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"A strange pirate ship is attacking craft around the islands of the West Indies, robbing ships and sinking them. The islands are British Colonies and so the British Government dispatches the frigate HMS Steadfast to investigate and put an end to the pirate raids. So Lt. Commander Jeb Parker and his crew arrive at the islands in pursuit of the pirates. There is one slight problem; the year is 1954 and there have been no pirates around the islands for almost a century! Jericho and Team 74 are on scene because the bloody pirate ship [The Bathsheba] is from the 1700's!"
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Concept date: 24th July 2019
First published: 3rd May 2021
Status: COMPLETE & PUBLISHED.
Revisions: 3 [last revised January 2020]
Version: Final.
Published on-line Episode No. 06
Previous episode: "Alexandra grabs a second chance at happiness."
Next episode: “Alexandra goes beyond the Jerusalem mirror.”
Angel-in-charge: Margret
Team Assigned: Team 74
Mission: 5 - 763640 - 6 - 1954
This story originally appeared on the author's original website called: 'The amazing adventures of Jericho Tibbs!' and was transferred to the new site: 'The Temporal Detectives' in due course. That 'legacy' site is still available but receives no updates or new material.  .bmp) THIS EPISODE CONTAINS STRONG FOUL LANGAUAGE AND GRAPHIC SEXUAL REFERENCES!  THIS EPISODE MAY CONTAIN THE FOLLOWING WARNINGS:
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HUMAN YEARS:
Gregorian Calendar: MCMLIV
Muslim Calendar: 1373 - 1374 [AH]
Hebrew Calendar: 5714 - 5715
Christian Calendar: 1954AD
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"THE PECULIAR PIRATES OF PARADISE BAY"
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"ALEXANDRA AND THE PIRATES.”
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| "ALEXANDRA AND THE PIRATES." |
by Stephen J. Williams.
1. HMS STEADFAST.
Lt. Commander Jeb Parker stared down at the docks and sighed; what a fucking shithole and this was the only dock that could take a ship the size of HMS Steadfast. The bloody islands were more suited to fancy yachts and it had taken some careful manoeuvring to get her in safely. Lt. Tom Hollis smiled at the expression on his skippers face. "That was like trying to stuff a fist up a mouse's arse. Any closer and we would have to use bloody Vaseline." He chuckled and the bridge phone buzzed; he pulled it up and said simply; "Bridge Aye." He listened and groaned, replacing the receiver; "The old man [Admiral Foster-Jones] wants another bloody sit-rep." Jeb leaned back against the steel plates and sighed - again - the 'old man' was aboard HMS Courage - the flag ship of the small fleet- that was spread across the Caribbean and did love his bloody reports.
Jeb smiled at his friend; "Tell him, we parked her without any scratches and are reviewing the bloody situation, which I think is total bollocks." Tom chuckled; "I'll think of something to say without you losing a stripe." Jeb pushed his cap back and stared at the dockside and the jungles that loomed over the small town. The heat was sticky and oppressive; he was amazed that people paid a fortune to holiday here.
"That rich yank must be nuts. A fucking old pirate ship attacked his yacht and robbed him of everything, leaving him in a lifeboat in his underpants." Tom smiled; "With his third wife, much younger of course and his teenage daughter. Apparently the yacht crew were dumped in a small rubber boat, five in that and three in the large lifeboat. American democracy and equality?" Jeb smiled; "The bit I liked was the description of the pirate captain. For Christ Sake, an eyepatch with large sword and fancy hat? The yank clearly had been smoking something."
Tom shrugged his shoulders; "Two other yachts that were attacked gave the same description. The captain looked like he stepped from a pirate movie." They turned to young Ensign Harold 'Harry' Kiddminster who jumped from the bridge ladder and saluted. Tom and Jeb returned the salute slowly. "What is it Harry?" Tom asked. The young man smiled and rubbed his hands together; he looked like a schoolboy on his summer holidays. "I went through the fresh reports Sir. Unbelievable!" and stood smiling. There was a silence and Jeb sighed, folding his arms; "Apart from being 'Unbelievable' what did they actually contain?" Harry stared at him, then grinned; "Oh right yes Sir. Just all the women interviewed by the Coastguard and Island Police said the same thing about the pirate captain." He stood, nodding to himself.
Tom and Jeb exchanged a sad glance; Harry wasn't the brightest prospect the Royal Navy had ever recruited. Tom said slowly; "What did all the women say Harry?" It was like drawing blood from a stone. Harry nodded again and said with real enthusiasm; "They all said he was dashing, handsome and courteous to them. A couple apparently said he looked a lot like Errol Flynn." He rubbed his hands together and smiled broadly. Jeb turned to Tom and said quietly; "Fucking great, now we're chasing bloody Errol Flynn around this shithole. Terrific." Tom laughed and turned to Harry; "Anything else?" Harry nodded. Tom really did sigh; "What is it Harry?" Harry shuffled his feet and said quietly; "That team from home are flying in today. The experts on Piracy. Historians I suppose."
Jeb laughed out loud; "That's exactly what we needed. A group of old history teachers to tell us about piracy from hundreds of bloody years' ago. Now that's bloody unbelievable!" Tom patted his friends arm; "I'll get Farmer [the Boson] to arrange a pick up for them. The Purser can arrange the cabins, when they actually come aboard." Jeb just nodded and wiped his face. "Bloody pirates my arse." He said softly, then added; "Bloody piracy experts my arse."
Tom left the bridge laughing, giving Simon 'Snakes' Simpson [the Helmsman] an amused glance. 'Snakes' just smiled and stood by, hands behind his back. This was a rum assignment he thought. Chasing an Errol Flynn look-a-like, so called pirate captain around the bloody West Indies. If it wasn't so fucking serious to the top brass, it would make a great comedy film. But given the Captains mood; he kept those thoughts to himself. The bridge phone buzzed and Jeb picked it up; "Bridge aye." He said and listened to young Norman 'Nobby' Bannister, who was on communications in the radio room. "Just had a message from King George Airport Sir. The civilian experts are just going through customs. They'll be about two hours before they arrive." Jeb wiped his face; "Inform Mr. Farmer please Nobby." Replacing the receiver, he turned to Simpson and said; "Bloody piracy experts my arse." Simpson did laugh this time.
But he really didn't laugh, standing on the bridge with Tom and the slow witted Ensign watching the 'experts' arrive. They were coming up the gangplank with Mr. Farmer. Two seamen carrying their luggage - smiling. Tom actually whistled and removed his cap, wiping his face and neck with his hankie. "Sweet Jesus, I'm in the wrong bloody profession. Do you think its too late to become a history or piracy expert?" Jeb just stared at the woman, as she stepped onto the deck, quickly assisted by a very happy young seaman who offered his arm.
"That is the most fucking stunning woman I've seen in years." Tom muttered and Jeb really couldn't disagree. Harry held up the piece of paper and said; "It's a Professor J. Tibbs from York University with his assistant - a Mr. Owen Jones - the big man must be Wilson Franklyn; a Yank from Boston University apparently. The woman is a Doctor Alex Cappanni, also from York University. She sounds Italian to me." Tom sighed; "With a name like Cappanni, that would be a good guess Harry."
Jeb smiled at Tom; "Brains and beauty in a bloody neat package." Alex was wearing a flowery summer dress and blue jacket, her dark hair tied with a blue ribbon and matching low blue heels. Dressed in the height of women's fashion for 1954. Tom grunted; "She looks like a bloody movie star with those dark glasses." They both watched as she walked down the deck, followed by her colleagues. Tom whistled again, watching her hips swinging gently with her little steps. He wiped his face again; "What a fucking gorgeous arse." Again, Jeb couldn't disagree with that observation. The Ensign coughed and Tom turned to him, but didn't take his eyes off Alex's bum. "What is it Harry?" The Ensign gave him another piece of paper; "That Police Inspector will be here at six o'clock. He'll have dinner with us in the officer's mess. Apparently there was another attack, yesterday morning. A French owned motor yacht."
Tom stared at the paper and nodded; "Have the guests been told to eat in the Officer's Mess and what meal times are?" The Ensign nodded; "Mr. Farmer is seeing to that Sir." He hesitated, then said; "Just one problem with Doctor Cappanni, Mr. farmer wants to know where and when she can use a shower." Jeb and Tom answered together; "She can use mine." Then the pair laughed and tossed a coin for it. the Commander - to his hidden delight - won.
Tom handed the paper to the happy Jeb and tapped it; "Do you see who authorised their assistance in this matter?" Jeb took the paper and stared at it; "You must be fucking joking!" Tom shook his head; "That's the real deal. That's the Prime Minister's signature." Harry grinned; "Do you mean our Prime Minster? The English one." They both stared at him and Tom said quietly - the sarcasm in his voice went over Harry's head - "Well, it's not the bloody French one is it." Harry nodded and asked; "What times should I tell the Doctor that she can use your shower Sir?" Jeb grinned; "Any bloody time she likes." Harry really couldn't understand why the ship's two senior officers thought that really funny. When he informed Mr. Farmer, he was still no wiser as Mr. farmer also just laughed.
2. SAMSON THE STEWARD.
Alex had unpacked and was quite impressed with her small cabin. It was clean and functional. She tried the single bed; bouncing up and down. She giggled and thought; 'not bad. Obviously hasn't seen much action. but then this is a bloody warship full of men only'. Now that thought did make her smile. The only thing it lacked was a shower; but she had been told to use the one in the Captains cabin; any time she wished. The day had been warm and sticky, so Alex stripped naked and wrapped her long dressing gown around her and gathered shampoo, towels and scented soap together.
She ran a hand gently over his happy smiling face and said softly; "Oh yes young man, you can be of service to me provided you keep that service to yourself." She opened her dressing gown and Samson's eyes widened and the bulge in his immaculate white trousers started to grow. "Ma'am, they couldn't drag it from from me with red hot pokers!" Alex now grinned and let the gown fall to the floor and assisted the excited and very happy young man to discard his uniform. She was impressed and pleased with what was revealed and to her utter delight found that he knew how to use it!
Alex sat on the bed stark naked with her legs open and held up with both her hands. Samson - now stripped down to his Navy regulation shorts - had his head between them; his big tongue working her open fanny and swollen clitoris in conjunction with his probing fingers. She groaned and threw back her head; he was really good and certainly knew his way around a woman's cunt. Her fanny was dribbling and she moaned out loud. She gently pushed his head away and slipped from the bed; kneeling in front of him as he stood. She frantically pulled down his shorts and actually gasped; her hands quickly grasping his huge erection. "Thank God for Vaseline." She whispered and began to devour the big cock with her eager mouth.
They were joined by the ships surgeon; a very big Scotsman called James Fergus. "The doc with two first names." He quipped and drank whisky. He and Alex really got on; the doctor was impressed that Alex was a member of his profession and admitted that there should be more female doctors. Alex liked him for that and his sharp humour. Owen said quietly to her; "At least we can understand James; not like bloody 'Jumbo'." Jeb was recalling some of his wartime adventures aboard the ships he served on during the last conflict [the Second World war]. He ruefully admitted he couldn't tell some of the more 'spicy' tales because there was a lady present. Owen made everyone laugh - including Alex - when he said; "Where?"
The team stood on deck and watched the small motor launch being lowered into the water. It disappeared into the darkness; two big, powerful search lights sweeping the dark waves. Owen grunted with some sadness as he discretely checked his mirror; "Little Raj the Collector has just reported collecting four souls from here. They all say, they were murdered by bloody pirates. The bastards ran them through with swords and threw them overboard like garbage." Jericho said nothing; they really couldn't tell Jeb that his search was totally useless; how would they explain how they knew?
Tom appeared and accepted a brandy from Samson; the big African Mess Steward and joined Owen and Alex. He was clearly disappointed at being stood down; for now. The three chatted and Tom admitted they [the captain and him] were mystified how the pirates had avoided detection these past few weeks. Owen and Alex exchanged a knowing glance, but obviously said nothing about the possibility of a time controlling device. Tom gripped his glass and said softly; "That poor bloody woman." He sank his drink in one go and rose; bidding the pair goodnight.
She watched the landing party hit the beach, Tom and the Chief Petty Officer with six well armed ratings. They left one man guarding the boat and headed into the jungle without hesitation. Harry - the Ensign - joined the team; "The Executive Officer [Tom] was in the pacific Theatre of the last war; he knows about jungle fighting." Everyone just stared at the Ensign and really wanted to laugh; he was watching the deployment with a very old telescope. He grinned and held it up; "Old family heirloom. My family have been at sea for centuries. My Uncle Frederick is an Admiral." Wilson sighed; "That explains a lot."
Jackie just stared at her beer. "I think I have a dead snake in mine." and pushed the beer away. Wilson tapped Jericho's arm and both stared at the big man's chest, through his open filthy shirt. An Aztec emblem hung there. Wilson carefully checked his mirror; "Time portal device." He said simply. Jericho smiled; "That's our man." He was about to sip his beer, but stopped and placed the jug down slowly. He didn't smile; "There appears to be an eyeball floating in mine." A skinny, ragged little man slid up to Jericho and whispered in his ear. Jericho nodded and slipped the man some coins. He spoke softly for a minute or so and slipped away.
