The Ship

The Ship

Chapter 1

Penny entered the ship at the Port of Loll; a place where many jump ship but nobody pays any mind. She was

trying to get out, get away from her life, nothing was ever exciting for her, and she was just bored. Port Loll

was also a place for pirates. She didn’t care, she wanted adventure. Nobody would ever let her go out to sea

because she was a woman. Penny hopped aboard the ship Throne, disguised as a male sailor; she was on a Pirate

ship.

When the men were called to their posts she hid in the back waiting for a post to be sent to. She was a new

member of the ship, she was a green hand. But nobody had noticed the new green hand boy was actually a she. It

would be three days before they were far out to sea with no easy return. She was more excited than she had ever

been before. She would be out to sea, in the waves, the storms, onboard a ship, onboard a pirate ship. The

excitement in her mind increased.

“Aye all green hands take yer places,” yelled the first mate.

Green hands scurried all over to get to their posts aboard the ship to set sail, nobody told her where to go so

she just went wherever it looked like she should be.

Three days into the voyage she was tired. She had no idea when she hopped aboard the ship how much work she

would have to do. Even in a three days time out at sea, she already knew the ropes like the back of her hand,

all of them…almost.

What she did not know was the one very important tiny element about the ship, about the ship’s captain. That

tiny element was the fact that the captain did not like women aboard his ship. He thought they were horrible luck

to him and his crew. She had heard that any woman ever caught aboard his ship would be punished severely and then

left at the nearest piece of land, regardless of where it was. Sometimes they would even be thrown overboard to

the sharks.

She hoped that this was just a silly rumor and that none of it was true. She had not yet been discovered to be a woman and actually went by the name of Peter if she were ever called by a name other than “you there.” She had no intention of being discovered anytime soon, but she didn’t expect to be able to conceal her identity forever.

A week into her adventure Penny really had to fix the binding around her breasts, she had to try to do so

while all other men were out of the sleeping quarters, for it seemed the best and only place to do such a thing.

There was very little privacy on the ship, in fact there might as well of been none. Penny only had a short

time for the quartermaster would soon be looking for the missing hand. The quartermaster was one of the cruelest

men on the ship, the captain came in second. Penny took off her tunic and placed it nearby on a bunk, as she

began to unwrap the binding around her breasts. It had become extremely uncomfortable and if she hadn’t fixed it

her breasts would be improperly bound or the binding would be falling off, revealing her true identity. She felt

relief as her breasts were released from their prison binding. Penny wanted to let them stay out longer but she

knew there was little time. Just as the last wrap of the binding was off and being rewrapped she heard a sound,

the sound of a noisy drunken pirate.

“Shit!” Penny said to herself has she tried to hide herself and wrap the binding faster.

The binding kept falling down.

“Aye what do we have here, a wench!” shouted the pirate has he grabbed for Penny.

Before she knew it five pirates were down below, the men kept pulling and poking at her.

“Let go of me! Help!” she yelled even though she knew there was no help.

She kicked one of the men, just has another pirate begun to rip her pants off. Pirates were pulling at her hair,

her legs, arms, the bindings were fully off. Her bare chest was fully exposed and she was close to being entirely

naked all together. She kept pushing the men away. The commotion became louder.

“What’s the commotion!” thundered the quartermaster. The men all stopped and froze as the quartermaster stared

them all down. As the quartermaster walked his way through the men they left Penny in full view of the

quartermaster.

“What do we have here?” said the quartermaster.

Penny backed away but the quartermaster grabbed her harshly by the arm. He used his other hand to move his

fingers down her chest and stomach and back up again. Penny tried to move but he snapped his hand quickly to her

hair and grasped it tightly, pulling her head closer.

“Ya know wenches ain’t allowed on this ship! Ya know what happens to wenches who board the Captain’s ship?” he

said as he pulled her closer to his face. Penny didn’t answer. “Men, strip the rest of her!” As he held her by

the hair and arm, other pirates held onto her and another pulled her breeches off. She could not even struggle.

Some of the men started running their hands all over her naked body, until the quartermaster stopped them.

“Men let the Captain decide what to do with her, take her away!” Two of the pirates grabbed her and dragged her

to the jail cell, while the other followed drooling as they touched her in as many inappropriate ways as they

could. The quartermaster followed behind. The pirates shoved her into the cell, and returned to their duties.

The quartermaster walked into the cell, backing Penny into the wall. “The Captain will sure be glad to see such

a pretty wench as ye, ha ha!” he said evilly as he ran his hand down her ass and smacked her hard. “Bastard”

Penny said quietly, as he walked away. “What was that wench?” said the quartermaster suddenly slamming her into

the wall. “I said…You’re a bastard!” she said angrily, and spit in his face. “Ah a feisty one at that, the

captain will really enjoy that!” he said fiercely as he walked out and slammed the cell shut and locked.

Penny sat in the cold cell for near three hours she assumed. No one was coming after her. She sat cold and

wet, and naked. Just as she thought about her cold body a pirate came down. “The Captain waits ya wench!” he

said as he opened the cell and threw clothes at her. “And he says to put these on.” He locked the cell again and

mumbled as he walked away, “Damn lucky captain!”

She was only given a tunic and breeches and nothing more. She put them on to warm her body. Her nipples still

stood out from the cold. The tunic given to her was not hers. It was much thinner, and much more see through then

her own. The tunic was wet and white. The breeches were thin and wet. She knew that this was done on purpose. She

was still relieved for even the small bit of warmth they gave her.

Several more hours passed, Penny wasn’t sure how much. She was tired wet and again very cold. She began to doze

off as she shivered. She heard footsteps coming down, not one set but two. She could hear the bastard

quartermaster’s gruff voice. She assumed that the captain would be following behind.

“I tell ya sir, she’s one feisty little whore, much more than any others we’ve ever had.”

Others? Penny was beginning to think that the rumors of the stories she had been hearing were actually true. She

listened as the footsteps and the voice came closer, she figured that she was about to face her fate, but she

would not make it easy for the pirates.