The Pirate Lass

Disclaimer: Complete work of my own original fiction.

Author's Note: If you are looking for a day to day account of piracy in the eighteenth century, you're in the wrong place. If you are looking for love and or smut with some adventure on the high seas, welcome aboard!

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Chapter 1:


"Well, look at ye, little lass," twenty-two year old Eriana Cronin heard a gruff voice say from beside her as she walked passed the port on her way home from another long day of working on some of the local ships and boats.

Ignoring him, the petite brunette young woman continued walking, her pace speeding up slightly as she just wanted to get back to her home without having to deal with any more of the island's sea men. Granted her small home was not much, but it was hers and at least she didn't have to put up with this mistreatment there.

To her these men each reeked of rum and fish, neither of which appealed to her. But working with the ships gave her a decent wage so she did what she could not to complain. Though she couldn't help but wish that she didn't have to put up with these men and their crude comments, gestures and words while she only wanted to get home and sleep before she had to begin another long day.

"Don't you have a brothel to go to?" Eriana asked harshly as she was in no mood for this tonight.

"What use could I have for such a place as that with ye right 'ere?" the man asked as he curled a thick, slimy arm around her slim waist and held her tightly against him, his foul breath falling onto her pale skin.

It was not the first time something like this happened to her. In fact it happened more often than she cared to admit. 'The curse of being a lone female in a man's line of work,' she called it. Her petite stature didn't help matters often.

She was strong, but the men were often much stronger. So just as she had done nights before, she slammed the heel of her left black leather boot down onto the man's right foot and broke into a run. Though soon she heard his heavy footsteps following quickly.

Without looking back, Eriana ducked into the first building she could, hoping to catch her second wind briefly before having to run again, her breaths coming in panting form as she stayed by the wall just behind the tavern doors.

Quickly she began to realize where she was and uttered a soft, "Damn." She knew she had found herself exactly where she didn't want to be. In a tavern full of men seemingly identical to the one she had just darted in to escape from. But at least she found it warmer than the winter air outside.

Soon Eriana made her way to the bar knowing she did have a few things on her side currently. Her long dark hair was pulled back and she was still dressed in the clothes she worked in that were only slightly different from those of the sea men's she often saw.

Though the fitted black breeches fit her form more closely than they did for the men and she knew to keep her loose fitting white shirt buttoned so as to easily disguise how tightly she kept her corset bound beneath. She knew most women cursed bodices and corsets both, but Eriana truly felt she could never wear anything more comfortable.

"What can I getcha, lass," the barkeep asked.

"A shot," she answered. "I don't care what of," she added as her dark eyes scanned the bottles behind the bar.

"Don' worry, they'll never notice ye 'ere," he told her as he poured her shot. "They're all too blind by this stuff to know what a lass is now."

"Good to know," she said just before she drank it down square without a second thought, just as she had learned from all the men she had been around for the past several years.

After three more shots as Eriana felt she was almost ready to head home, the same large sea man from earlier came through the thick crowd and managed to wedge himself between Eriana and whomever was seated in the stool beside her.

"Ye didn't think ye'd get away that easy," he said, his rancid breath falling over her face, causing Eriana to feel ill.

Before either Eriana or the barkeep could reply, a tall, muscular man with broad shoulders and long dark brown hair came up quickly and pushed the large man aside with no more than his left shoulder as he moved between Eriana and the man.

"Ye's usual, Captain?" the barkeep asked.

"You'd know," the captain answered with a slight smile as he was soon handed a bottle of rum before he made his way over to a table in the center of the room and took a seat.

Eriana couldn't help but notice how the man's voice didn't seem nearly as deep or gruff as any of the other sea men's she had ever heard. The speech was similar, but his voice, simply impossible for her to describe. Gentle, almost kind and much more soothing than the others. Somehow it had even managed to send a vibration or two through her.

While she knew the man who had been trying to harass her was still stunned from the captain's entrance, Eriana took that moment to hop down from her stool and make her way towards the tavern doors, wanting to get away while she still could.

"A little tipsy there, love?" she heard a man ask, the voice unmistakably belonging to the captain.

"I'm fine," she answered before realizing all that was keeping her from being on the tavern floor was the captain's strong hands at the sides of her waist while he was still seated.

"Sure you are, love," he told her with a slight smile while he kept her in his hands as he stood to set her carefully down in the seat beside him.

Eriana's dark eyes widened at the sight standing in front of her. Now seeing the rather attractive man at his full 5'11 height as his dark waves fell to just past his broad shoulders, the long sleeves of his loose fitting white shirt seemingly clinging to his well muscled arms as he continued to lower her into the chair.