Israel Feat appeared in the doorway and pulled off his hat; "Evening Mistress Carol." He turned to Jericho and smiled; "The Bathsheba is ours. I've sent for the captain." Carl Harker slumped on the bed, muttering; "Just when you find fucking true happiness, its always snatched from you." She stared out the window and smiled; "I would fuck off quick; Old Ratbeard is back." They could see the two big row boats approaching the stern, the lamps on their stern and aft flickering in the darkness.
Alex and Jackie both looked at each other; how the hell does 'old Ratbeard' know about Temporal Detectives? Alex rubbed her chin and knew that this was a real turn up and Jericho should know about it. Carol started laugh; "Your so called Captain knows shit about ships don't he?" Alex was about to defend Jericho's seamanship, when Carol laughed outright; "The fuckwit hasn't realised that the fucking tide is running inshore!" Alex sighed; "Come on Jackie, lets secure the reluctant rescue and warn Jericho that he's spitting against the wind." They left the protesting Carol tied against the bed and ran onto the deck. There was musket fire and men shouting; they found Jericho and Wilson by the capstan. He just looked at them and grinned sheepishly; "I fucking know." was all he said.
They explained about Carol's revelation and Jericho grunted; "Time to retreat I think. We're outgunned." Jackie sounded disappointed with herself; "I knew I should have ran my mirror over old Ratbeard. I think the results would be interesting." The team huddled by the sail locker and a couple of musket balls flew over their heads and splintered the mast. "Lets go people." Jericho shouted and operated his mirror, They were back at the fort. They watched the musket fire and uneven fight from the relative safety of their hill position. It was soon over.
Jericho smiled at him; "Talking about Captain Ratbeard, can I ask you some questions about him?" Captain Casanova wiped his face and stared at them; "Your those detective people; aren't you? Norman kept telling me that you would show up." Jackie said quietly; "Ratbeards real name is Norman?" Alex nodded; "His surname is probably bloody Smith or something." The young captain eased himself down under the tree and brushed dirt from his immaculately tailored jacket. "I acquired the Aztec Emblem while running guns to Mexican bandits. Suddenly finding myself in Medieval Japan was bit of a surprise. Then I realised that my pocket knife was Japanese, I never did know just how old it was. So I tried a musket ball from the American Civil war and found myself at old Fredericksburg. That was some battle. Then, I was given an old pirate map to supposed buried treasure and found myself here."
The girls were dressed in period clothes and looked stunning. They really had pulled out all the stops. 'Captain Casanova' stopped outside a dingy apartment block and sighed; "This is it ladies. The dump where I live. I do have some coffee if you want a cup?" He smiled and both Alex and Jackie exchanged a real smile and both nodded. "Coffee would be great Errol." Alex said softly and both put their arms through his and the threesome headed in.
He slowly pulled down his shorts and both girls grinned - really grinned - and Jackie whispered; "The legends said he was the best equipped actor in bloody Hollywood." They walked towards him like lioness's stalking a gazelle. He smiled; "Now, how can I assist you ladies?" Alex ran a finger over his lips; "By fucking our brains out darling." He grinned; "Well, I certainly can do that. I not good at much else apparently. I work shit jobs just to pay for the rent on this dump." Jackie knelt down and grasped his huge cock and eased it into her mouth. He groaned and ran a hand over her hair. The other hand gripped Alex's bum. "I do hope you like it up the bum. that's my favourite." He whispered, as his tongue disappeared into Alex's very willing mouth.
The girls had just left his apartment and was walking towards the elevator, when a young woman passed them and knocked at the happy 'captains' door. They both watched as the door opened and he embraced the girl passionately. "Oh Orville." She said and he pulled her inside; grinning.
Judea was back, singing and dancing. he held out the box and snatched it away - again - when Owen reached for it. "Judea keeps his word if the lady keeps hers." Alex just sighed and pulled up her skirts. She squatted down and pissed. Owen just stood laughing. Judea watched with great interest and handed the box to Owen. "It only speaks Egyptian, the language of the Pharaoh's." He muttered and sat on the floor watching Alex brush down her skirts. "Your a dirty old pervert Judea." She admonished him, but did chuckle. Owen and Alex held hands and Owen flipped open the lid and Alex whispered into it. the pair were gone and Judea lay back, laughing hysterically on the cave floor.
He leapt to his feet and walked to the big chest and pushed coins aside; he pulled up several little boxes and cuddled them to his thin chest. He smiled broadly, then sighed; "Old Judea is a clever old castaway from time and humans." He pushed the boxes back and flopped in his hammock and swung like a happy child. From a pocket in his ragged trousers, he pulled a little figurine of the Egyptian Goddess Isis and kissed it. He had fooled so many people over the years that it made him a little sad about the future of humans!
Wilson nodded; it was Israel Feat! "I thought old Ratbeard had bumped him off. Noe that's a turn up for the books." He grunted and shook his shoulders; "Come on, we'll let Jericho know." They joined the others in the kitchens and Jericho operated his mirror and the team disappeared. Captain Breholt poured himself another cup of tea and enjoyed a moist little cake. He smiled and shouted for Israel Feat, who appeared in the doorway and pulled off his hat. "All done Sir?" He asked and Breholt nodded and enjoyed another cake.
Judea laughed loudly and swung vigorously; "Your clever young Jericho. Always said that. Old Doc always said that. [Doc is a reference to Inspector Doc Underhill; Jericho's old mentor in the Temporal Department] Knew you would figure it out. Judea knows these things." He stopped swinging and sighed loudly. "I dreamt badly one night and found myself in Scotland." He laughed and wrapped his thin arms about his equally thin torso. "Slept badly and woke up in Scotland. Soon made friends with young Norman. Sold him the figurine for whisky and a little peek at his young sister having a pee." He giggled and smiled. "Sent him here and he soon joined up with fancy pants. But he knew that the figurine was fake. Knew that old Judea had fooled him. But fancy pants believed him and Norman really wanted a real one. The one fancy pants had." He laughed with real madness in his voice.
She licked, sucked and caressed the monster cock with some real expertise and passion. Samson groaned and stroked her hair, staring at those big tits; he couldn't wait to get his mouth and hands on them. Alex thoroughly enjoyed the taste and feel of his big black cock, but wanted it inside of her; urgently. Her cunt was soaking in anticipation. She stood and guided his cock to the bed, stopping only to grab a small jar of the magic lubricant from her bedside table. He watched with a really big grin as she lay on the bed, her back pressed against the pillows and smeared lots of the cream in and around her fanny. She smiled and handed Samson the jar. She opened her legs and laid back, watching his big gentle hands coating his cock.
He mounted her slowly and gently. but soon the bed was creaking and shaking under his powerful thrusts. Alex had pulled her legs right up and gripped them tightly with both hands; the big man was pumping her hard; his mouth on her heaving breasts. They fucked for some minutes and Alex had a orgasm to match the big cock buried deep inside her. She groaned and cursed; squirting hard and fast. The big man didn't stop and another climax quickly followed and Alex slapped a hand over her mouth to prevent real loud screams escaping. The pair were so engrossed in their passionate fucking, they didn't see Owen slip into the room and sit on the small chair by the door; he really was grinning.
Alex looked over at him and smiled; whispering to Samson; "Can you handle my friend as well?" He glanced across to Owen; who was stripping down and was very surprised to see that he was wearing black stockings and suspenders, with matching little black panties under his trousers. He sighed; his mother always said that white people were a strange bunch. Alex's tongue was in his mouth and so he could only nod. Alex told him to lift her up and place her on the floor; which he did with no effort. Owen joined the pair on the floor and Samson was surprised - again - to find the young man - who was very effeminate and actually quite pretty; probing his arse with his tongue. This could be a fucking interesting trip he thought. Alex introduced him as Jacqueline or Jackie and that she was definitely a 'special lady'. Samson nodded; his nickname back home was 'bicycle Burns' [Samson Gordon Burns] and it wasn't because he owned a bloody cycle!
After giving the groaning Alex another huge earth shaking orgasm; Samson lay on his back on the floor and watched the pair taking turns with their mouths and hands on his cock. Alex left the big cock to Owen/Jacqueline and squatted over Samson's face; he greedily ate her soaking, quivering fanny with great relish and skill. He watched as Jackie applied more Vaseline to his throbbing cock and her own arse. Samson groaned as Jackie - facing away from him - also squatted down and gently inserted the big cock into her yielding arse. Pushing down slowly and gently at first, then started to thrust up and down with more speed. Ten minutes of Jackie riding him was enough for Samson; he groaned loudly and spurted his cum deep into her willing arse.
Samson sat on the floor watching Alex cleaning up Jackie's bum with her tongue and fingers. Mum was right. He thought and sipped a glass of well earned water. The pair were soon back working his cock with their mouths. Another erection quickly appeared. He fucked the pair again for at least twenty minutes and smiled as Alex sucked her friend off, while he fucked her doggy style on the floor. She clearly thoroughly enjoyed swallowing down Jackie's load. He came inside Alex and the happy threesome came to an end. Samson had to get to the officer's mess and lay out tea and coffee's for the officers and visitors. He left the pair kissing passionately on the floor, swapping his cum from Alex's fanny.
He walked down the corridor and really couldn't stop smiling; yes, this could turn out to be a very interesting trip; his only regret was not fucking Alex's peach shaped, beautiful bum. But had a good idea, that he would enjoy that before the trip was over; he quickly told himself and headed for the Officer's mess to find the other African Steward: Solomon McKenzie and tell that this trip could be very interesting and rewarding. He knew that Solomon was like him when it came to sex and he would certainly keep the white lady's secret. He smiled, and of course the young man/woman called Jackie's secret. He whistled as he climbed the ladder with a spring in his step; life had been good to him since leaving his village in Kenya and the all that hate from the villagers who didn't like men who were gay. He was - of course - bisexual and really enjoyed both sides of life!
3. THE POLICE AND THE EXPERTS.
Inspector John Johnson sat in the officer's mess and sipped his coffee, watching the team of piracy experts helping themselves to tea and coffee. In particular he watched Alex - no surprise there - and shook his head. If He wasn't happily married to Joyce....he dismissed the thoughts as the team sat at his table and Jericho introduced everyone. They shook hands all round and Jericho asked if there were any new developments. The Inspector nodded and told the team about the latest attack. Again, the dashing pirate captain had treated his captives well; especially the two women on board. "A dead ringer for Mr. Errol Flynn apparently." He muttered and pushed the typed report to Jericho. They were joined by Jeb and Tom [the bridge now being manned by the 2nd Officer; Lester Caine] and the impromptu briefing and meeting started.
It was explained that the 'pirates' had now raided no less than five craft; from a large luxury steam yacht to smaller sail boats. They hadn't actually hurt anyone; just robbed them. The name of their old ship was 'The Bathsheba' and apparently had seven cannon on each side; old fashioned cannons that fired bloody big metal balls! Owen found that particularly interesting and informed the meeting of the only recorded ship with the name 'Bathsheba' was indeed a pirate ship, from about 1710, who was based on a small island called 'Paradise Bay' in the West Indies. It appears that the ship and relatively small crew disappeared - probably lost in a storm - around that year. The captain was a dashing fellow - apparently - who liked rum, women and piracy. He was called Captain Joshua 'Dagger' Jones or 'Captain Casanova'. His real name was Orville Suckles!
Jeb grunted and - with some sarcasm in his voice - asked how that was relevant to chasing pirates in 1954? That rebuke went right up Owen's nose; but he smiled and pointed out, that if the modern 'pirates' had named their ship after the old pirates, what else were they copying? Like, was their base on the small Paradise Bay Island? Tom nodded his approval at that; "He has a point skipper." Jeb just sighed and stared at Alex; sipping her coffee with some elegance. He really did want to fuck her.
Able seaman Jim Stanley appeared, saluted and gave Jeb a message just received in the radio room. Jeb rose from his seat and smiled; "Well, it seems that our dashing pirate captain and his motley crew have been spotted by a Islands Coast Guard plane. Some one hindered and fifty nautical miles south of..." He hesitated and didn't smile, adding dourly; "Some one hundred and fifty nautical miles south of Paradise Bay Island." Even the Police Inspector had to smile at that revelation. "We're getting underway immediately. Are you settled in your cabin Inspector?" John nodded; he was looking forward to a nice sea cruise; especially one that was free. He smiled at Alex; and something pleasant to look at.
Jeb and Tom headed for the bridge and HMS Steadfast was soon steaming from the docks into the open ocean. The weather was wonderfully clear and warm. The Inspector joined Alex and Owen on the deck, watching the Islands fading behind them. They chatted for a while and watched the sun sinking below the horizon and they returned to their cabins; dinner would be served at eight o'clock. Wilson commented to Alex and Owen that both the mess stewards were African. That was the only positions black men - regardless of their abilities - could obtain on Navy ships in this time period. Owen thought he was wrong on that point; the British Navy had employed black men since the times of Nelson and probably before even that. But he kept those thoughts to himself; maybe Wilson was thinking of the American Navy. The meal was excellent and everyone enjoyed the food and drinks; the British Navy certainly knew how to look after its crews; well, the officers anyway.
The two big African Stewards had to smile at that comment.
