Pirates of the Storm (Stranded In Time Book 1) (8 page)

Graves eyed Jeff with some suspicion.
“Don’t ye like the wenches?” he asked.

“I like wenches just fine,” Jeff
replied. “It’s syphilis I don’t like.”

“How’d ye know ‘er name?” Graves
asked.

“What?”

“How’d ye know ‘er name was…
Safilis?”

“Not Safilis, Syphilis!” Jeff replied
with a laugh. Graves looked confused, so Jeff attempted to explain,
“Syphilis – you know the STD, er, the sickness you get from laying
with unclean women.”

“Aye! Ye mean the French Pox,” Graves
nodded with recognition.

“Whatever you call it,” Jeff
agreed.

“Ye need not fear the French Pox, Mr.
Greene. I have medicine for that,” Graves offered.

“I heard that the last person you
treated for French Pox died!” Jeff exclaimed.

“Aye! But it was not me fault he could
not hold his medicine!” Graves yelled defensively.

“I didn’t mean to imply it was your
fault, Mr. Graves, merely that French Pox can be
dangerous.”

“Very well, Mr. Greene. But if ye do
not want the whore the Captain chose for ye, I’m going to go see if
I can ‘ave ‘er.”

“By all means,” Jeff agreed as Graves
arose and made his way to the back exit.

“So,” Robinson began, “Was that for my
benefit, or did you really turn down the Captain’s gift for fear of
the French Pox?”

“Both,” Jeff replied.

“Interesting,” Robinson smiled. “So
does this mean you might be agreeable to taking a walk with
me?”

“Of course,” Jeff replied with a
smile.

“Good! Come with me,” Robinson said as
she headed toward the front door. Jeff quickly followed her
outside. The bright sun hurt his eyes as he exited the tavern, but
he adjusted quickly as he followed Robinson across to a stand of
trees. Robinson paused in the shade for a moment, surveying the
activity along the strip of buildings. “It’s important that we not
be followed,” she explained. When Robinson was convinced that the
coast was clear, she beckoned for Jeff to follow her. “Do not talk,
as we must listen for anyone nearby,” she instructed.

They walked for some distance through
the trees before emerging onto the beach. Ahead Jeff could see a
rock face that jutted out into the water. Robinson led him to the
back of the rocks and through a narrow passageway that opened up
into a cave with a crystal-clear pool of water in it. She reached
her hands behind her head and untied the dirty bandana covering it
to reveal shiny straight black hair that dropped to her shoulders.
“Do you swim, Mr. Greene?” Robinson asked as she began to remove
her clothes.

“Yes, of course,” Jeff replied, taking
her lead and slipping off his shirt.

“Good, not many in this day do. They
say that it is unhealthy, but I love to swim,” she said as she
removed her remaining clothing and stood naked in front of
him.

Jeff was speechless.
Although she still had the grime on her face and was a bit hairy in
areas that 21
^st
century women tended to keep trimmed or shaved,
she was actually quite a beautiful woman. She smiled as she turned
and dove into the water and Jeff quickly stripped off his pants and
dove in after her. Jeff surfaced in the warm water a few feet away
from Robinson. He moved toward her and she swam
backwards.

“Not so fast, Mr. Greene,” she teased.
“If you want me, you’ll have to catch me!” she said as she turned
in the water to swim away. Jeff swam after her and was surprised at
how fast she moved through the water. She reached the ledge
surrounding the pool and popped out of the water. Jeff followed
close behind and ran after her. Robinson ran around the edge of the
pool until she reached the cave wall and then dove back into the
water. Jeff was close behind and as he dove in, he managed to grab
her leg before she could get any momentum. She laughed as he pulled
her toward him. “Well done, Mr. Greene! You have caught me fair and
square. Come and claim your prize,” she said before swimming slowly
toward the ledge and climbing out.

