Amy FryPage

Created by M. J. Fry

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Guns, Roses& Pirates

London 1864, around the English Channel

Chapter 1: Introductions

He rules the sea,

He’s the King of the oceans

He has no mercy,

and no love

He is the Pirate King,

He is the Pirate King

What a glorious thing,

This sexy pirate King

The voices of the Irish pirates rose over the sound of the sea. “What the hell are you up to, you dirty mange scallywags?” bellowed a deep voice.

“It’s the Pirate King! The infamous Captain James. M. Smith!” cried Gena Colt, first mate.

“Aye it 'tis, milady.” Said Roland Johns, midshipman.

“Hello all.” Captain Smith said to his crew. Captain Smith narrowed his eyes and looked from one pirate to the other. “Why aren’t you in line?” he asked sternly. The crew scrambled to get in order. Gena scrambled to the Captain’s side. It took about three seconds. Impressive.

“Permission to speak, Captain.” piped the small voice of Frederick Jones, second mate.

“Permission granted, Private Jones.” The captain said passively.

“Sir,” said Jones stepping forward. “I got a letter from Captain Avril J. Peterson, requesting…actually demanding…a war with you over the orphan issue.”

“Okay. What does he…?”

“It’s a she, captain.” Gena whispered in his ear.

“Oh.” The captain said embarrassed. Snickers went through the group. “Okay well what does she want? And do you mean orphan as in a child that has lost its parents or often as in frequently?” he asked.

“Orphan; a child who lost its parents. I heard she’s an orphan killer too.” Jones finished stepping back in line.

“Now wait. Out of line, Jones. What do you mean orphan issue? I don’t have an issue with her. Do I? Have I met her?” the captain asked persistently.

Exasperated, Jones got out of line, and answered the questions as best as he could. “The orphan issue…you know?” He waited a beat but the captain’s expression was blank. “You kill orphans, she kills orphans. There’s a battle between you. And yes, you have an issue with her. You two are horrible enemies. No, you haven’t met with her in person but she does send rather interesting letters to us…uhh, I mean you.” He said blushing.

The captain had to rack his brain. Woman captain. Avril Peterson. Hates orphans (and him).

“Is she feared by people?” he asked desperately.

“She certainly is.” said Johnny Demes, the cook. “Here’s a hint. She’s known as the Pirate Queen.” A little light bulb went off in the captain’s head.

“Oh, yes!. Oh….” he said scrunching up his nose. “Uhh!” he moaned.

Avril Joanne Peterson is a horrid, redheaded, seducing, conniving, little witch. Granted she was down right beautiful with waist length red, wavy hair, and a small, narrow nose. She was a few inches shorter than him and had enormous breasts. Her thighs were nice and plump too. She was a vision of beauty in her twenty-four years of age but was down right horrible.

Her only faults were her eyes and temper/attitude. Her eyes were cold and pale bluish-gray. If she was pissed or lying, you would know.

It’s all in the eyes. You watch them and they’ll chill you to the bone. Her attitude isn’t much better. For one thing, she hates, absolutely hates, orphans. She kills them left and right. Actually, to think about it, she’d kill anyone that got in her way. No one knows her goal or what she’s after, but they do know that she’s a virgin. Kind of embarrassing if you think about it.

If he was in her place, he wouldn’t want people to know if he was a virgin or not. Sadly to say, he is a virgin as well. Oh, well. No one knows.

Anyway, anything can set her off. The only time she’s probably calm and content is when she’s asleep. Man, that’s a good thought. Avril in bed. Woo!

None of his men knew that the captain had met, - or even seen- and talked with Avril. She was a bitch that day. She was probably on her period. Yes, he knew all about a woman and her anatomy.

The only way he could become a pirate was to learn all about male and female anatomy. It was boring but proved to be useful.

The captain isn’t that different from Avril. They’re a lot alike. He is Captain James Maximilian Smith. He mans and owns the ship S.S. Cellustia. He named it that because of his lust for women. Get it? Lust…. Cel-lust-ia. Ha, Ha! There’s a little sailor humor.

As much as it pained him to say this, sailor is the nice way to say pirate. Uhh! Anywho, Avril mans and owns a ship named H.M.S. Black Rose. Nice name….really.