After more drinks and some smoking, the little party broke up and everyone retired to their cabins. Tom was standing the first half of the night watch on the bridge. He leaned against the shuddering wall [from vibrations of the engines] and watched the dark horizon. That's when the bridge phone buzzed and he answered it quickly; it was the fore look out reporting small lights to their starboard. He walked to the window on that side and lifted his binoculars. the look out had sharp eyes indeed; he could just make out the little lights flickering in the distance. They looked strange; not like ship's lights in darkness of night. He turned to the sailor next to him and gave him the glasses. "What do you make of that Pat?" The very experienced sailor took the binoculars and stared at the lights for a minute or so. He lowered the glasses and said quietly; "I think that's a craft on fire. That looks like flames."
Alex was kneeling on the floor; groaning and panting as Samson thrust deep into her arse. He was gripping her quivering cheeks and groaning a little himself; thoroughly enjoying her gaping bum hole. He loved fucking the woman wearing just her black stockings and matching heels. He looked across to his friend and fellow steward Solomon and grinned. He was fucking 'Jackie' in the Missionary Position on the bed. The pair were locked in a passionate embrace; their mouths firmly locked together. Jackie was also wearing black stockings and a matching Basque; gripping her well built lover's shoulder's with both hands. Her legs around the small of his back. The big African was also firmly buried in her arse and they were having one hell of a fuck.
Tom grabbed the phone and buzzed Jeb's quarters and woke him; explaining what was happening off starboard. Jeb was on the the bridge some minutes later and the pair stood watching the flickering lights with their binoculars. Jeb ordered the helmsman to change course and the ship headed for the lights. He went to the chart room and worked out positions and speeds. "We should be there in about two hours." he muttered and Tom told Pat to arouse some of the crew for action if necessary. The rest of the men could sleep for now; there was no need to sound 'general Quarters' - just yet. A message was sent to the radio room [which was manned 24 hours] to call Navel operations and the Flag ship about the situation and change of course. Jeb also asked if any radio traffic had been picked up; that was a negative, apart from a couple of local fishing smack's chatting with each other.
HMS Steadfast made good headway on the quiet sea and reached the position just before midnight. A recovery crew - lead by Tom - was prepared and a small boat lowered in readiness. Jeb watched from the deck. It was a small lifeboat; he could make out the 'Mother Ships' name on the side; 'The Memphis Queen'. There was wreckage still floating on the surface, a mast complete with brightly coloured sail caught his eye. There was bits of deck furniture and other stuff floating about. he ordered Tom's boat away and the little boat headed for the other little boat. Tom called him up on his 'walkie-talkie' - there were two people in the boat - a young boy and an old woman; probably the boys grandmother, by the look of things. Jeb told a sailor to rouse the surgeon and get the medical team ready.
Jeb also told the sailor to wake Doctor Cappanni; a woman doctor may be very useful in this situation. Tom called back to say that the old lady insisted that an old wooden ship flying the skull and bloody crossbones had attracted their yacht. They had killed her daughters husband and abducted her daughter; the boys mother. They [the pirates] had forced the old lady and her grandson into the small boat and set them adrift. She didn't know what happened to the other three crew members.
"So much for a dashing and charming pirate captain. The murdering bastard." Jeb muttered and ordered 'Action stations'. A siren rang out about the ship; rousing the crew and its passengers.
4. 'COITUS INTERUPTUS'.
Samson was now on his back, with Alex riding him in the reverse 'cow-girl' position. He was thrusting up as she pushed down; groaning, cussing and panting from her exertions. She rubbed her wet fanny furiously with one hand as her big tits swung freely, her nipples standing up from the sexual passion being generated by the lovers. She stared at Jackie and Solomon, who had also changed position; they were now on the bed, laying on their sides, with Jackie's arm around his neck and her mouth firmly fixed on his. He was pumping her yielding arse with some real determination and she was loving every deep thrust. Solomon slapped the pale arse several times and groaned loudly; when he could get his tongue out of Jackie's hot wet mouth.
Alex had one hell of a shuddering orgasm, spurting down her thighs and making her groan loudly, Samson cussed loudly and came deep in Alex's arse, his whole body trembling with passion. He pulled her head to his and the pair kissed with unbridled joy. Solomon also finished; squirting his cum into Jackie's back passage with some frenzy. They both lay groaning and kissing on the bed. Samson asked the girls if they could do something a little special and Alex whispered; "I think we just did." That made the boys laugh. Samson wanted Solomon to fuck Alex's arse - if she could take another big cock so soon - while he fucked her cunt. She could suck her friends cock at the same time. Alex loved the thought of a double penetration by the two big men.
Alex nodded her agreement; still panting. But first her and Jackie needed to suck their [the boys] cocks back to erections. The boys agreed with that, smiling broadly! But their sexual plans were thwarted by a loud knocking on the cabin door. The sailor called out; "Sorry to disturb you Miss, but the captain wants you to assist the ships surgeon; we have survivors coming aboard. Shall I tell him your coming?" Alex sighed softly; "I just bloody well did!" Then she called out that she was on her way.
Samson and Solomon were well disappointed by this turn of events, but had to accept the situation. Alex and Jackie kissed them both passionately and promised - if possible - that they would have more fun later. The two big Africans regretfully agreed and cleaned themselves up and dressed. Alex and Jackie quickly dressed and headed for the bridge. The two men gripped each other's shoulders, smiling broadly and returned to their cabins. [They didn't 'hi-five' because it wasn't - apparently - invented until the 1970's.]
Solomon confessed to his friend that he had never had sex like it. He really wanted Jackie again; "She's fucking gorgeous and I don't give a fuck that she has a big dick!" Samson just grinned and slapped his friend's shoulder; he felt the same about 'her'.
Owen whispered to Alex - as they walked awkwardly towards the bridge - that Solomon had whispered to him just how much he had enjoyed Jackie's arse and wanted to know her better; he definitely wanted more of her. Alex just smiled and really needed to clean herself up. Her panties were already quite damp from Samson's cum running out and juices from her open fanny. He had shot his load quite deep inside her bum. "We'll try and arrange another little meeting and we can both enjoy them again." She said quietly and the pair arrived at the bridge.
5. A SURVIVORS'S TALE.
Alex and Owen stepped onto the bridge and found organised chaos. But Jeb was firmly in command of the situation, giving orders for the pursuit of the pirate vessel. "We should outran the bastards easily, despite them having a four hour head start." He was talking to Tom, who nodded and ordered the ships armoury opened and weapons issued to the assault party. Jeb smiled at Alex and asked her to attend the medical suite; the old woman was in quite a state - she had seen her son-in-law murdered in front of her - and her daughter dragged away to suffer a terrible fate at the hands of the evil bastards. The boy had a few cuts and bruises, but seemed alright. He hadn't witnessed the murder of his father; thanks to his grandmother shielding him.
Alex nodded and left immediately. Owen joined Jericho and Wilson on the deck outside the bridge and the temporal Detectives spoke very quietly amongst themselves. Jericho told them what the old woman had said before being taken to the medical bay. "She says that the men [the pirates] called a big rough fellow who had a long black beard, 'Captain & Skipper'. She said he was clearly in charge. I think something has happened amongst the pirates, that's definitely not the previous descriptions of Captain Casanova." Wilson nodded; "Maybe the dashing captain has been removed from command for some reason." Owen folded his arms; "On pirate ships, the captain could be replaced for various reasons. Normally removed permanently from life as well. Something had certainly changed with them and not for the better." The other two agreed with that.
Tom stepped from the bridge and walked past them, turning to say - unsmiling - that the bastards had been picked up on the radar and Owen had been right; they were headed for Paradise Bay. He also said, that he would be leading the assault on the pirate ship. They couldn't just let the their big guns shatter the pirate ship with the woman prisoner on board. He stopped and asked Owen what would happen to her. Owen sighed and ran a hand over his face; "Probably gang rape her, then throw her overboard. But if this was the 1700's, then they would have kept her alive and sold at her, at the white slave actions that were held around these Islands back then."
The officer grunted and walked away shouting for Jim Grieves; the ship's Chief Petty Officer. They had an assault party to get together. Wilson took a deep breath; "This has taken a really shit turn for the worse." Jericho and Owen couldn't argue with that assessment. Now the bridge was relatively quiet, they stepped in and saw Jeb bent over the radar scope, both hands gripping the small cabinet. He really didn't look happy and was cussing under his breath. He grabbed the bridge phone and yelled down, that he wanted a bloody technician to the bridge; NOW. He turned to a young sailor and told him to find Tom and tell him to stand down - for now - the bloody pirate ship had simply disappeared from the radar.
The temporal team exchanged glances, they were all thinking the same thing; did the bloody pirates have access to a time controlling device? That would explain how they were here in the first place and how they avoided detection from the modern era ships and planes. Jeb looked up at them and sighed; "I'm dropping off a small motor launch with three crew to search for those missing three men from the yacht. I don't hold out much hope, but we must do it." Jericho nodded and asked what happens next. Jeb almost smiled; "We're going to pay a visit to Paradise Bay."
"I need a fucking brandy." Owen muttered and they headed for the officers mess. He found Alex there; drinking a brandy and sitting alone. He sat down and asked how the old lady and the boy was. Alex sighed; "She's sleeping - I hope - I gave her a sedative. Thankfully the boy didn't see his dad murdered, but I don't think he'll play pirates again." Owen nodded and sipped a most needed brandy. He then explained about the missing men and Jeb's decision to sail to Paradise Bay. Alex grunted; "He's a couple of hundred years too late." Owen smiled; "But we can always pop back, can't we?"
They were joined by Jericho and Wilson, who both accepted brandy from Samson. Jericho's plan was simple; when the ship docked at Paradise Bay, the team would jump back to 1710, rescue the woman and find the time controller. "You make it sound so bloody simple Jericho." Owen said and smiled. Jericho nodded; "Supplies will meet us back there and kit us out. We're going to play pirates." Wilson smiled and sipped his drink; "Normally I would be delighted, There were many black pirates back then and they were treated as equals amongst the pirate community. But somehow, all this murder and abductions have taken the fun out of it." They all agreed with that.
Alex asked Owen if there were any pirate women. He nodded; "Yeah. There was and they were considered worse than the bloody men!" Now that revelation did make Alex smile; "No playing the bloody tart for me then." She said softly. The little briefing broke up and everyone returned to their cabin's with Alex checking the old lady and the boy before retiring. Owen returned to his cabin and found Solomon waiting there, smiling in anticipation and desire. There was silence between the two as Owen unlocked his cabin, thinking how he could gently disappoint the big man: he was Owen currently and not his 'Alta-ego' Jacqueline. But soon as they entered his cabin, Solomon grabbed him and the pair kissed passionately, falling on to the bed, pulling off each other's clothes with some frenzy. The fucking quickly followed with one thought cascading through Owen's mind: he was enjoying sex with another man just as 'Owen.' That was an enormous step in his sexual experiences and he didn't mind one bit!
Solomon left just before dawn, hurriedly walking down the officer's corridor, still dressing when he ran into Doctor Fergus, smoking by the deck hatchway: he smiled at the shocked Steward and gestured him over. "Now my dear little black fellow, what have you been up to?" He said softly between puffing his cigarette.
6. DOCTOR CRIPPEN, I PRESUME?
Alex smiled and gestured the good doctor in. He sat on the only chair and Alex sprawled on her bunk, sipping a very decent brandy. They chatted about the poor woman and her grandson for a few minutes. Then James smiled broadly; “You’re quite a woman Alex with no prejudices and apparently no inhibitions. I had a concerned young steward in my surgery wanting to know if he was mentally ill because he really enjoyed fucking a young white man in stockings. I reassured him he wasn’t, but the act is illegal on his majesty’s ships. He was quite graphic about yourself and your young friend. Who you fuck is your business and quite legal. But what the boys did wasn’t. [At the time homosexual acts were a serious crime that could end in long imprisonment] You understand my problem here as an officer, never mind as a doctor.“ He sipped his brandy and Alex eased herself up, wondering which one had betrayed them, Samson or Solomon? But that didn’t really matter now.
At one point she stared at the small travel clock on the table and worked out that the doctor had been fucking her for some twenty minutes without any sign of finishing yet. She quietly asked him if he wanted to change position and he grunted a simple ‘no’ and continued to fuck her. She stretched her long legs a couple of times and James bluntly told her keep still and bloody keep her legs open. He fucked her for a few more minutes than groaned between gritted teeth; he had finally ejaculated. He leaned on his elbows and set about her breasts with his mouth, staying inside of her. He wasn’t gentle and used his teeth on her nipples which she really didn’t appreciate. But she said nothing and just endured his slobbering over her tits.
7. PARADISE BAY - PART 1.
HMS Steadfast dropped anchor at Paradise bay in the late morning. The team stood on deck and took the stunning sight in; "It's bloody beautiful. Unspoilt by tourism and untouched by commercialism, but in fifty years the place will be swarming with wealthy tourist and three huge hotels will dominate the beaches." Owen spoke to Alex, who could only agree - sadly - with his assessment of the little islands future. Tom would lead an armed party ashore - to reconnoitre - before the 'Experts' would be allowed to land. Alex - as usual - protested about that, but Tom just smiled at her; "Captains orders." And that was that; it wasn't up for discussion.
