The Captive
Evelyn is kidnapped by the pirate, Captain Howell
This is PART TWO of the Pirates of the Caribbean story
Read PART ONE, Pilgrims Below Deck here.
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When the pirates boarded the ship, Evelyn was hiding as ordered by her uncle. However, the pirates were searching for gold coins and did not miss the young woman.
“Ah,” the pirate said as he traced a finger along Evelyn’s jaw, “it appears you have a stowaway on-board your ship.”
Though his hands clenched into fists, Evelyn’s uncle Douglas steeled his emotions. He knew Evelyn would be no better off with him dead.
“No, she is not a stowaway. She is just an orphan girl that I hired to cook for the passengers, and clean up after them. But, there still is no more money aboard.”
The pirate twirled his finger in Evelyn’s hair. She spat into his face. Wiping away the spittle, he said, “Take her.” He crossed Evelyn’s wrists and lashed them together with a short piece of rope. “I am Captain Howell, your new lord and master.”
The pirates pulled Evelyn from the room. She wished she could scream, but somehow her throat refused to open. At the ship’s railing, they lifted her into the air by her arms. Her feet kicked under her skirt as they lowered into the boat.
All motion about her seemed to freeze in place, and she collapsed.
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“Wake up, little one,” a voice called out, just before water was splashed into Evelyn’s face.
She wiped the moisture on her sleeve, before thinking she should have tried to capture it in her mouth.
“Did you sleep well?”
Evelyn struggled to stand and meet Captain Howell’s eyes. “No”
He laughed. He scooped up another ladle full of water from a bucket. He held it inches away from her mouth. “Are you thirsty?”
“Yes.” Evelyn studied the horizon, but she saw no English warship coming to her rescue.
“Then… perhaps you now have something to say to me. Something respectful, acknowledging my dominion over you.” He waved the ladle under her nose.
“Captain Howell, may I please have some water?”
“Ah, you are learning quickly, but my men call me Captain Howell. I was expecting you to imagine a loftier title by which to address me.” He dumped the water on her shoes.
“My Lord, may I please have a sip of your water?” She glared into his eyes.
“Very nicely said indeed.” He filled the ladle and held it to her lips. Evelyn drank the water, bathing her parched throat with the cool, soothing liquid.
“Thank you, My Lord.”
He chuckled. “Are you now ready to accept your fate and position aboard my ship? I need your pledge that you will obey me in all things.”
Evelyn swallowed her pride with the last drops of water. “I pledge to obey you.”
“Excellent.” He drew a dagger from his belt and pressed it to her throat. “Such a pledge is not to be made idly, be certain that you mean to live by it.”
Mindful of his blade, Evelyn gave him a slight nod of her head. Releasing her throat, he made a show of slowly dragging the knife edge over the rope that bound her wrists. One by one, the fibers parted, and eventually Evelyn was released.
“Thank you, My Lord.” Evelyn massaged the feeling back into her hands and arms.
The captain’s cabin was beneath the poop deck and was about the same size as Uncle Hank’s cabin. His desk was positioned in the center of the room, with a bunk folded against the wall on the left and cabinets along the right wall. On three sides of the room were windows directed out to sea.
He closed the door behind her as she stepped into the room. On the desk were a plate of food and a pitcher of water. He picked up a piece of meat, examined it, and returned it to the plate. Evelyn salivated. He sat at the desk facing the aft windows.
“Over there,” he pointed over his shoulder to the corner beside his bunk, “is a chamber pot that you might find useful.”
“You expect me to… with you in the room!”
He glared up at her. “Do what you want, but you will not be leaving this room for quite a while.” He poured a goblet of water. He poured it very slowly, allowing the gurgle of the water to hang in the air. Evelyn’s bladder screamed for relief. She snorted, and then stepped around behind him. Evelyn kept her eyes on his back while she lifted her skirt and used the chamber pot. Returning to the desk, her hand drifted toward the food.
“Not yet,” he snapped. “I told my men that you are a boy who dressed as a girl, trying to evade our impressment. Thus, they will leave you alone. However, you must do your part to make their task an easy one.” He passed her a bundle of clothing. “I need you to change from that dress into these.” Evelyn examined the bundle and found a man’s shirt and breeches. Seeing the wisdom of this, she started to carry the bundle back to the corner behind him. “NO! This time, you will remain where you are.”
Evelyn froze.
“This is the moment that you prove the earnest of your pledge to me, your pledge to obey me.” He toyed with the food again. Evelyn’s stomach growled. She had not eaten since breakfast the previous day. “I will exercise my will over you. You won’t leave this room until you comply.” He shrugged his shoulders when she made no move to submit. “If you dally much longer, I will signal for a couple of men to assist you. I doubt that you will enjoy their help.” Evelyn continued to stand motionless. “Additionally, your secret will then be known to the crew.”
Evelyn swallowed hard. “I’m an innocent. Do you pledge not to touch me?”
“I’ll think on it, but I do intend to enjoy our time together. I believe you can imagine how that might be.”
“Yes, m’lord,” she whispered. He continued to stare at her. She imaged a score of men filling the room to strip her; their hands ravishing her body. She began to undress.
Evelyn unbuttoned and removed her vest. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall to the deck. The tails of her shirt extended to her mid-thigh, otherwise her legs were bare.
“May I keep my own shirt… My Lord?”
“No.”
She unbuttoned the shirt, pulled it from her shoulders. She gasped as the air chilled her skin. She immediately used her left arm to cover her chest, while the fingers of her right hand fanned in an attempt to cover her pubis. Its thin covering of brown curly hair assisted in concealing her secret pink folds.
He laughed. “My, what tiny titties. You are young. How old are you?”
Evelyn’s face flared with embarrassment. However, his laughter made her more embarrassed by her undeveloped womanly features than her nudity. “I’m twenty years old.”
“I can see why you are a virgin.” He chuckled again. However, he did pause to examine her body. “Put your arms down.” After considering resisting him for two heartbeats, Evelyn submitted to his will — displaying her body completely. “Turn around.” Without further delay, she obeyed his command. “Mm, you do have a cute bottom. I will look forward to your disobedience… to my opportunity to spank you.” Evelyn was grateful he could not see the tears forming in her eyes. “All right, get dressed.” He pushed the bundle of men’s clothing across the desk.
Standing before the open windows, standing with her back to the stares of the pirate captain, she quickly donned the man’s shirt and pants. She scanned the horizon for a sign that rescue was on its way.
“There will be no rescue ship,” he said, reading her mind. “The people of the Virgin Island will be sympathetic with your uncle. And, they will help him provision and repair his ship. But, no one will venture to raise a hand against me. I bring commerce to the islands just as your uncle does. The citizens know not to anger me. I can disperse a hundred men into their city to rape and pillage at will. They will not risk that to save the innocence of one small girl. Now, if they were to somehow capture a pirate, they would happily hang him. But, they will not risk their lives to chase one.”
Biting her lip and dressed as a man, Evelyn turned around to face him. With snarled dirty hair, she looked like a young man. However, the breeches were too large, and he used the remains of the rope that had bound her hands to secure the pants around her waist.
“Good, but take off the shoes. You will be barefoot aboard my ship.”
She complied, handing him her shoes. He smiled at her obedience.
THE END of this part, but PART THREE, Taking the Lashes, continues the story.
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