyn.” He inspected her with a twinkle in his eye. The costume did nothing to repel his attraction.
“I love it!” Along with her breasts, her hair had grown out and she tied it into a ponytail. Then she knotted that and shoved it under a cap. When she finished, Evelyn turned to him. “M’lord, is there some means that I may be of service?” She licked her lips.
He examined her with a juvenile grin. “Aye, but I’ll make you wait.”
“How did you escape? Captain Gamero was certain you were dead.”
“The Spaniards thought they had us trapped on the island. But, we waited for a moonless night and waded to a neighboring island. The next night, before the moon rose, we stole two small boats at a settlement and we were gone.”
“Bravo!”
He studied her for a moment. With a somber voice, he said, “Those boats were not ocean worthy, but they got us to New Providence.”
She stopped dead. “New Providence?”
“Aye, I saw your uncle.”
“Uncle Hank!”
“At the time, I thought you were dead. I saw the Spaniards hang everyone. I’m sorry. It truly hurt me to my core, but I told him you had been murdered by the Spanish.”
Evelyn dropped into a chair. “Oh, my word!”
“That was five months ago.”
“I wrote him, maybe he got my letter.”
When the sky was dark, he lit a lantern and rubbed her shoulders.
“How badly did they hurt you?”
“You know about that?”
“Aye, it took a while for that story to get off that miserable rock. But the story of the girl, pretending to be a boy and convicted of piracy, spread like wildfire. I knew it had to be you. We had to do some port hopping, but we finally found where the Spanish had dropped you.”
She told him of her experiences, and then asked, “So, where are we bound to now?”
“The Virgin Island. The King is offering a pardon to all pirates who take a loyalty oath. I’m going to take the pledge. And then,” he stroked her face, “I want to marry a fine Scottish lass with wanderlust eyes, firm sea legs, and delicious breasts.” His fingers trailed across her nipples through the cotton fabric.
Sobering her voice, Evelyn answered his clumsy proposal, “While I still wish we could get my Uncle’s blessing, I accept your proposal of marriage. That is, if you are serious.”
“Indeed, I am serious.” He kissed her. “Now, get me some dinner, boy!”
“Aye, m’lord.” He swatted her bottom as she sashayed away.
For two weeks, the pirate schooner sailed eastward. Then, flying the British flag, they dropped anchor in the Virgin Island port. On behalf of the crew, Jack went to see the governor.
“Did you get the pardon?” Evelyn’s question of Jack was superfluous, had he not gotten the pardon, he would have been arrested.
“Aye, and we get to keep our ship. Since Spanish pirates took the ship from her original English crew and we merely stole her from the Spanish, we have been declared to be the Queen Evelyn’s owners.” A moment later, he added, “But, we must go back to pirating.”
“What?”
“King George is waging a new war with the Spanish. We are to be the King’s privateers. We can only raid Spanish ships, and we must give a portion of the booty to the King.”
“That’s not so bad.”
“But, not the life I wanted for us.” He held her and kissed her. “Here, I bought you this.”
Opening the package, Evelyn gasped as she admired the gown of pale blue satin. She held the soft fur trim to her cheek.
“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s your wedding dress. Now that I am free from prosecution, we can be married by the padre in the St. Thomas Church tomorrow.”
Following their wedding, they rode a carriage to an inn. She watched him sign the register ‘Mr. and Mrs. Howell’. He then swept Evelyn up into his arms and carried her to their room. Kicking the door shut, he deposited her on the bed.
“I’ve waited long enough,” he said, “for your virginity.”
“Aye.” Evelyn laid back and waited for her husband to undress her.
Once he had her presented nude, he began kissing her tiny toes and worked his way up. He paused at the curly brown hair covering her mons; he inhaled the musky aroma of her arousal.
“Mm, you are so delicious,”
She was groaning with anticipation when he finally reached her breasts. These, he coated with kisses.
“Husband, do you like them now that they are bigger?”
“I’ve always loved your breasts. I’m sorry that I made fun of them before, but it is nice that there is now more to love.”
Abandoning her mounds, he kissed his way up her collarbone to her neck. Bypassing her lips, he kissed her nose, her eyes, and her forehead. Unable to stand any more, she pulled his lips to hers.
“My turn.” Evelyn undressed Jack. She giggled and stroked his manhood. Kneeling on the floor, she watched his eyes while she circled his purplish tip with her tongue. “You taste good too.” Abandoning his firm member, she walked to the window. With her naked back to the sunlight, she smiled. “My Lord, how may I serve you?”
“You can get your arse back in the bed!” He grabbed her away from the window and smacked her bottom as he tossed her back onto the bed. Lying on her back, she raised her knees and opened her thighs. Rolling her to one side, he laid his head on the inside of her left thigh. He watched closely as her pink petals swelled and opened to reveal all of her glistening secrets. With his index finger, he explored her womanhood.
Finding the fleshy hood, he touched her barely hidden, swollen love nub. “Ohh,” she moaned. Her body stiffened as she pressed her head into the pillow. Her eyes closed and her mouth formed an ‘O’. “Please, oh, please,” she moaned again. “Jack, please don’t tease me anymore. Take me now!” Her hand tugged on his erection. “I must have you inside me.”
Kneeling between her open thighs, he leaned down to kiss her. His tip found its own way to its warm, moist home.
“Be gentle,” she reminded him.
He opened her legs yet more and pressed a tiny bit more into her wet channel. Her arms wrapped around him, gripping his back.
“Yes,” she encouraged.
He pulled back slightly, and pressed into her again. His tip encountered the tight barrier of her maidenhead.
She flinched and groaned.
“This had been between us for long enough.” He kissed her again, and then held her tight. Like tearing a bandage from a sore, he clenched his hips and drove his rod into, and through, this last hurdle.
“EEwwo,” she squealed and bit into his shoulder. Holding motionless, they each inhaled in a deep breath.
“Aw, I’m glad that’s done. I’m sorry.” She kissed the teeth marks on his shoulder.
“It’s okay.” She thrust her hips into him. She filled herself with his rod.
She was now a pirate’s wife. They were bound to Panama, where they would raid the Spanish gold mines.
THE END… for real, this is THE END
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