Wilson lowered the binoculars he had borrowed from Mr. Farmer and gestured towards the hill that dominated this side of the island' "There appears to be some kind of old fortification up there; looks well overgrown by jungle, but its there all right." Owen took the binoculars and nodded; "It looks like a small 17th or 18th century fort. I think that could be worth a look when we get ashore." Frustrated at not having any glasses, Alex stopped a passing young seamen and asked to borrow his glasses. He stared at her and grinned; Alex was just wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt and shorts - short shorts - and slowly handed the binoculars over without a word. She really smiled at the boy and could have 'borrowed' his clothes, boots, watch and wallet - if she asked - and he wouldn't have hesitated handing them over!
It was almost noon before the 'experts' received the go ahead to land at Paradise Bay. They were escorted by Jim Grieves [The Chief Petty officer] and two ratings [the men were still armed] and made immediately for the old fort. It was a hard slog through the jungle and the Seamen were impressed by how easily Alex coped with it. They didn't know that Alex had already endured a few adventures in steaming jungles already.
The little fort was in ruins, with crumbling walls and jungle vegetation growing over everything. Owen discretely consulted his mirror; "Built in 1705 by Spanish forces, who were driven from the island by a British Invasion in 1709; not the British navy but mainly British pirates and Buccaneers. The island became a pirate port until 1722 when the British navy did arrive - in force - and put an end to the piracy in these waters." He looked about and pointed down towards the south walls; "There's a cemetery there. let's check the graves." They walked carefully down to the old cemetery and Owen just sighed. You couldn't actually make out any graves; there were very few headstones and time and jungle had covered almost everything. Nevertheless; Owen walked the place, reading his mirror.
He stopped close to the fort's wall and waved a hand about; "All the remains can be identified with a mass 'Body Check'; all their souls were collected between 1705 and 1724. Except this one. These human remains belong to a missing soul; Caroline Harker who was born in 1919. What was the name of the woman taken?" He wiped his face and neck; the heat was sticky and oppressive. Alex stood - hands on hips - and sighed; "Bloody Caroline Harker. Does it tell us when she died?" Owen shook his head; "No soul, so no date of death. But it has to be between the years the cemetery was in use. If that helps." Jericho grunted; "No, but it does confirm they have a time controlling device. That means we must go after them and close down their little operation, before we lose more souls to the darkness."
Jericho operated his mirror and sent a request to Supplies; the team would be jumping back to the Paradise Bay of the pirate era. Owen rubbed his hands together and practised his pirate talk - well, his version of it - with phrases like; "Aye Jim lad! Splice the main brace - whatever that was! Aye, it buried treasure lad!" The others just stared at him and sighed. Wilson slapped him on the back; "You crack on baby pirate brother!" They did one last walk through of the old fort, looking about for any clues. Alex stopped by the doorway of a large room, by the gateway and almost smiled; "Any one else getting Deja vu here? I certainly am."
Wilson nodded and rubbed his chin; "Your right, I feel it too. This gateway and that room. They're important to us in some way." Owen tapped his mirror; "According to Historical Records this was the South gateway and that was the powder store. They stored gunpowder in there for their cannons and muskets." Jericho chuckled; "Well, when we're back there, don't light a lamp or strike a bloody match near the place; come on." They met Joseph [old Joe] from Supplies at the rear of the fort; he shook hands all round and smiled at Alex; "Anna [the teams costume designer] has come up with a cracker. She loved your request for a pirate lady's costume of the period." Alex smiled broadly; "No playing the bloody tart for me this time." She told the others.
They watched Jericho - resplendent in his pirate Captain's outfit - practising with his sword. Wilson and Owen watched with real interest and then smiled at Alex. She gave a little curtsey and pushed her three sided hat back on her head and gestured to her blouse and trousers. Both men smiled; her magnificent breasts were almost escaping from the loose silk blouse; pirate female captains didn't wear bra's or bodices. She tapped her sword, dagger and pistol; "Well, I'm ready boys." They all looked again at Jericho. Wilson gripped Alex's arm; "Is he any good with that damn sword or is he just acting the part?" Alex did smile; "He was a fencing champion at University and I know that he fought five duels with the sword; and won each time. He's pretty good with a pistol too." Owen whistled; "The bloody things we find out on these missions; Jericho fought sodding duels!"
It was time for Owen and Wilson to get into their pirate costumes; Wilson was particularly happy with his. He carried two pistols and a huge cutlass sword, with thigh length boots and bright red jacket and trousers. Even his big hat was red. He smiled at the others; "Red and black go together so well. I'm 'Bad Red; the feared African pirate'. Terror of the Spanish Main!" He turned and groaned upon seeing Owen. He was dressed as a 'buxom pirate wench' in a beautiful dress and small hat. Wilson rubbed his face and stared hard; "Are they real? They bloody look it." He gestured to the fine bosom of the 'pirate wench' and was quite puzzled. Owen just grinned; "Wouldn't you like to know!" Alex gripped 'her' and waved the sword about; "Hands off my wench Bad Red! She's my girl!" Her and Owen giggled. Jericho just sighed deeply; Sometimes he wished he had an office job.
The team jumped back to 1710 and headed for the fort; the island was now a bustling pirate town with bars, brothels and a very good bakery that served delicate little French patisseries. Now that did surprise them; the cakes were excellent! They
had to drag Owen…sorry, Jackie away after devouring half a dozen.
8. PARADISE BAY - PART 2.
"Bars are huge source of information; specially pirate bars." Jericho informed them and stopped at the first bar, just up from the beach. They stood outside and Alex shook her head and gestured to 'Jackie'. "She's not going in there!" Jericho shrugged his shoulders; The sign above this particular establishment declared 'The Rapist's Rest'. They quickly moved on with Wilson muttering; "Well, it is a bloody pirate hangout. It's not likely to be called the bloody 'Choir Boy's Bar and Grill."
The next bar had a name Alex didn't approve of either; 'Big Willy's bar and brothel.' They found a bar, just yards from the fort who's sign declared; 'The Queen's giving Head.' Wilson peered in and shook his head; "I think the patrons would like Owen too much dressed up like that. They all look like that 1980's pop singer; Allan Insect." Alex sighed; "You mean bloody Adam Ant." Jericho pointed to the establishment opposite; 'Blackbeard's Tavern'. Everyone nodded and they pushed through the doors; jumping aside as two burly men threw another screaming man past them. He landed in the sand and lay groaning. The two men stared at the team and the biggest one smiled at Jackie; he had no teeth and was missing a few fingers from both hands.
"Hello my darling. Are you out on business?" He said almost drooling. Alex just grabbed Jackie by the arm and almost frog marched her into the pub, saying; "Back off dog breath, that's my girl." The big man seemed quite upset by that remark, but saw both Jericho and Wilson - sorry; Bad Red - had their pistols out. He grinned and bowed; "This way ma'am. Old Percival means no harm by it."
Jackie whispered; "Percival? a fucking pirate called Percival?" Alex told her to watch her mouth; she was a lady after all. "Dog breath?" Muttered Wilson and Jericho just sighed deeply - again.
The place was packed with pirates and their women; all were drinking, some were singing, two couples were actually fucking over a table and one soul looked suspiciously like he had died some time ago. The flies around him seemed to indicate that; oh, and the smell of course. The team avoided that table. They sat down and a large lady came over, her huge breasts swinging freely; "What's you order luvvie's?" She asked and smiled at Wilson. They ordered four jugs of beer and she demanded tuppence [two pence nowadays]. Jericho paid her and she bit each coin and nodded. She bought the beers back and stroked Wilson's arm; "I'm cheaper than the fucking beer my darling." Wilson just grunted and grabbed his beer. Disappointed, she wandered off - hand up her skirt - scratching her arse.
Wilson stared into his jug and slowly inserted a couple of fingers, pulling out a large centipede and dropped it on the table; it appeared to stagger away despite having so many legs. Jericho leaned over the table and nodded towards the big table by the door; it was packed with, what seemed to be, a single ship's crew. The big man at the top of the table had caught his eye. "Now doesn't that big ugly bugger match the old lady's description of the pirate captain?" They all nodded. He certainly did. Alex watched in horror, as a rat stuck its head out of his huge beard and was given some cheese by the big pirate. "He keeps a fucking rat in his beard!" She gasped and took a sip of beer; she coughed violently. it probably tasted like warm horse piss.
Jericho pulled the team closer and spoke softly; "That's our man. Now call's himself Captain Ratbeard and he commands 'The Bathsheba' since Captain Casanova's demise. According to the little man; he has a woman on board. So our missing lady must still be alive; for now." Jackie whispered; "What happened to our Errol Flynn look a like?" Jericho rubbed his chin; "Apparently some of the crew mutinied over his gentle treatment of women prisoners. They demanded their right to rape them. So there was a punch up and Casanova, with some loyal men; were thrown overboard. Luckily for them; the Bathsheba was docked in the bay, here at the time. That little man, was one of the men that stayed loyal. They want their ship and Captain back."
"Where's the captain now?" Whispered Alex. "In the fort and guess who is the real big man around these parts and lives in the fort?" They all shrugged their shoulders. Jericho grinned'; "The big pirate himself, a man called Captain John Breholt. Strangely enough he simply vanished from history in 1711 - a year from now - and was never heard of again. He is a missing soul. "Now that did impress the team. Alex smiled; "Well, if Ratbeard and his scurvy crew are here, then who's guarding the woman on the ship? A really good time for a rescue don't you think?" That was quickly agreed upon and they left the tavern and looked for a rowboat. They found one on the beach - yes, actually on the beach - the sole occupant was trying to row back to his ship, but was so drunk, he couldn't launch the damn thing and was attempting to row in the sand. Chuckling, they quickly dumped him 'overboard' and stole the boat.
The sailor lay kicking in the sand; he couldn't even stand. He managed to raise his head and shout after the disappearing rowboat; "Fucking thieving Jews!" and collapsed back in the sand. Alex sounded puzzled; "We look bloody Jewish?" She asked. No one answered her.
There were three ships in the bay; the smallest was the Bathsheba. They quietly rowed past the 'Scallywag' and the 'Kraken'. Both sounded like they had parties going on. A couple of bodies fell from them; splashing into the water. Dead or dead drunk. "Do you know, that if you had lots of paracetamol; you could make a fortune around here with all the hangovers." Jackie whispered; grinning. Everyone ignored her. They came up behind the stern and found a couple of ropes hanging down in the water . "That's where the expression 'swinging the lead' comes from. They would throw measured ropes over the side, with a lead weight on the end; to measure the depth of the water, so the ship didn't run aground." Jericho explained; only Jackie was interested in that.
That's when the other little row boat bumped into them. The two sets of people stared at each other. The little skinny man lifted his weak lamp and sighed; "It's alright boys. It's those spies of the English Crown after fucking Ratbeard. They can be trusted; they're Jewish." The little group of men all nodded and waved. The team exchanged glances of puzzlement and some amazement. Israel Feat [the little skinny man] grinned and grabbed a rope; he climbed like a monkey and disappeared onto the ship, with his men following. Jericho and the team did the same.
Alex was last up the rope, behind Jackie, she chuckled; "For Christ sake Jackie; you do have a gorgeous arse!" Jackie just sighed and climbed on board; helping Alex over the rail. The ship was deathly quiet; with only a strange grunting sound; they quickly found out what that was.
The two guards were both sprawled on the deck; drunk. Israel and his men slid them slowly over the side and took possession of their muskets and swords. He whispered to Jericho; "The woman is in the captain's cabin." He gestured down a hatchway and crept away; looking for any other 'guards'. The team slipped quietly down the hatchway; swords and pistols ready. Alex whispered to Jackie; "Why does everyone think we're bloody Jewish?" Jackie didn't know, but would have a good look in her mirror, next time she did her makeup.
They burst into the captains quarters and found a very pretty woman - possibly in her late thirties, sitting on the bunk bed, skirts pulled up, bodice loose, scratching an escaped tit; she was smoking a cob pipe. She looked up and didn't smile; "Who the fuck are you?" She said and farted loudly adding; "The food is plentiful, but makes you fart and crap like a dog with fucking dysentery." Alex just stared at her, lowering her pistol; "Mrs. Carol Harker?" She asked in total amazement. The woman nodded; "Who the fuck wants to know?"
9. THE RELUCTANT RESCUE.
They sat where they could drinking brandy. The Captain kept a good supply of it. Mrs. Harker grunted; "It all belonged to young fancy pants - the previous captain? - he certainly had class. But old Ratbeard soon put an end to his game. The crew wanted to fuck me and he wouldn't let them. So they tossed him overboard. They're fucking pirates, not Choir boys on a church outing. I got through five of them before old Ratbeard shagged me. What a fucking man! Like a bloody road hammer. After that he kept me to himself; none of the crew argued with that. Best fucking sex I'd had in years. I came like a fucking burst fire hydrant." She refilled the glasses and sighed. "Is that old witch of a mother of mine still breathing?" Alex nodded; stunned and told her that the boy was fine.