The mere sight of him was enough to almost literally take her breath away as she knew she had truly never seen a man like him before.

When he sat down once again she couldn't help but notice how much of his lightly tanned firm skin was showing where his black vest was open and his loose fitting shirt was untied, seeing for herself the defining line of his well toned chest.

"I heard you called Captain," Eriana said. "What kinda captain might you be?" she asked as she took in the sight of his slim, smooth face, cupid bow lips and dark eyes, fighting to keep herself from getting lost in their depths.

"In this tavern there be but one kind, love," he said as he realized she wasn't like any woman he had seen before. He could tell from the look of her she couldn't be more than ten years his junior and couldn't help but be curious of her intrigue of him. "The name's Captain Oliver Morrison," he added softly as he leaned his arms onto the table so no one else would hear. As everyone did, he knew he was famous, infamous rather in these parts of the Caribbean isles.

"Morrison, eh?" she said just as softly as she leaned back in the chair, not wanting him to see her interest. "You call all the women you meet 'love'?" she asked, wanting to fight her growing attraction to the handsome buccaneer.

"Only when they don't give me another name to call them by," he answered with a sly grin.

"I'm Eriana Cronin, I work on some of the ships and boats around here."

Oliver was soon finding his own interest in the young woman as he took in the sight of her own slim, slightly pale face, soft pouted lips and dark eyes. Having to fight to keep his eyes from getting lost in hers as well. The depths seemed endless and he knew he would never find his way out if he didn't distract himself soon. "So you're a pirate lass?" he asked.

"Hope one day to be," she answered as she could see his eyes looking her over a few more times. "I suppose you don't find many like me," she said, deciding to let him know she had caught him staring.

"Truthfully, I didn't know your kind existed until tonight," he said as he looked her over once more.

"It shows," she told him, unable to hide her own slight smile, enjoying that she had been able to catch him.

He smiled, too, but if he was embarrassed he didn't show it. "Ever been on the sea, love?" he asked.

"It's been years," she answered.

"I might be needing a new mate on Ruby," he said. "Think you could handle her?"

'Ruby,' she thought to herself. Captain Morrison's ship. It was known as widely as he was and she couldn't help but wonder just what he was really after since he had only known her for a half an hour at the most. "What makes you so sure I can be trusted with one of the most infamous ships these isles have seen?"

"It's obvious you can take care of yourself, love," he said, "and that's what I'll be needing aboard Ruby."

Eriana thought for a long moment. Still, she couldn't understand why she an infamous pirate would be asking her for such assistance.

In an effort to break the silence, Oliver asked, "What is it, love? I thought you wanted to be back on the sea."

"Can your crew be trusted?" she asked as she glanced to the large man towards the bar who now seemed much more calm since getting some alcohol into him as well.

"As long as they see me bring you onto Ruby," he answered, "and if any of them touch you, I'll run them through myself."

"Ye'd go to that kind of trouble for me when we've only just met?" she asked, still unsure of just what was happening.

"I can't think of a good reason why not," he answered, this time keeping his eyes on hers. "If nothing else, at least this way when we get back you can say you've ridden on Ruby."

"Right then," Eriana said.

Minutes later the handsome buccaneer was walking the beautiful petite brunette onto his ship and immediately Eriana was taken by its beauty and enormous size.

"So this is the famous Ruby," she said. "She's amazing."

"I hoped you'd think so," he told her. "But this is just the outside of her," he added as he began to walk on board, offering his right hand for her to join him.

It took Eriana a moment before deciding to take his hand and let him lead her on board. She still couldn't tell just what he was really after or why inside of such a short time he wanted her on Ruby, but somehow she felt safe with him.

As she stepped onto the deck, she couldn't help but be taken yet again by the ship's beauty. It was by far unlike any other she had seen despite her many years around ships and their captains. It was easily three times the length and height of any she had worked on, the wooden boards were a deep red rather than the usual brown which accounted for Ruby's name.

"She really is incredible," Eriana breathed.

"Would you care for another drink?" Oliver asked.

"I believe I've had enough for tonight," she answered.

"Would you join me in the galley anyway?"

"Sure," she answered as he walked her into the galley. They each had a seat at the large table and Eriana's curiosity began to get the better of her.

"What?" he asked he began to notice the question in her eyes as she looked to him across from her.

"There's still something you've yet to tell me."

"What could that be, love?"

"Just why am I on this ship?" she asked. "Not that I'm not grateful, I just can't understand. We've never met before tonight. You found me in a tavern. How is it you feel I'm the most qualified for this?"

