Authors: Lesley Owen
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Designed by Nicola Ormerod
To Georges for Marie-Gabrielle
1. Antigua to Dominica
2. The Espadon
to Green Island
4. The Exchange
6. Antigua to Jamaica
7. Port Royal
8. The Battle for The Angustias
9. Return to Antigua
10. The Storm
11. Grenada to Cayenne
12. Seven Years Later
1. Antigua to Dominica
In the captain’s cabin of the Scorpion, a naked woman was pulled up on to her toes and spread-eagled by two heavy iron slave bars. Each bar was four feet long with loops at each end for her ankles and her wrists. A taught chain from the centre ring of the upper bar ran through a large ring in one of the cabin’s roof beams and was secured to a wall timber. The woman had been left waiting for some time in the hot and stuffy atmosphere and she was nervous; beads of sweat ran down her body.
The door opened and a tall
woman entered, tossing her black leather
hat on to a nearby chair. She was dressed in a
coat and matching pants
, which were
tucked into black thigh boot
s. She always wore black; the only exception was her white blouse under her jacket with its frilly front.
She was in good shape
years and well-proportioned for her six feet.
Her long greying hair was held in place by a black scarf wrapped around her forehead and tied at the side. She had an attractive face, but it bore the signs of hardship.
She approached the naked woman. “Do you know who I am?”
“Yes. You’re the buccaneer Captain Quinn; captain of the Scorpion.”
“What else do you know?”
“That you’re a ruthless thieving pirate. And they say…they say that you’re a lesbian.”
Quinn caressed one of the woman’s breasts, then her nipple. “That’s all true, but I like men too. Do you know anything more about me?”
“They say that you like to whip women.”
“Ah! They say that do they?” Quinn moved around the woman and caressed her backside. “Well that’s true as well. But I usually prefer to watch - a habit I picked up in prison. So I suggest that you answer all my questions.”
Quinn returned to the woman’s front and her nipples. “You’ve got a nice body, nice large tits, nice arse; it interests me. Your nipples are hard now. How old are you?”
She ran her hand up and down the woman’s stomach; the woman trembled.
“What’s your name?”
“Have you been with many men? Or women?”
“No, but I’m not a virgin.”
“My men tell me that you come from the De Moncey plantation on Guadeloupe?”
Sarah’s breathing was getting quicker. “Y…yes I work there as a governess. Oh please...”
“You must know Danielle de Moncey then?”
“Yes, I work for her.”
“Ah! Why were you in St John’s and not back on Guadeloupe?”
“I was sent to pick up a wedding dress.”
“So all this about a wedding on Martinique is true?”
“It’s common knowledge on Guadeloupe. It takes place in a week’s time at the Saint Louis cathedral, Fort de France.”
Quinn was now standing close at Sarah’s side, her legs astride her outstretched thigh. She caressed the woman’s nipples once more with one hand and her backside with the other.
“So when does the family leave?”
“W…when I left I was told that the departure would be several days in advance, ready for the preparations. Please… I’ll tell you everything!”
“I know you will Sarah. For now all I need to know is when they’ll leave, the name of the ship and who’ll be on board.”
Quinn’s hand had moved down from the woman’s nipples and was now exploring between her legs.
“Oh! Oh please! The ship’s the Espadon and it was due to leave Point
“Françoise de Moncey will be aboard. That’s all I know! Oh please!”
“Are they going directly to Martinique?”
“I think they have to stop at Dominica for some of the family! Oh! Her father Pierre de Moncey came with me to Antigua and then went over to St Kitts. I think he’ll meet them over there. Oh please!”
“Is that a ‘please stop’ or a ‘please continue’?”
She trembled and panted. “Please stop!”
“But you’re wet. You like feeling helpless and exposed like this don’t you?”
“If I continue to caress your cunt you’ll come, won’t you?” Sarah did not reply and looked away towards the window. She was now shaking in her bonds. “Well, you’ve been a good girl. Kiss me and you can come.”
Sarah turned and opened her mouth to Quinn’s. Quinn’s hand worked her crotch and she shuddered and grunted as they kissed. She pulled her mouth away and yelled as she came.
“Aaaaah! Oh! Oh! Captain Quinn!”
“You liked that you young slut.”
“Oh! Please! Don’t stop! You can whip me if you want to...”
“Not so fast. I’ll slacken your chain and leave you for a while. I must tend to the crew. I’ll send in a man to amuse you for a while.”
Captain Jacqueline Quinn
left her cabin for the quarter deck.
Quinn’s real name was Christine Cartwrigh
t, who in her twenties
penal colony off French Guiana
Her years there
left their mark and had
made her tough
. She had also served many years under the buccaneer Captain
had learnt her pirate trade well. She
now commanded a crew of f
ty on her ship
an excellent captain,
well respected by her all male crew.
It was late morning and the
was under full sail surging through the Caribbean between Montserrat and Antigua. Standing next to the helm was Quinn’s First Mate
a huge negro called Fletch.
Black as ebony
he was nearly seven feet tall
captain. He was an escaped slave from a plantation in Barbados and had been Quinn’s right hand man f
rom the start
. His notorious reputation was
wide-spread. He was extremely strong and a cold blooded
amongst pirates he was renowned for
his huge cock
. It was rumoured to be
a good twelve inches
as a woman’s wrist.
Quinn turned to Fletch. “
The girl has told me that
the daughter of
a ship called the Espadon
Have you heard of her?”
“Aye cap’n. Iz remember her. She used to be
the British gun brig HMS Hardy, a square rigger taken
by the French two
smaller and less well armed
than us. Crew thirty tops.”
“Excellent! She l
eft Pointe à Pitre
this morning bound for
The race is on! Let’s try and take her before she gets to Martinique!
It’s a fine morning Fletch and we’re making good progress
With this wind we should reach Basseterre Guadeloupe by this evening.”
good cap’n - sea smooth. If we push
during the night
could be reachin’ the north point of Dominica by mornin
Quinn called over to Tom Swift, her quartermaster who was mid-ships. “I’ve some fresh flesh for you in my cabin Tom! Give her a light whipping with a single-tail and see if she knows more about the Espadon’s cargo. I’ll join you in a few minutes.”
Swift needed no encouragement. “Aye, aye captain! If thems your orders! Nice looking wench!” He passed the captain grinning, picking up a length of rope as he went.
was a handsome man in his early thirties. He
had deserted the Royal Navy
at English Harbour,
Antigua some years previously and had joined the
spending a heavy night in bed with
Quinn in an inn. He was known to be favoured by the captain
and she often availed herself of his services
As quartermaster Swift
was in charge of distributing
upplies, delegating work,
as well as
guarding and dividing plunder.
also maintained order
hen discipline or punishment was necessary, only he or the captain could
Swift also helped
ships were worth
and often led any boarding party, ultimately deciding what loot to keep.
The rest of the
crew were a mixture of no goods
had moved from ship to ship
, but most liked being on the Scorpion, she was profitable
Quinn turned and yelled to the crew. “I
t’ll be double rations of rum for all tonight if we make Pointe Noire before sunset!
The crew cheered.
Quinn looked thoughtfully at t
he imposing shape of the volcano Soufrière on Montserrat looming to their port side
turned back to Fletch with a grin. “
I’m feeling good on this one
You’ll both dine with me in my cabin tonight
and we’ll discuss plans.
making a good eight knots south. Pointe Noire w
ten hours away
providing the conditions held.