"Fucking whinging spoilt little fucker. He's going to grow up, to be a cock sucker like his pathetic dad. What happened to that tosser?" Mrs. Harker asked with no real concern whatsoever. "I'm afraid they killed him and threw him overboard." Jackie said softly. Mrs. Harker just sighed; "That's probably the best thing that ever happened to the twat." and knocked her brandy back in one slug. She re-lit her pipe and smiled to herself. "Anyway, what the fuck do you want?" Jericho explained quietly that they were here to rescue her. She laughed and actually wiped a tear from her eyes. "Rescue me?" She sounded incredulous at the thought. She smiled; "When I need fucking rescuing; I'll let you lovely Jewish people know. Now fuck off before old Ratbeard comes home and fucks all of you. And I mean fucks all of you." She laughed at that.
Jericho took command and told Israel to fire a cannon shot over Ratbeard and his crew; then get underway. Israel nodded and disappeared, followed by Jericho and Wilson. Jericho shouted back; "Look after her." He told Alex and Jackie, adding; "Don't let her out of your sight." Carol sprawled on the bed and smoked her pipe. She gestured to Jackie, but spoke to Alex; "She your piece of skirt darling?" Alex found herself nodding. Carol sighed; "I wouldn't mind some of that little peach my self. Probably has a tight fanny that tastes like honey." Alex just smiled; "Oh, she's definitely a special lady." Carol nodded; "I had a terrific lesbian experience with some basket ball players, when I was at College. Then I met the twat and ended up rich and fucking unhappy. Such is life."
They felt the ship move and a cannon shot rang out. Carol leaned back on the bed. "He's not going to be happy about this. Your friends are going to die quite horribly and you two; had better love being fucked by a couple dozen men every day. Though I might ask old Ratbeard if I can keep your little honeypot there; for myself." She puffed on her pipe and smiled to herself. Alex asked her how long she had been on the boat. Carol waved the pipe about; "It's a fucking ship darling. I must have been enjoying myself now for a couple of months. Why do you ask?" Alex turned to Jackie; "A day for us and two months for her. Time travel can be a real bugger sometimes." Carol sat bolt upright on the bed and stared at the girls. She took a breath and grinned; "Your fucking temporal detectives. Old Ratbreard said you would turn up sooner or later. He told fancy pants that you would show up eventually, but he wouldn't listen."
They explained about Carol's revelation and Jericho grunted; "Time to retreat I think. We're outgunned." Jackie sounded disappointed with herself; "I knew I should have ran my mirror over old Ratbeard. I think the results would be interesting." The team huddled by the sail locker and a couple of musket balls flew over their heads and splintered the mast. "Lets go people." Jericho shouted and operated his mirror, They were back at the fort. They watched the musket fire and uneven fight from the relative safety of their hill position. It was soon over.
They turned to walk away when they saw him. Leaned against a tree with one hand. Jackie actually grinned; "Sweet Jesus, he does actually look like Errol Flynn!" It was a somewhat distraught Captain Casanova or fancy pants as Carol called him. He was watching the fire fight too and wasn't happy with the outcome. He turned to the team and didn't smile; "Israel was a good and loyal man. He deserved better than to die at that pigs hands." He wiped his face and pushed his hat back on. Yes, he really did look like the dashing and handsome film star.
He stared out at the bay and continued; "Then I met Norman; he was travelling in time too. His portal was an old Egyptian figurine. We joined forces and took over the Bathsheba. I thought it was just fun; playing pirates, but found out that Norman wanted to play them for real. He took the emblem and now I'm stuck here." Jericho rubbed his face; "Where or when or you originally from?" The Captain sighed; "Australia actually. I was born in 1909." Jackie actually squeaked; "It's him! It's really him!" Wilson just patted her arm; "Keep your panties on darling, Lots of people come from Australia and were born in 1909." Jericho ignored Jackie and asked what year he left his own time? The Captain stared up at the stars and said 1933. Alex whispered to Jackie; "That's two years before he became so famous; playing a bloody pirate captain in that film: 'Captain Blood'. No wonder he was so good; he had been a real one!"
Jericho folded his arms and stared at the Bathsheba, swinging at anchor in Paradise Bay. "Now we have another bloody time traveller to stop; two bloody time portal devices to destroy and return a very reluctant woman back to her own time." He jerked a thumb at captain Casanova; "Not forgetting to return him, so that he can become a huge bloody movie star." He sighed, he really wished sometimes; that he had stayed dead.
10. HOLLYWOOD 1933. (THE POOR END OF TOWN.)
His apartment was small, but strangely clean and tidy for a single man living on his own. Jackie - always curious - asked him about that as he put the coffee pot on the small stove and lit the gas. "I have a nice lady that lives downstairs; she and her daughter clean it for me. I can't pay them in cash, but they don't seem to mind." Alex and Jackie really did exchange a smile at that. "Mother and daughter; your a very naughty man Errol." Alex whispered, slipping out of her jacket. Jackie did the same. He stood staring as they didn't stop at just slipping off their jackets. They stood in front of him; just in stockings, suspenders and panties. He leaned over the small stove and blew out the flame. "I guess the coffee can wait." He muttered and stripped down himself.
The former pirate captain fucked Alex first; doggy style, whilst she sucked Jackie's cock. He was a little surprised by Jackie's big secret, but thought 'what the hell, he would try anything new; especially when it came to sex.' Alex had a couple of orgasms under his skilled thrusts and they swapped over. He applied some of the magic cream to his throbbing cock - that's Vaseline - and fucked Jackie up the arse. Alex sucked Jackie's cock, which suddenly exploded in her mouth. She didn't waste any. Jackie rode him in the 'reverse cowgirl position' while Alex squatted over his face and he pleasured her quivering wet fanny with a very skilful tongue and mouth.
Finally, he moaned loudly and came in Jackie's back passage. He sipped some cheap Bourbon whisky while watching Alex clean that mess up. Both girls turned on him; sucking his cock together and it was soon Alex's turn to have her arse fucked. She lay across the edge of the bed with her arse in the air, gripping the blankets, knee's on the floor. He poked her bum with some vigour, while exploring Jackie's mouth and tits. Then he put Jackie in the same position and fucked both up the arse, taking turns. The girls kissed passionately as he fucked them, groaning and panting together. He came a second time; right up Alex's bum hole. Jackie cleaned that mess up with some relish.
The happy lovers cuddled together on the small bed and shared the cheap Bourbon whisky. Alex pulled up her big bag and handed him her little present. It was a book. He took it and smiled; "Acting. I had never thought of trying that." Jackie grinned; "Well, try it. What have you got to lose." He shrugged his shoulders and placed it on the bedside cabinet; next to the Vaseline jar. He picked that up and smiled; "Up for more ladies?" The smiles on the girls faces answered that question.
Alex was sandwiched between the two for some time and then captain Casanova came up with a new idea; he mounted Alex's arse whilst she knelt on the floor with him kneeling over her. Jackie then mounted him and the small tower of heaving lovers fucked hard and fast. To quote a colloquialism of the times [the 1930's] 'he was a 'Saloon door' - he swung both ways - and clearly enjoyed doing so. The three happy lovers fucked in various positions around the dingy apartment for about another half hour before Jackie and the captain came together over Alex's smiling face. The girls cleaned that up by kissing and licking each other on the floor, while the captain watched; panting and grinning.
Jackie
stood by the open lift doors and ran a hand across her face. "Orville.
Bloody Orville Suckles." She had forgotten her own research in the frenzy
of having sex with a legendary Hollywood star. They both stepped in and stared
at each other; "Bloody Orville Suckles was Captain Casanova's real name!"
Jackie whispered and as the lift descended; both girls roared with laughter and
operated their mirrors, vanishing as the lift doors opened. Old Mrs. Cope
[Orville’s neighbour] stepped in a little puzzled: she would have sworn on her
dead mother’s grave that she had heard raucous laughter from the lift before
the doors opened. “Oh fucking God, she was seeing and hearing bloody things
again!” She mumbled and fumbled in her big bag and pulled a bottle Gin out and
took an enormous swig; the fourth one of her hour long shopping trip today…..
11. CHASING NORMAN.
Jericho was standing by the old fort watching HMS Steadfast at anchor in the bay. Wilson joined him and handed over a water bottle. Jericho sipped and checked his mirror; "Alex and Owen should be back from 1933 any minute now." Wilson sighed; "That mad bastard is going to be famous, rich and popular. You know about his legendary sexual prowess? Two or three women in one go. They say he was hung like a donkey. Lucky bastard." Alex and Owen materialised; smiling. Owen just had to tell Jericho and Wilson straight away; "We returned him 1933 and bloody Alex just had to do it, didn't she?" Wilson grunted; "Do what exactly?" Owen laughed; "Give Mr. Errol - I'm a huge movie star - Flynn, a bloody book entitled; 'How to be an Actor.' I laughed my socks off." Jericho and Wilson chuckled at that. Alex just grinned; "Well, he certainly must have read it."
Wilson nodded; "Lot of good it would do bloody Orville Suckles. I just checked my mirror and he ended up selling brushes door to door for a living. Selling to all those housewives, day after day. Poor sod. I'm surprised that he didn't make a fortune being Errol Flynn's double." He really couldn't understand why they laughed so much.
"Never mind bleeding Errol Flynn's look a like, we need to get after bloody Norman before the time line really starts to change." Jericho grunted and pushed his mirror back in his jacket pocket. He was sweating and not very happy; now he had to deal with the officers of HMS Steadfast who could end up chasing a 'phantom' pirate ship in this time. Jericho scratched his head thinking hard. "We need to jump back and deal with Norman, But also keep Jeb and Tom off our backs, while we do it." Owen grinned; "Let me and Alex convince Jeb that a beach party would raise morale and we can slip away back to 1710, while they're having a good time on this lovely beach." Everyone just stared at him. He shrugged his shoulders; "Anyone got a better idea, just bloody speak up."
The bonfire was soon ablaze and the windup gramophone was playing hits from the forties and early fifties. The crew were dressed up in grass skirts with leaves on their heads. Everyone from the ship wanted to dance with Alex; who was wearing a stunning one piece, black bathing costume with a flimsy grass skirt. Jeb grabbed Jericho and handed him a 'long life' beer "Fantastic idea old boy! Just the bloody ticket!" He shouted over the noisy and very happy party. Jericho just smiled and Owen grinned broadly. "Come on people. lets go." Jericho muttered to the team who reluctantly followed him.
They made their way back to the fort; they couldn't believe it: there was a big party in full swing! Apparently it was Captain Breholt's birthday and the island was celebrating; or else! There were drunks everywhere. Alex soberly pointed out several new graves in the cemetery; "Probably old Israel and his men." She said sadly. Two drunken pirates tried to kiss Jackie, shouting "Merry Christmas!" to everyone. Jackie kneed one in the testicles and the other one wisely staggered off. "That's my girl." Alex smiled and they found themselves outside the gunpowder store. The guard was slumped against the door, singing quite an obscene song about a certain ship called 'Venus'. Jericho stepped over him and pushed open the door, he peered in; it was stacked with muskets, swords and gunpowder barrels. He rubbed his chin and smiled.
"Heads up, Isn't that our Norman?" Wilson said and everyone dived into the gunpowder store and watched through the half open door. Captain Ratbeard and Mrs. Harker were heading towards the party; hand in hand, surrounded by half a dozen crew members, dressed in their best. Well, they had washed their feet and hands. Jericho whispered to his group; "Now's the best time to end Ratbeard's jolly sea jaunts. Wilson and Owen... sorry Jackie, find us a couple of rowboats."
They both slipped away and headed for the beach. Jericho picked two barrels and with Alex's help, rolled them to the door. "Now for a bloody horse and cart." He smiled and they soon found one. They pulled the drunken driver from the seat and left him in a brothel doorway. When Wilson and Jackie returned giving the thumbs up, they loaded the barrels and set off for the beach.
Madame Claire sighed and with the help of 'big Betty' dragged the driver into the brothel hallway; they quickly took anything of value from the man and then carried him outside to the woodshed. They tossed him onto a pile of about five or six men; still all quite drunk. All had been thoroughly robbed by the 'ladies of the night' - two were grinning with bloody mouths; they use to have a couple of gold teeth - and one was missing his wooden leg. Madame Claire brushed herself down and smiled; "Come on girls, let's get to the party. There's money to be made."
She stopped and watched the cart disappearing through the gateway and rubbed her chin; "Where had I heard about four such strangers?" Madame Claire sighed and walked to the Garrison House of the fort, past a chalk board with four crude sketches and a notice declaring a Ten Pound reward for the capture of Captain Tibbs, Captain Alex Longlegs, Bad Red the African terror and a little dark haired beauty called 'Salty Jack'. It pointed out that she should be taken unharmed - Blackbeard himself wanted her - and that alone guaranteed that she would be unmolested by anyone; well, except the really stupid or those with a death wish.
Alex and Jericho followed Wilson and Jackie in the their rowboat, who was carrying the two barrels. They came up under the stern of the 'Bathsheba' and Wilson secured the rowboat to the stern; really close and trailed a fuse down. Jackie handed him the matches and he lit the slow burning rope. Wilson and Jackie quickly transferred to Jericho's and Alex's boat. They really did row away fast and headed for the beach. They stopped rowing and stared; there was a large group of people on the beach, firing - drunkenly - muskets and pistols at them. Madame Claire had just remembered and was now ten pounds better off.