"Because I've heard of you," he confessed, "and until tonight I believed you to be a myth. But now that I know you're real, I know it's you I need on this ship."

"How did you hear of me?"

"My men," he answered. "When something would happen or something needed fixing, somehow your name would always be said."

"So it wasn't coincidence that had you in that tavern," she stated. "You were looking for me."

"Really, I have to thank you," he said, "for making it so easy for me."

"Your welcome," she replied somewhat sarcastically.

"Now it's your turn to tell me something," he began. "Just how did you became a pirate lass?"

"I like the water and I like the pay," she answered, "and sometimes the company isn't half bad. Ye?"

"I was young when I was to told to be quarter master of another captain's ship," he answered. "Then, before I knew it I was a captain myself with my own ship and crew and I've never looked back."

"How could you want to?" she asked as she remembered the sight of when she boarded Ruby.

"Exactly," he told her with a smile. "See, this is why I want you on this ship. You understand what I doubt many others could."

Eriana then had to stifle a yawn. It wasn't that she wasn't interested in what Oliver had to say, she had just had such a long day and now her body just wanted to sleep.

"Shall I show you to your cabin?" he asked.

"I assume I'm to be going to bed then."

"You may wish to be well rested for tomorrow. Never know what it could bring."

Oliver soon showed Eriana to a room not far from his, saying, "Sleep well and wake me in the morning. We'll set sail soon afterwards."

"Sleep well yourself," she replied.

It wasn't too much longer before Eriana was seeing Oliver again. Though this time it was in a dream that was growing more heated by the minute.

Eriana's tension had made its way into her tired mind, even if in her dream she was fighting to relax. Oliver had been her first true breath of fresh air in years and just as he had eased her tension in the tavern and in the galley, he was easing her tension again.

Though this time it was in a much more satisfying way.

Her clothes had been off for long minutes now and his hands had been running over her pale and smooth legs and thighs, her lower half opening more to him with each gentle caress his fingertips gave to her inner thighs.

So much of her had been yearning for his touch since their conversation in the galley and now she felt almost as though she was feeling him everywhere.

His tongue had taken its tour of her mouth, her own having done the same to his and now he was only inches and seconds away from exploring her heated core and her lower half was only writhing more. She just needed him to make her come!

Never before had a pirate interested her. The others she had known had been large, overweight, greasy ill-tempered, grossly lacking in manners and saw women as no more than whores. Their unkempt beards and matted hair didn't help matters.

But now this gorgeous contradiction was intriguing her, filling her with desire where the others had filled her with disgust and her hips were rocking towards him as his teasing continued.

Oliver's tongue was now licking upwards from her inner left thigh, making her desperate for her release. She was already so wet he could taste her cream as it began to lightly coat the very tops of her inner thighs.

Then, his tongue began to trace her nether lips, lapping at her emerging juices before slipping into her, stroking her walls as best he could. Again, he was drinking nectar, unable to deny his own enjoyment of this moment.

"Please, Oliver," she moaned as his tongue had now began to thrust into her.

That was all the captain needed to hear as his lips almost immediately descended to her throbbing clit, suckling at her swell as she moaned more, each amplifying as her inner fire built and concentrated at her most needful of buds.

Oliver moved his strong hands to her hips to hold her as still as he could without hurting her, slowly letting his tongue meet her clit, another sensuous wiggle of her hips following his response.

It was obvious to Eriana now that the captain certainly knew his way around her body, knowing just when to tease and when to let it come to an end. As the tempo of his lips and occasional pressure of his tongue increased she could only surrender the control she had left and let the incredible sensations flow through her and push her to the edge that she was nearing more with each second.

Now Oliver had returned his tongue to her folds, slipping past them ever so slightly before raising again. He was applying as much pressure as he could to her pebble hard knot, smiling to himself as her moans of pleasure were nearly echoing off the cabin walls just before she tightened completely in his gentle grasp.

Eriana cried out ecstatically just before she convulsed repeatedly in her lover's hold. Oliver didn't even begin to pull away until her final shudder had ceased and even then he eagerly drank her spilling juices, now wanting to have to completely end this yet.

Finally when her moderate flood had run dry and her body had calmed again, Ruby's attractive captain moved to the petite brunette's side, taking her into his strong arms as he was still getting his breath back, smiling softly at the appreciative doe eyes looking to him, her own smile playing upon her lips.

Her dream seemed to end there as she began to awake, comforted in the fact that she hadn't been calling out in her sleep. Had she her throat would have been sure to be sore. As it was, her throat was fine, but her heart was racing a mile a minute as she knew she had just lost any hope of discouraging herself from becoming infatuated with Captain Oliver Morrison.

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