James is 26 (two years older than Avril) and was born in London, England, U.K. He grew up there too. His whole crew did. Avril and her crew (all women, one man. His is all men, one woman.) were born and they grew up in Georgetown, England, U.K. They had a lot of things in common.

They had the same eyes. Hard and steely. Their attitudes and tempers are the same. The only differences are their ships, hair, and gender. His hair was jet black, and really unruly. You could mess with it for hours but get no change. He was also tall and strong.

And he had to admit, he was well bit and his cock was big and hard. (flaccid on special occasions. Mostly when he’s relaxed though.) The latter is just a bit of extra information, has nothing to do with anything but he’s proud of it. He is a virgin, an orphan killer, and an atheist. He doesn’t believe in God or the Devil or any of that crap. The only thing he does believe is that the Devil is more powerful than God. (because there’s so much evil in the world.)

Avril is the same. An atheist, virgin, orphan killer. It’s a shame that James and her hate each other. They could be so good together and make some sweet love. Oh, well. It’ll never happen. Can you believe he got all this information from just one visit from her? Auspiciously, he got her really drunk and then interrogated her.

It happened a year ago from today. The date was April 9, 1863. They had arrived in Georgetown, England. The captain had not been there before so he was sight seeing. He figured he would stop off at the Fig & Boar. People call it the Pig & Whore, however. He stopped there and figured he would find a girl. Indeed he did but this one was a woman. She was singing on stage at the time and when she was done, the captain applauded very enthusiastically. She noticed and came to his table.

“Enjoying the show, my dear?” She asked in a soft, sexy, seducing, voice.

“Indeed I am. Might you join me for a pint?” He smirked up at her. Her breasts were eye level with him.

“I may. Thank you.” And that’s how it happened that he met her. She was nice half the time and mean the next. He was fine with it though. That’s a day he will never forget.

He didn’t even know who she was at first. She still doesn’t know who he is…he thinks. It wouldn’t matter if she did. He didn’t tell her much, especially his name. That would have been bad. She’s very inquisitive.

After he learned her identity, he could have made love to but he was nice. She was drunk enough, he thought. He could have if he’d to but he hadn’t. She did grab his cock though…hard. She begged him to bed her but again he was nice. He felt the warmth of her hand linger as he left the tavern. He felt it right then and there while he thought about it. That was a year ago but he could still picture her beauty.

“Captain?” Gena asked.

“Uhh, yes Gena?” he asked. She had snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Umm…I was wondering if I could have a word with you in your quarters?” she asked meekly looking at the ground.

“Uhh...yes, absolutely. Come on.” he said. Captain Smith led Gena to his quarters, closed the door, and sat her down on his red velvet settee. “What is it? Is everything alright?” he asked worriedly.

“Uh, well.” Gena said looking down at the floor and placing her hands in her lap.

“Yes?” Captain Smith ventured, leaning forward.

“Well, this is gonna’ be hard but I need to say it. For ten years, I’ve felt a special way towards you and it’s hard not to tell you or show you how I feel.” Oh, no! thought Captain Smith. She’s going to tell me that she loves me…again.

“I know you haven’t noticed it but now you know…I think.” She continued, stammering. Oh, I’ve noticed alright, he thought. Every day. “I love you, James.” She cried.

And before he could stop her, she lunged forward, climbed on top of him and thrust her mouth on his. The first thought that ran through his mind was that Gena is the only person that calls him by his first name. Weird how we would think that considering what was happening. A second later James (as he prefers to be called) relaxed into the kiss. He hadn’t realized until then what her body looked like. Usually, you never looked at your crew like that.

She had ample breasts. Not as big as Avril’s. Her lips were full. Her legs were plump, again like Avril’s and her tongue was always moving. The kiss was deep and long. James had his tongue in her mouth and hers in his. He had to admit it, this felt really good. But he couldn’t do this. It was good, great in fact, but it was like kissing his sister. (he would know. He had one and she worked for Avril. Boy was she a pain. He still loved her all the same.)

“G-Gena, I-I can’t do this.” He said, breaking the kiss. She looked at him and then her light green eyes turned a hard, dark, green. Oh man, she’s pissed. I’m dead, he thought.

“What? Why? Huh? Is it because I’m not pretty enough? Or skinny enough? Or am I too skinny? What is it James? Do you just want to be friends?” she screamed at him.