Jericho cussed and pulled out his mirror; a musket ball knocked off his hat and he operated his mirror - just as the stern of the 'Bathsheba disappeared in a huge explosion - The team, complete with rowboat; vanished. Everyone on the beach had stopped partying and watched in amazement as the small rowboat landed on the shingle. The team jumped from their boat and bowed. Jeb walked up and stood in silence for a few seconds then burst out laughing; "Bloody good show! Dressing up as pirates to surprise everyone!" He thrust a beer into Jericho's hand and slapped his back. Everyone was now cheering and clapping in appreciation of the 'Pirate Experts' efforts to cheer everyone up. The party was quite a monster.
Tom sat next to Wilson - they were in deck chairs by the dying bonfire - and sipped their beers. Tom patted Wilson's arm; "You and your team are really pirate experts you know." Wilson smiled; "Glad to hear that Tom." He said quietly. Tom sighed and finished his can, throwing it onto the fire. He scratched his head; "I still don't know, how you got your hands on a genuine 17th century 'jolly boat' on an uninhabited island. Did you have it in your luggage?" He smiled and walked back to the beach, gesturing for Wilson to follow; the last boat was leaving for the ship. Wilson just smiled to himself; 'you can't really fool an old sea dog'.
The team met up in Jericho's cabin. Owen - now out of his 'party' costume - wasn't happy. Two sailors had asked him to their cabin with really big smiles on their faces. "Dirty old sods." Was all he said. Jericho pointed out that Ratbeard still had the time controllers and they really needed to disable them - but how? - the island back in 1710 would now be in uproar and everyone would be after the team. How could they return without being seen?
Alex sat on the bed and sipped her drink, she sat upright and smiled; "Only two of us can return to the island in 1710." She jerked a thumb towards Owen and pointed to herself. "Owen can return as a pirate gentleman and I can accompany him as he's sister or wife or whatever. We simply swap sexes. They would never suspect that." Jericho did smile; "Alexandra my dear. You are worth your dress allowances." Owen grinned; "According to my research, even pirate towns welcomed preachers; especially the really rotten ones."
12. THE CAPTAINS CABIN.
Alex made her way to the captains cabin, wrapped in her long bed jacket, holding her shampoo, soap and towels. She knocked gently on the door and was surprised to find Tom sitting at the captains desk; writing up the days reports. He smiled and gestured to the bathroom door. "Help yourself, Jeb is on watch on the bridge. I'll relieve him a while." He pointed to the papers laid out before him; "The Executive Officer's duties include all the report writing that captains hate." Alex smiled and walked to the bathroom door, watched carefully by Tom and stepped into the small bathroom and closed the door slowly.
She stood naked and untied her hair, letting it fall about her shoulders. She grinned; wrapping a very small towel around herself and stuck her head out the door; "Tom, do Executive Officers duties extend to getting a bloody shower working. I can't get it to start." Tom rose slowly and walked over; he was about to explain about the the two handles, when Alex gestured to the shower levers and asked if he could get them working. He grinned and leaned over the bath and pulled both handles in the proper sequence. Water splashed on his uniform shirt and trousers.
Alex leapt forward with a towel and rubbed the crotch of his trousers saying; "Tut Tut, so sorry, its my fault entirely." The little towel she was wearing slipped to the floor. "Oops." was all she said, smiling. His eager mouth was on Alex's in an instance and she pulled at the buttons on his soaking shirt, as the pair groped each other under the shower. Her hands pulled at his trousers and they fell down, with Tom kicking off his shoes. Alex took hold of a very erect, large cock and she was certainly happy about the service that it gave.
He fucked her hard doggy style on the floor of the shower cubicle; the lovers were now saturated and slippery. Tom pushed deep into her, gripping her hips with both hands, whilst Alex pushed back against his thrusts. She groaned loudly and slapped both hands against the wall; Tom was pumping her hard and fast. He reached up and pushed the shower lever's; the bloody small room would soon flood if he didn't switch the damn thing off. He leaned back against the door and it swung open.
Ensign harry stood in the captains cabin gripping a piece of paper and just stared at the pair fucking on the bathroom floor. The paper fluttered to the ground and young harry really did grin. Alex looked up and smiled [Tom still fucking her with some passion] "Well. don't just stand there boy; get in here!" Harry didn't need an offer like that twice. He was stripped down to his socks and underpants in seconds. Alex reached up and tugged down his crisp white shorts and both she and Tom said the same thing, at the same time; "Oh for fuck sake, that's unbelievable" Young Harry was equipped with a cock that would make a stallion jealous. Tom didn't lose his rhythm as Alex shoved the stiffening monster into her mouth and sucked hard - really hard - and jerked it with some determination.
It was a tight squeeze in the small bathroom and in Alex's open fanny as Harry pushed his cock inside of her. She was now on top of the young man, gripping his shoulders, whilst Tom mounted her arse with some urgency. The three lovers were groaning and cursing as they fucked each other hard. Alex had a leg trembling, cunt throbbing orgasm; twice and could only lay on the boy, gasping and tearful from sheer sexual ecstasy. She would have sworn, that Harry's cock had reached the bottom of her bloody throat! It seemed to fill her entire body, never mind her gushing fanny.
Tom groaned loudly, slapping Alex's arse cheeks and squirted hard inside her back passage. Alex continued to ride young Harry and had yet another big spurt. Tom pulled from her arse and lay on the floor panting. Alex turned on her back and Harry really fucked her; gripping her slippery tits and sucking hard on her rock hard nipples. She held on tightly to his thrusting buttocks and screamed - yes, actually screamed - as he came inside of her. He just kept coming and collapsed on top; groaning loudly. Alex couldn't actually speak. She seemed to be full of cum. But she pulled Harry's mouth down to hers and the pair kissed passionately.
Tom rose from the wet floor and wiped his flaccid cock on Alex's little towel. "Shit!" He exclaimed, seeing the clock on the office wall. He should relieve Jeb on the bridge in just fifteen minutes. He grabbed up his wet uniform and headed from the bathroom very quickly. Alex was too busy sucking young Harrys tongue to notice his departure. Finally harry pulled from her and smiled; "Thank you Miss." Was all he said and gathered up his clothes and wearing just his underpants and vest; left Alex on the floor - still gasping - where she lay for some minutes.
Alex pulled herself up on still shaking legs and pulled the door shut. "Typical bloody men; cum and run." She muttered to herself and felt Harry's cum running down both thighs and legs; there was loads of the stuff. She slowly wiped her crotch and thighs with her towel and almost jumped as there was a loud knock on the door. She managed to shout "Hello, I'm in the shower!" Jeb laughed and shouted; "Yeah, Tom said you were in there. Everything OK? he said you had problems with the damn levers."
Alex gasped out; "Yes, but he sorted me out, thank you." She smiled - he had certainly sorted her out in more ways than that - she leaned against the wall and groaned. Any other time and she would have dragged him in, but Harry's big cock had filled her up and drained all her energy. Pity; she really did want to fuck him.
She could hear Jeb talking on the phone and she looked about the bathroom; it was a bloody mess; with water everywhere. She shrugged her shoulders and set about trying to clean the damn place up. Alex wrapped her bed jacket around her still damp body and gathered her things together. She slowly opened the door and fixed a tired smile on her face; this would take a little explaining as water seeped under the door onto the cabin floor. Alex's eyes widened and she really did smile. Jeb was sitting at his desk; stark naked, smoking a cigarette. He offered her the packet and asked if she wanted one. She shook her head and pulled off her bed jacket with a happy sigh.
13. 'COITUS INTERUPTUS' - YET A BLOODY AGAIN!
Alex was bent over the desk, hands gripping the edge with her legs apart and her big boobs squashed against the hard wood. Her head was down as Jeb fucked her hard from behind. He inserted a thumb into her already open anus and asked - politely - if he could fuck her up the arse later. Alex groaned and nodded; he wouldn't need to much lubricant, Tom had filled her back passage earlier with cum
and she hadn't cleaned herself up properly. Jeb chuckled and thrusted harder, gripping her quivering arse with both hands.
They changed position, with Alex laying sideways on the desk and Jeb thrusting like a road hammer. His hands now gripping the edge of the desk for maximum effect. Alex had a little orgasm - she was already really aroused from the threesome - and groaned. She groaned really loudly when the bloody phone buzzed and Jeb casually answered it; still fucking her hard. He spoke for about a minute and replaced the receiver. "Bloody Sonar has picked up something in the bay, could be an old wreck or something similar." He panted and turned Alex onto her back, pushing the paperwork from the desk. "I'll have to go, but not before I've come." He added with a little smile.
Alex just grunted as her gripped her big tits and squeezed hard, pinching her nipples until she actually yelped. He cussed a couple of times and came inside her. She just stared at him as he pulled his cock from her and and started to gather his uniform together. He smiled; "We'll continue this another time my dear." He said simply and dressed quickly. He was gone a few minutes later. Alex sat naked on the desk and folded her arms; she was really disappointed. She eased off the desk and picked up her towel and wiped her crotch. "Another typical fucking man who came and went." She muttered unhappily to herself. She pulled on her bed jacket and yet again; gathered her things together.
Still, he was totally responsible for this big bloody ship and he had to act accordantly, she told herself as she left the captain's cabin and headed back to her own. Owen was standing outside with large bundle in his arms. He smiled and held them up; "Our new outfits are here. I'm going to be a good rotten vicar." He said and pushed open her cabin door and followed her in.
Alex took the bundle from him and chucked it on the chair. “I need a man; NOW!” was all she said, and Owen sighed. They fucked on the small bed, on the floor, against the door and even on the small toilet. Owen’s alter-ego may be Jacqueline, but he certainly knew how to fuck a woman who really needed sex. He was fucking Alex hard as she knelt on all fours and she spurted, groaning loudly and cussing. That’s when Wilson banged on the door and said Jericho was waiting for them and was, they in their costumes yet.
Alex
k leaned on her elbows and didn’t smile; she felt Owen come inside of her and
he muttered; “Not a bloody again. Is there no peace for me to enjoy a good fuck
around here?” Owen patted her arse and
said softly; “I don’t know about you, but I enjoyed that.” Alex just grunted;
“I’m bloody well glad that someone did.”
14. OLD JUDEA AND HIS MAGIC BOX.
Jericho really shrugged his shoulders and repeated he didn't know; he had no explanation about the old wreck lying at the bottom of the bay. Jeb just stared at him and tapped the scope again. "Well, Tom and I are pretty sure that the damn thing wasn't there yesterday. " He walked to the window and gestured to the motor launch being lowered into the water. "Its in shallow water. Well, shallow enough for my team of divers to reach safely. We'll find out what she was." Jericho managed a smile and wandered away. "Bloody Sonar." He muttered to himself and joined Wilson by the railings, who was also watching the diving expedition get under way.
"Never thought of this; did we." He said softly to Jericho, who just nodded. "Have our sex change companions gone?" Wilson nodded; "Owen looks like a bent preacher and Alex is dressed in widow's black, complete with veil." They walked to the officer's mess; they needed a drink; even if it was only ten o'clock in the morning!
Since her legs were still free, Alex kicked Owen's feet real hard; "Trust you to ask bloody Madame Claire. Oh what's going on Madame? Oh, come this way Reverend and bring your sister! You bleeding twat!" She struggled against the ropes and failed. Owen couldn't answer; the gag in his mouth wouldn't let him. The door to the woodshed sprung open and Madame Claire, accompanied by her loyal sidekick - big Betty - came in and smiled at the pair. She was a holding a small sack and held up Owen's mirror; "I'd love to know what this fucking thing does? What I do know, is that there is nothing on God's earth - if you excuse the use of the almighty's name Reverend - existing in this time and place and I mean the year of our Lord seventeen hundred and ten."
Big Betty knelt down next to Owen and held a rusty dagger against his neck; "Shall I cut his throat and dump him in the jungle?" Madame Claire shook her head. "No, he may be worth something to someone. A good looking young boy like him is worth gold to some men who like their sex on the dark side." She smiled and gestured to Alex; "I've already sold her holes to the big boss himself. He was very disappointed about not raping that little dark haired tart. Now if I could get my hands on her, then I...we would be really in the money."
Alex just stared at her; "What fucking gives you the right to sell me you pox ridden bitch!" Madame Claire just grinned and produced a pistol from under her skirts and pointed it at Owen. "This does my lovely foul mouthed slut." She expertly pulled the firing hammer back. Alex sighed; "Alright, alright you fucking trollop. I understand." Madame Claire smiled and snapped the hammer back. "See, you can learn things quickly. I hope you learnt enough from your dead husband to please a man like the boss. Your arse had better known a big dick my lovely. That's he's favourite."
The two women left laughing together and Alex leaned back against the wall and just sighed; "Thanks to you, you twat. I'm about to have my poor bloody bum hole stretched by a pox ridden pirate!" Owen just shrugged his shoulders and mumbled something. "Shut up." Was all Alex moaned and stared about the woodshed. That's when she saw the old axe sticking out of a log.