She picked up their two piles of
clothes and arranged them on the cave floor. “This should do,” she
said as she laid down on them. The swim had washed much of the
grime from her face and with the water droplets shining on her skin
in the dim light, she was even more beautiful than before. Jeff
felt his arousal building and Robinson looked at him with a lusty
look in her eye. “Do bring that to me, Mr. Greene!” Jeff lay down
beside her and she turned to face him. Their eyes met for a moment
before they embraced and locked their lips together in a passionate
kiss. After some minutes, Robinson sat up, straddling him and said,
“Well, Mr. Greene, are you ready to collect your prize?”

“Yes, very ready!” Jeff said with a
smile.

“In that case…” She ground her pelvis
against his as Jeff moved his hands over her tan skin, caressing
her. She felt incredible, and it probably would have progressed to
something even better, if not for the land crab that had its burrow
right below where they were lying.

They were both moaning with pleasure
when the crab’s pincer found Jeff’s testicles. “AHHHH!” he screamed
out in pain. But Robinson thought he was just enjoying the moment
and continued to rock back and forth on him. “Stop! Stop!
Something’s pinching me!” he yelled. Robinson quickly climbed off
of him and spotted the crab, now firmly attached to Jeff’s privates
with both claws. She couldn’t help but laugh at his predicament.
“Ahhh! Ow! Fuck!” he screamed, which only caused her to laugh
harder. “Stop laughing and help me!” Jeff yelled in pain while he
unsuccessfully attempted to remove the crab.

Trying to stifle her laughter,
Robinson searched through the clothing and pulled out her knife.
“Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! What are you going to do with that!” Jeff
yelled.

“Don’t worry, Mr. Greene, I’m becoming
quite fond of that part of you!” she said still chuckling, “I’m
going to cut off the crab’s claws and then remove them from you.
Just hold the crab steady and don’t move!” She bent down and with
two quick crunches, deftly separated the crab from its claws. Jeff
tossed the crab to the side as she gently pried the claws from his
scrotum.

Jeff sighed with relief. “Damn that
hurt!” Robinson could no longer hold back and broke into a fit of
hysterical laughter. “Thanks for laughing at my pain!” Jeff said,
now chuckling himself.

Robinson finally managed to compose
herself. “I’ve heard of men having the crabs before, but I had no
idea!” she said, breaking once more into a fit of laughter. This
time Jeff joined in and they were both laughing so hard that they
were crying.

When they both managed to settle down
and catch their breath, Robinson looked at him with a wicked smile
and asked, “Do you think you can carry on, or are you too
injured?”

“I think I can manage,” Jeff said with
a smile as felt his arousal building once more. “But this time, you
be the one at crab-level!” he said as he pulled her down and rolled
on top of her. He kissed her deeply as he joined his body with
hers. They moved together for some time before Jeff felt her body
tighten and Robinson screamed out in pleasure. A moment later, he
could no longer hold back and was overtaken by his own climax. “I
hope that was a scream of… enjoyment and not another crab,” Jeff
said with a twinkle in his eye.

Robinson laughed, “Definitely not a
crab!”

The two relaxed for a few minutes in
each other’s embrace before Robinson said, “I would love to stay
and have another go with you, as it has been far too long since I
have had such pleasure. But, we should be getting back to the
tavern before we are missed.”

“I suppose you’re right,” Jeff agreed.
They washed quickly in the water and then sorted out their
respective clothing. Jeff dressed and helped Robinson re-wrap her
chest and smear some mud on her face to re-establish her disguise
before the two headed back to the tavern.

“Oh, one thing…” Jeff began as they
headed out of the cave, “What’s your first name? Given our
activities today, it seems odd to only know you as ‘Mr.
Robinson’.”

“My name is Jennifer, or Jenny as my
husband used to call me,” she replied with a faint look of sadness
in her eye. The Captain said your name was Jeff?”

“Yes,” he nodded.

“Well, it would be inappropriate to
use those names around the crew, but when we have the opportunity
for privacy, I should like to call you Jeff and for you to call me
Jenny.”

“Agreed,” Jeff smiled.

As they reached the edge of the trees
just outside town, Jenny once again scanned the street. “You go in
first and I’ll come in a bit later, just to make sure nobody
suspects us,” she suggested. Jeff nodded and walked across to the
tavern and entered. Graves, Crabtree, and the two Stevens were at
the table drinking and apparently had been for some
time.