“No, you’re not ugly, you’re actually very beautiful. No! You’re damn beautiful, Gena. And your body is great! Don’t change it. And yes, I do just want to be friends. Kissing you is like kissing my sister. We’re close, but not sexually close. I’m sorry Gena. I really am.” He looked up to see Gena with her mouth open and staring at him aghast.

“Your sister? Do you even have a sister?” she asked weakly. He admitted that he did. She is a crew member of Peterson’s pirates.

Her name is Cece Bloom. The famous tavern singer. She married a man named John Bloom. Sadly, he died from a plague that went through their village.

Cece’s nineteen. She’s been married since she was fourteen. She still had no child. And now she is a widow. Man! Marriage is a tough thing. He wouldn’t know though since he hasn’t and isn’t married….luckily.

He picked Gena up off his lap, said goodbye and left. He never saw her again after that. She ran away. She came back a few months later but James wasn’t there to see it….

She left a note on his bedside table. It looked like a confession of some type. It wasn’t very long but it was meaningful.

James probably wouldn’t and couldn’t have asked for more. It read:

My dearest James,

I must leave. I’m sorry to do this at such short notice, but I don’t think my heart can take any more of this. That day you went to the tavern is one I will never forget.

You were there with Avril and you two were flirting. How could a woman flaunt herself so?! I will never know, it is beyond me. You were looking her up and down, wanting her. I was to tell you this the day we kissed but you left before I could.

It is clear that you want more than a pirate for a bride, you want a Pirate Queen. I’m so sorry to hear that, but she would suit you well. I must go now. I want to waste no more of your time.

“Sincerely your love, Gena Anne Colt.” James said, finishing the letter. His midshipman found the letter in James’ room while he was cleaning the floors. James read it aloud to his crew. His crew was staring suspiciously at him when he read the part where they had kissed.

“Is she coming back, Boss?” asked Davy Thornton, third mate, sadly.

“I don’t know, Davy. I hope so soon. I’ll miss her. She was a great gal. But right now, we need to worry about the Peterson Crew.”

At the mention of her name, the whole crew straightened up and forgot about Gena.

“Mr. Demes, cook us up some meat will you?” Johnny Demes, the cook, a black man, did as he was told with a few grumbles and went into the galley.

“Creavey, go to the crows nest and keep a look out.” James ordered a pudgy, blond boy of fifteen years of age.

“Yes, sir.” And he scurried off. “Collin, my man. Wash the deck please.” James asked a short, skinny boy of thirteen.

“What? What are you going to do? Why can’t you do it?” the boy asked in disgust. Wow! James thought. That kid’s got a mouth on him.

“Because my dear boy, I have to deal with the captain. She’s going to be a problem. I need to plan a strategy and that’s not very fun. Unless you want to do -doke?”

Collin seemed to understand that and went for a bucket and sponge. In his office, James started to go through his papers and found a letter addressed to him with today’s date on it.

Captain James M. Smith

April 9, 1884

S.

Avril J. Peterson

Dear Mr. Smith,

I know it was you I met in the bar in Georgetown. Nice disguise. Well, you know about me so now I want to know about you. All I know is that you are a virgin, the Pirate King and that you, like I , kill orphans.

I was hoping we could meet….again. I know you’re in London, by the English Channel. We could meet or we could be, dare I say it, pen pals and write letters to each other. I like the first one better, but the second one’s good too so write me back and tell me what say you.

Sincerely yours,

Captain Avril J. Peterson

James was stunned by the letter but then again a little amused. Also impressed. She knows who I am! Yes! He thought jumping up and down. I think I’d like to meet her, he thought. ( hell, he’d love to meet her. ) But then again I’d like to learn as much as I can about her. Okay, I’ll do it, he decided.

Avril J. Peterson

April 9, 1884

H.M.S. Black Rose

James M. Smith

Dear Avril,

I really like the second idea but I would like to see you again. I enjoyed our last visit. You’re really beautiful. I must admit it. We are alike in ways, but I don’t blow up at anyone and everyone. I must go. You know, being the Pirate King and all. Real busy.

Sincerely your admirer,

James M. Smith

There done. When they arrived in London again, James ran to the mail office and mailed his letter. I’m so gonna’ have the upper hand in this. This is going to be fun, thought James.

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