They sneaked up to the back door of the brothel and peered in; young Delphi the African girl was stirring a big pot. They heard voices and crept under the window next door. They knelt in the dirt and listened; Madame Claire and Ratbeard were talking; about their bloody mirrors. Ratbeard paid her gold for them and walked away. The pair scurried into the jungle and hid in some bushes. Owen sat knees under his chin and sighed; "Whoever Ratbeard is, he's know what our mirrors are for. Who the hell is he?" Alex didn't know; "We need to get our mirrors back and close those bloody time portals. I know that much." She said and they pair made off; they wanted to put distance between the brothel and themselves.
They walked in the jungle for some time and found they were on the other side of the little island. It was dominated by the remains of a small volcano; long dead. They climbed and were rewarded by excellent views of the island; including Paradise Bay and the two ships in the small harbour. Owen sat and wiped his neck and face; "Just out of interest; now what the fuck do we do?" Alex slumped next to him and rubbed her arms; "Bloody insects." She said and stared about. She tapped Owen's arm very slowly and didn't smile; "There's some crazy old man staring at us." Owen looked across at a thick clump of trees. The old man gestured for them to come. His clothes were almost rags and he big leaves tied around his feet and on his head.
"It's bloody Ben Gunn." Owen groaned and the pair rose and walked over. The old man grinned with a toothless mouth; he looked nearly a hundred years old but clearly fit as a Butcher's dog. He gripped Alex's arm; "Your the lovely lady that old Breholt wants." He grinned at Owen and laughed - almost hysterically - to himself; "Your the lovely dark little girl he also wants. Old Judea knows all these things. He watches and listens. The jungle has been his friend for thirty years." He gestured for them to follow him. They both looked at each other and shrugged; then followed the strange little man into the dense jungle.
"I've been here since that bastard Captain Breholt dumped me here. Gave orders that no one should give me succour or be cut up like fish on a slab. The towns people all avoid me. Won't give me a cup of water or piece of bread. bastards." He entered a rough hole behind a well grown bush and they found themselves in a small cave. Judea chuckled; "Only old Israel Feat ever helped me. A good man."
Alex and Owen just stood; speechless and amazed. There was furniture stacked up, beds, tables and chests, Eastern carpets and tapestries. He pointed to a couple of royal looking chairs and produced a bucket of water and a ladle. He sipped and gargled; "Still fresh my lovelies." They sat and really enjoyed the water. Old Judea dropped on the floor cross legged and smiled at the pair. "Old Redbeard know who you are." He laughed again and shook his head. "Old Judea knows who you are. God's people's. "
Owen asked how he knew that. Old Judea laughed again and ran both hands over his bald head; "Old Judea knows what he knows. Redbeard and his new trollop know who you are. He's trying to buy passage on one of the other ships." He laughed hysterically, rolling about the cave floor. Finally he sat up smiling; "Old Judea loved what you did to his ship. Old Judea loved it." He jumped up and walked to a chest and pulled the lid up. Owen and Alex walked over and stared in; it was packed with gold cups, jewels, gold and silver coins. It was a fortune for the time; well to be honest, a fortune in any time.... Judea dug deep amongst the treasures and pulled out a little black box.
He held it out to Alex and as she reached for it, snatched it back grinning. "Get nothing for nothing around here my darling." Alex just sighed; "I really don't need a little box thank you. You dirty old sod." Judea laughed again and whispered; "Not even one that will take you back from whence you came?" Owen nodded; "How much would you bet that it contains a time portal?" Alex folded her arms and asked Judea what he wanted for it. He grinned and leapt around the place, then whispered in her ear. Alex just nodded; "Only if the bloody thing works." Judea nodded and jumped away from them, he slowly opened the lid and whispered into the box. He was gone. Alex and Owen stared at each other; a working time portal!
15. PARADISE BAY - PART 3.
Jericho and Wilson sat in the officers mess and sipped brandies. Samson came over and spoke to Wilson; "Mr. farmer is quite a navy historian. He thinks that the divers have found an old pirate ship from the 1700's. Apparently the stern is missing and there are some human bones scattered about the seabed. Must have sunk with the crew on board. " Wilson thanked him and asked if they had identified the wreck. Samson shook his head and re-filled their glasses; "Not yet." He said and wandered back to the small bar and kitchen.
Wilson rubbed his chin; "That's funny, Owen in his research said that the 'Bathsheba' apparently sank around 1710. He thought it was lost in a storm at the time." Jericho nodded; he did remember the briefing when they first came on board. "Little did we realise that it was us that sank the bugger." He said quietly. Wilson discretely checked his mirror and looked concerned; "They should have been back by now or at least called in." Jericho stared out the window and grimaced. "My gut tells me that something is wrong." The pair rose and headed for their cabin; thanking Samson as they left.
They operated their mirrors and Jericho set his to find his missing detectives mirrors. They appeared in a bedroom and stood by the huge open window staring at the naked woman, face down on the bed, snoring; It was Mrs. Carol Harker! Wilson pointed to the bedside table and whispered; "The mirrors are in there." Jericho crept across and gently lifted the bag. He nodded at Mrs. Harker and smiled with real glee; "Shall we?" He said quietly and Wilson just grinned.
Mrs. Harker sat on the beach wrapped in just some leaves and watched the motor launch from HMS Steadfast approaching. She sighed. Those bastards. They know she can't say a thing about what happened to her - if she didn't want to end up in a loony bin - but on the bright side, she will inherit all the dead twats money and there's bound to be plenty of horny sailors on board!
Jericho and Wilson were hiding in the jungle by the fort, watching the goings on. Redbeard had apparently fallen out of favour with Blackbeard and so had Madame Claire. Jericho was patiently waiting on a call from Mr. Albian [a very Senior Time Controller] and finally his mirror buzzed. He answered it immediately and just sighed. He thanked Mr. Albian and turned to Wilson; "A breach of the time line occurred here and now. Two people travelled back to the islands in the bloody year 68,510, 241BC!" Wilson just groaned; "I hope they keep an eye out for bloody dinosaurs." Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "Lets go and find the pair of twats before they become lunch for some bloody big reptile." The pair vanished.
They made their way through the steaming jungles, following Jericho's mirror which was set to search for two bodies; Alex and Owen's. They hoped their souls were still with them. Jericho stopped beneath a huge tree and slowly looked up. He laughed out loud and shouted; "Come down you pair of twats. Some bloody dinosaurs have very long necks!" A very relieved Owen and Alex climbed down and were handed their mirrors. Wilson just laughed at the dishevelled pair. Jericho said quietly; "Now lets close those time portals." Owen told them about old Judea and his big chest. "The old bugger never told us that it was one way." Jericho rubbed his chin and asked Owen to describe the old man, which he did. Jericho chuckled and turned to Alex; "Did he ask you to pee in front of him?" Alex was absolutely staggered and nodded slowly; actually going a little red.
Jericho sighed; "Judea was a priest back in Ancient Egypt around the time the Great Pyramid was supposedly built. He's been time travelling for centuries. He likes to play a special little game with very pretty young women who find themselves in difficulty. Sounds like he's aged a bit, but that's not surprising for someone who has travelled in time so much. He must be nearly five thousand years old now." The team operated there mirrors had returned to Paradise Bay in 1710.
"So there was no time portal in that little box?" Owen sounded quite amazed as Jericho explained that Judea himself was the bloody time portal! "That one will only close when he dies." Jericho said, adding; "Its very very rare. Temporal Intelligence believes the daft old bugger thinks a small figurine of the Goddess Isis is the device. But its himself." Wilson said quietly; "He's quite harmless really. Never changes anything of importance. He just likes to see pretty young women piss in front of him. Quite a harmless hobby really." He chuckled when Alex retorted; "Not for bloody some big man." Jericho waved them into some bushes and gestured down to the beach; a big bearded man was being put into a rowboat and set adrift. He was stark naked; apparently, he had been literally stripped of everything including his dignity.
Owen consulted his mirror and shrugged his shoulders; "Its a certain Norman Dawson. A missing soul from 1891. Missing from Scotland. He must be Ratbeard the pirate." Jericho nodded and sighed; "Well, who the hell now has the time portals?" Wilson pointed down to a big man standing by the shoreline. "That's Breholt. I bet he has acquired the damn things." Jericho knelt thinking; "We'll collect that twat later and return him to 1891. But first, we need to get the bloody time portals off Breholt. Now how do we go about that?"
Then the 'infamous' lightbulb snapped on in his head and Jericho really smiled at Owen; who just groaned. Alex patted his arm; "Well, if it goes wrong, you'll either end up with your throat cut or your bum hole stretched." She really grinned at that. "Oh what's going on Madame? Oh, come this way Reverend and bring your sister!" She muttered with some sarcasm, but smiling with a little satisfaction.
16. CAPTAIN BREHOLT; GENTLEMAN PIRATE?
Madame Claire sat on the bucket and didn't smile. But the offer from bloody Mr. Tibbs was a good one and besides; she really wanted to get back at Breholt. He had shut her brothel for ten days. No one would come near the place until Breholt reopened it. She would lose good money with another ship - full of horney sailors - due in. She agreed to help and Jericho had promised her the two emblems that Ratbeard had owned - after he closed the time portals - so that made her quite agreeable.
She really stared at 'Jackie'. Madame Claire asked Wilson if the 'Reverend' had a twin sister? Wilson just smiled. Alex helped Jackie with her dress and make up; she really did look stunning. They set off for the Garrison House in the fort. Madame Claire knew all the little secret places to hide and they soon appeared at the back door; Jericho gave Claire an unloaded pistol and she grabbed hold of Jackie and frog marched her into the kitchens. The team hid in the pantry and followed events on their mirrors. "Soon as we know that Breholt has the portals, we move in." Jericho explained.
Captain Breholt smiled and scratched his beard. He really was a happy man now as he stared at Jackie who was pushed onto a chair by the windows. "You may re-open Madame Clare; you have done me a great service finding this girl." Madame Clare curtsied and stuffed her pistol back under her skirts. She left; also smiling to herself. Captain Breholt dropped into a chair opposite Jackie and adjusted his fine jacket and removed his sword belt; also placing a pistol on the small table next to his chair.
He gestured to the other table - which to Jackie's surprise - had been laid with a tea pot, cups and delicate cakes - "I hope you enjoy Indian tea Miss Jackie, tea from China is quite difficult to get hold of in these troubled climes. It will be so pleasant and graceful to take tea with a proper English lady. Shall I be mother?" Somewhat amazed Jackie could only nod. Captain Breholt poured the tea with great pleasure and offered fresh milk and sugar. He sat back with his cup and sighed; "It's so nice to have good tea with the company of such a proper, beautiful young lady of quality." Again Jackie just nodded. Now this was turn up for the books! Drinking tea with a notorious pirate captain in his pirate stronghold.
Breholt finished his tea and rummaged in the old canvas sack that lay under the table. Jackie smiled; he pulled the two very emblem that the team was after from the bag. he slapped them on the table and ran fingers through his beard. "Worth a great deal of money my lady and I give them both to you." He smiled - again - and leaned forward, patting her hand. "These are just the start my dear. If you agree to my proposals, you will have much more gold. In fact, anything you wish; a fine houses, servants, French gowns, anything."
Jackie placed her cup down and sighed; "And what are your proposals Sir?" She asked - not smiling - and the captain grinned. "Become my wife of course!" He exclaimed and chuckled, gripping her hand quite hard. "And if I don't agree Sir?" She said and found that she couldn't free her hand from his powerful grip. He sighed; "Well. I don't think your that stupid my lady. I would be forced by your refusal to fuck you quite brutally - in all your delicate orifices - and then give you to my men to do the same." He smiled broadly and released her hand. "So I thought a quiet wedding on Sunday morning would do nicely. I understand there's a young Reverend on the island with his pretty sister. I'm sure that I can persuade him to conduct the service." Now he grinned broadly.
Jackie sighed; now that would be interesting, conducting her own marriage service! It would certainly be a lively conversation piece over dinner. That's when she noticed - with some relief - that the captain had stopped in mid grin. She rose and grabbed the two emblems and headed for the door. It opened and Wilson stuck his head in and smiled; "Come on the almost future Mrs. 'I'm a big bad pirate' Breholt. Jericho wants to rescue naughty Norman's arse before he's bloody soul is lost." They headed to the pantry, passing several pirate men in the corridor; all frozen in time. Jackie stopped and prodded one with her finger; "Wilson, isn't this one suppose to be dead?"
Jericho stood on the beach and rubbed his chin; "Only one has a time portal. The Egyptian Figurine doesn't hold one." He said with a little surprise in his voice. He closed the portal in the Aztec emblem and handed the items back to Wilson; "Drop these off to the Madame Clare like I promised. I small a rat here." Alex stood with arms on hips and didn't smile. "If the figurine is not carrying a time portal, then how the hell did the naughty Norman get here?" Jericho smiled; "Lets ask the dumb sod." Jackie lowered the telescope and sighed; "Norman's row boat is empty. He's gone."
Jericho consulted his mirror and cursed; "Breech of the time from this time and place, One human has crossed back to 1891, North Scotland." He lowered his mirror and rubbed his chin; "So Norman has jumped back to his own time. I don't think so." The team glanced at each other. "What are you thinking?" Alex asked, knowing that look on Jericho's face. Jericho held up his mirror; "Norman Dawson is still shown as a missing soul. Had he jumped back to 1891 - his own scheduled time period - he would no longer show as a missing soul. Someone else has used the portal. It must be locked to this year [1710] and 1891."