Crabtree looked up as Jeff approached
and raised his mug. “Mr. Greene, join us for some rum!” The other
men were obviously pretty drunk as they raised their mugs in
greeting.

“Wheresss Misssterr Rrrobinson?”
Graves asked.

“I have no idea. I figured she’d be
here with you… Uh, HE’s probably off with a whore somewhere,” Jeff
replied, cringing to himself as he realized he’d referred to
Robinson as a she. To his relief, none of the men seemed to have
picked up on his slip and they continued to drink.

Jeff picked up an empty mug and poured
a small quantity of rum into it from the pitcher on the table. He
didn’t really want to drink rum, but he figured he’d look out of
place if he didn’t. He waved over the serving wench and asked her
to bring him some coconut water with lime juice. She looked at him
with an odd expression, but nodded as she headed off. She returned
just as Robinson was walking in the door of the tavern. Jeff poured
the juices into his rum and tasted it. It would have been better
cold, but even warm it was not too bad. Robinson took a seat beside
him at the table. “Ah, there ye be, Robinssson,” Crabtree slurred.
“Did ye enjoy yer whore?”

“Aye!” Robinson acknowledged. “Think
she might have had crabs though,” she said, elbowing Jeff in the
ribs.

He stifled a laugh and said, “I’m sure
Mr. Graves can cure that if need be.”

“Aye!” Graves nodded, spilling his
rum.

Just then, the Captain emerged from
the back door and strode across to the table. “Gentlemen, make
space for I have invited some friends to drink and eat with us.”
Jeff and the others shifted their positions to make room at the
table as the Captain waved over a small group of old men. The men
took their places at the table as Coxen addressed them. “You all
know my crew, and this is Mr. Greene, whom I’ve told you about.”
Turning to Jeff, he continued, “Mr. Greene, these men have each
lived many years at sea as well as here in Port Royal. I’ve taken
the liberty of explaining your circumstances to them and inquired
if they know anything more about the storm that brought you here
than what I’ve been able to tell you. Mr. Turnbuckle, if you would
be so kind as to go first and share what you told me.”

“Of course,” the elderly man replied.
“I have seen storms like the one two nights ago three other times
in my life, scattered over many years. The other times were all
when I was aboard ships, never before when I was on land as I was
during this storm. Other than the storms themselves, nothing was
odd, except for the first one. During the first one I experienced
off the coast of Jamaica, near the main Port Royal, there was a
brief instant when I saw something that looked like an enormous
ship made of metal. When I rubbed my eyes to look again, it was
gone. Soon after that, the storm broke up and vanished - all in the
blink of an eye.” Jeff spoke up, “May I ask where you were for the
other two storms?” “You may ask, but I don’t really recall. We were
between ports and had not seen land for several days and that is
all that I remember.”

“Thank you, Mr. Turnbuckle,” the
Captain said. “Mr. Gibson, would you be so kind…”

“Yes, Captain, of course,” the next
man replied. “Mr. Greene, I have seen the same type of storm only
once before, just a few years ago. I was on my way over to the
island of Utila on a small boat with my son when the storm came up
out of nowhere. During the storm, I could hear a cry for help off
in the distance, but we were struggling to keep from capsizing
ourselves and could not lend assistance. When the storm passed, we
found a drowned man in strange clothing floating in the water. My
son pulled him into our boat and we took him to be buried on Utila.
He was wearing this strange bracelet…” Gibson pulled a
non-functioning digital wristwatch from his pocket and handed it to
Jeff.

“Yes, this is something from my time,”
Jeff said excitedly. “This was just a few years ago you
said?”

“Yes,” Mr. Gibson nodded.

Jeff returned the watch to the elderly
man as the Captain turned to the last man and said, “Mr.
Thomas?”

“Yes,” Mr. Thomas began, “I too have
seen the same odd storm only one other time. It was at least 20
years ago, when I was still serving on the crew of Captain
Morgan.”