"So what the hell happed to naughty Norman?" Wilson asked, staring at the empty, drifting rowboat. Jericho shrugged his shoulders; "We were told by captain 'Fancy pants' that Norman's time portal was contained in an Egyptian figurine. He probably believed that. But we never saw the damn thing to check it with our mirrors." Wilson nodded; "But the Aztec emblem did carry one. I checked that with my mirror in the tavern. So we assumed - wrongly - that both contained time portals." Jericho nodded; "Norman is a clever bastard. The figurine was just a fake to mask the real portal."
Alex sighed; "So where is the damn thing now and what form does it take?" Jericho shrugged his shoulders; he didn't know, but they had to find the damn thing and close it. They also had to find out who was now operating the bloody portal. He almost smiled; "I think I know a man who might assist in this matter."
17. A PUZZLE WITHIN A PUZZLE.
They stood outside old Judea's cave entrance and Jericho shouted for him. The old man appeared and grinned broadly; "Jericho my man! Long time, no see." He laughed and winked at Alex; "Hello my lovely." She stuck up a single finger; but did smile. He gestured for the team to follow him into his strange home. Judea leapt into his hammock and swung gently. "I know why you are here talking to old Judea. Old Judea knows you know." He smiled and slapped his hands together. Jericho also smiled and folded his arms; "The Egyptian Figurine was the clue, my old mad friend. You've been using that bloody figurine as cover for years - centuries in fact - so I knew it was you behind all this."
He leapt from the hammock and did a little dance; "I've sent him somewhere nice and warm. He's back in ancient Rome. Arrived stark naked. He'll be alright!" He laughed again and went quiet. Jericho just sighed; "Who has jumped back to 1891? We know it wasn't Norman. He's soul is still missing, so being dumped in ancient Rome explains that. But who else fell for your little trick?"
The old man sat back on his hammock and smiled quite mischievously; "Breholt of course my inquisitive friend. Breholt the great pirate is now in old Scotland. I hope he likes snow and ice," He laughed again and swung his legs up and down with some joy. Jericho ran a hand over his face and restrained from smiling. "That explains why he handed over the emblems so quickly and easily. He thought that would get us off his back. He knew that Jackie was one of us and used that to contact us. Telling everyone he wanted the girl, he knew we would come to him and he believed that could get a portal from old Judea, But fell for the mad old man's trick as we fell for his."
Wilson nodded; "He knew that we would be on his trail and so fobbed us off with one real portal and a fake. But didn't know that old Judea would be playing tricks on him - like he does everyone - and fell for it." Alex smiled a little; "I remember you saying [to Jericho] that Breholt just disappeared in 1711. Now we know why." Jackie folded his arms; "I just checked my mirror and Breholt is classified as a missing soul. Yesterday was new Years Day in Western Europe. So its now 1711. He disappeared right on cue."
"Yeah, and old Israel Feat was the other player in all this. He probably told Breholt about the figurine and how he could get hold of the supposed real thing from old Judea. Little wonder that Breholt kept him from the clutches of Norman. That also explains why Breholt disgraced Norman after the loss of the ship." Jackie muttered and lowered her mirror. "We should have checked to see if Israel had actually died on that ship. Remember, we didn't see any collectors." She added and smiled a little. Wilson stared at the mad old man, swinging on his hammock and said quietly; "So there never was a second time portal. Just this old nutter playing tricks with very gullible people." He smiled at Alex and Jackie, who said nothing, staring at the dirt floor.
"Come on people. let's get back to HMS bloody Steadfast." Was all Jericho said and the team disappeared. Judea lay back on his hammock and laughed hysterically, shouting; "Old Judea fools everyone. Even the great Jericho Tibbs!"
Inspector John Johnson stood at the railings and smiled as the little boat approached the warship. The 'pirate experts' were returning from the island. He walked down the deck and greeted them as they came up the swinging gangplank. He helped Alex aboard, but spoke to Jericho; "Jeb wants you on the bridge. They have identified that old wreck, it appears..." He never finished the sentence; a sailor called to him about a message just received, in the radio room.
They walked slowly to the bridge and Owen stopped them under the bridge ladder; "Just for your information we are back to the very day we landed on the island for the first time. Everything from that moment has changed. There was no beach party, no arriving back in our costumes in that bloody old rowboat. It's all changed. The only fly in the ointment is that Breholt and Dawson [Norman] are still missing souls. There are no real pirates from the 1700's operating around here now." He grinned and slipped his mirror away. Jeb appeared and shouted down the ladder to the team; "We set sail for home people. The Inspector just received some good news about the bloody pirates." He turned and walked away.
The team all exchanged a glance and headed for the Officer's mess and ordered brandies from Samson - the mess steward - and sat quietly, there was no real conversation until Inspector John joined them; smiling broadly. Samson bought him a whisky and he sat down next to Alex. "Well my friends, our little adventure is over. I just received a message that the Islands coastguard has picked up an old sailboat from the 1920's called the BATHSHEBA and found it stuffed with guns and stolen goods. They admit to a little piracy around these islands. So we're heading home." He grinned and sipped his whisky. The team just smiled.
The Inspector gripped his glass and said quietly; "They [the pirates?] admit to attacking boats around here, but not to murder and abduction. But I'm sure Mrs. Harker will identify the brutes as the bastards who murdered her husband and kidnapped her. After all, if they didn't; who the hell did?"
The team just nodded as one. They could answer that question easily, but the explanation of how they knew, could be a little complicated and somewhat awkward!
The
confidential Navel Board of Inquiry convened in secret to pass judgment on
Doctor James Fergus. The circumstances in which he was found in his surgery
demanded that; they didn’t want the newspapers all over the story.
The doctor – of previously good character – had been found in the Medical Bay in some pain; his cock tied up with tape to the table, weights hanging from his nipples and crocodile clips fixed to his testicles. There was a wooden cane jammed in his anus with a padlock hanging from it. The discipline committee concluded that he had been caught practicing some sadistic sexual act of utter perversion. His story that he had been forced was not accepted by the three admirals and they found him guilty on several counts. He was dismissed from the service and the punishment didn’t stop there; the BMA [British Medical Association] struck him off to safeguard patient safety and he ended up working in a Liverpool bar and doing any job that paid money.
Owen lay on the sofa and watched Mr. Parker [the lighthouse cat] chase his rubber ball about the study. He smiled and thought he would never cross Alex, under any circumstance!
"The mission was considered only partially
successful. They had closed one time portal but lost two souls to the darkness.
There was nothing they could do about old Judea; he was the time portal that
would only close, when the old soul finally died! Alex certainly enjoyed her sea voyage and meeting 'Captain Casanova' and his motley crew!"
Lt. Commander Jeb Parker was promoted to full captain in 1957 and a desk job in the Admiralty in London. He never progressed beyond that rank despite his skill and talents. He died in 1971. He had never married nor had children. His soul was collected and processed.
Lt. Tom Hardy-Jones never was promoted and retired in 1964. He owned a London pub for some years before his death in 1982. He married one of his barmaids and had three children. His soul was collected and processed.
Ensign Harry Kiddiminster rose to the rank of Vice-Admiral - despite being a congenial idiot - and married into English Aristocracy. He was Knighted by the Queen [Elizabeth II] in 1967 and retired from the navy with full honours. His family still exists today; his grandson is a navel cadet - despite being an idiot like his grandfather - the boy will go far. Harry’s soul was collected and processed.
Radio man Norman 'Nobby' Bannister left the navy in 1958 and set up his own business fixing and selling TV's. It was highly successful, and he died in 1981 a very wealthy man. He had married three times and had two children and five grandchildren. His soul was collected and processed.
Helmsman Simon 'Snakes' Simpson was washed overboard during a serve storm off Africa in 1961. He had left the Royal navy and joined the merchant navy. That proved a fatal change of occupation. His soul was collected and processed.
Chief Petty Officer Jim Grieves retired from the navy in 1960 and became a recluse, living in an isolated cottage in Cumbria. His body was found in 1963. He had been dead some time. He had never married or had children; even his close neighbours knew nothing about the man. No soul was collected and that is being investigated by Temporal Inspector Harry Hadden and team 52. There is no resolution yet.
Purser David Farmer left the navy after an internal discipline hearing which had been conducted in private. He moved to London in 1956 and ran a small cafe near London docks. He never spoke about why he was dismissed from the navy. But when he died in 1969 from seasonal influenza, his sister’s boy inherited quite a sum of money and several properties. His soul was collected and processed.
Inspector John Johnson left the islands police service in 1959 after his wife divorced him; she had found someone else. He travelled the world. He married an Australian lady and ran a small sheep station in the outback. He had five children and was tragically killed when his pickup truck overturned on a quiet dirt road in 1969. His soul was collected and processed.
Able seaman Jim Stanley remained in the navy until his retirement in 1964. He worked various mundane jobs, living in Manchester. On a wet Saturday afternoon in 1974 he was found hanging in his front room. His soul was collected and processed. He had never married or had children. He gave no explanation for his actions to the Collector who attended his death.
Disgraced ship's Surgeon James Fergus left the navy's service in 1954 and worked various jobs until his State retirement in 1966. He moved to Canada to live with his only daughter who had forgiven her father. He died there in 1979: his soul was collected and processed.
Mess Steward Samson De'Hanga left the navy in 1958 and married a nice lady from Liverpool, where he lived the rest of his life. He had no less than seven children by three different women. He died in 1972 from throat cancer. His soul was collected and processed.
Sailor Solomon Carville left the Royal Navy in 1957 and returned home to Jamaica where he ran a small record shop in the capitol. It was quite successful and Solomon married twice and had three children between his two wives. He suffered a major stoke in 1965 and after lingering in a coma for a couple of weeks died. His Grandson - Garfield - still the runs the shop today. Solomon's soul was collected and processed.
Mrs. Caroline Harker inherited a small fortune and sent her son to boarding school. She used the time to entertain various young men and woman in her mansion. She died in 1989 after leading a very hedonistic life. She had been HIV positive for several months before her death. Her son, his wife and her grandchildren didn't attend the funeral. Her soul was collected and processed.
William Harker [aka 'the twat'] was murdered by Ratbeard and his gang on his expensive yacht. His soul was collected and processed. It was quarantined for a full human century for sexual offences against two young girls. His wife - Caroline - may have thought he was a 'twat' but he had a hidden dark side.
Old Percival Tebbings [Pirate] died in 1713 after being stabbed in a fight over a cheap whore. His soul was collected and processed. Strangely enough, none of the crimes he committed during his 'pirate' times cumulated in any quarantine!
Norman Dawson [Pirate Captain aka 'Ratbeard'] who had been fooled by old Judea into time travelling, ended up in Ancient Rome and soon had to steal and kill to survive. He was quickly caught by the Roman Authorities and condemned to the arena. He managed to survive a couple of fights but was eventually killed in a small arena before a bored crowd. Being out of his ordained time; his soul was lost to the darkness of real death. It remains missing to this day.
Orville Suckles [Captain Casanova/Fancy pants/Errol Flynn lookalike] who was returned to 1933 became a brush salesman and died in obscurity and poverty in 1974. His soul was collected and processed. It was quarantined for half a human century.
Israel Feat [pirate] died in 1712 from smallpox which swept the small island community. His soul was collected and processed. It was quarantined until 2000 for various serious crimes including rape and murder.
Judea of Thebes [the mad old man] remains a concern for the Temporal Department; quite a few people have fallen for his tricks over the centuries. His particular time portal will not close until his death. He remains alive at this present time, probably even more of a nutter than when the team encountered him!
Madame Clare D'Anjoi continued to run her brothel until 1715, when she suddenly married a French Merchant Captain and moved to East Africa. She had three children and died in 1731. Her soul was collected and processed.
Barbara Soakes [Big Betty] took over the brothel in 1715 and continued her chosen profession until 1722, when the British drove the pirates from the islands. She died of dysentery in 1727 working as a cheap street prostitute in Kingstown. Her soul was collected and processed. It was quarantined until 2150 for various murders; all unlucky clients of hers.
John Breholt [Pirate Captain] is known for trying to organize several attempts to get the pirates of Madagascar to accept a pardon and bring their wealth home to England, which he failed at. He turned his hands to many thing things, including building lighthouses, but simply vanished from history in 1711. He was never heard or seen again. The team knows why; but living humans don't know that he ended up in Scotland in 1891. Now that is another story....
"Who doesn't like a swash-buckling, rip roaring and down right dirty pirate adventure? Well, our Alex for one! Though I think she would have preferred to miss the bit with the sodding dinosaurs. Regarding the 'Clark Gable' look-alike; maybe it was him that started the rumours about Clark being a former pirate - he certainly looked the part - but this quote says all about that: 'There are no credible rumours suggesting that Clark Gable was a former pirate. While some articles have described him as looking like a "swarthy pirate" due to his appearance, this is a descriptive comparison, not a factual claim about his past. Clark Gable was a well-known actor, not a pirate. He served as a bomber pilot during World War II, but this was after his acting career began."
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