A Pirate’s Tale, Parts 8 and 9

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Eight

Skunk and his sparse crew transferred to the galleon the next morning, along with their share of the treasure and what food and water could be spared. Cager watched the galleon sail away, one hand on the Hunter’s wheel.

Quill, beside him as always, said, “Think they’ll make it?”

“What, home? Maybe, but if they get there, things will go badly for them.” He squinted against the rising sun. “Our time is finished, Quill.”

“You’ve said that before.”

“It’s no less true now than it was then.” He turned to the sailing master. “Greeb, resume our course west.” Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale, Parts 6 and 7

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Six

They stayed long enough to take on fresh water and additional meat, then set sail again, heading west.

The Hunter had no sooner cleared the horn of Florida when Skunk spotted a ship flying the Spanish flag. He may have had only one eye, but it was a good one.

Cager, standing on the bridge, gazed through the spyglass. “It’s riding low, men.” The men hurrahed. A heavy hull indicated cargo, and silver or gold was a likely bet.

Quill, legs spread wide beside him, gave Wiley’s shoulder a squeeze. “Best go below, boy.”

He cleared his throat. “I want to stay.” Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale, Parts 4 and 5

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Four

Captain Cager set a new course the next day, informing the crew he was heading for New Spain. “The Caribbean is played out, men. We’ll try new waters.”

“And what if we don’t agree?” Skunk, an old-timer with one eye, demanded.

“Once we make landfall, you can do what you like.”

Wiley watched from a corner of the deck, not surprised at the rumbling from the crew. They’d had an easy time of things for a while and couldn’t conceive of things changing, but Wiley knew the wind was shifting. He’d heard smarter men than himself talking at the tavern. The captain was right to go elsewhere before the authorities boxed them in so tight, they couldn’t get out. It was one reason why he’d stowed away on the ship. That, and he was bored. Nassau wouldn’t be any fun without the pirates. He wanted to see some things before he died, and he figured his best opportunity lay with Captain Cager.

“And we get a fair share of the treasure below?” Skunk was persistent, Wiley’d give him that.

“You’ll get what’s coming to you, yes. I’ve never treated you badly, ain’t that right?” Most of the men raised their arms and cheered, agreeing. “Trust me a little longer, and none of us will swing from the noose.” Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale, Parts 2 and 3

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
Note: Times were different then, and kids grew up fast. Our modern laws do not apply to this story.

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Two

“Shut the door, lad. You’re letting in a draft.”

He did so and awaited further instruction. They looked pleased to see him, their mouths split in wide grins, their hands on each other. Both sported large erections.

Quill patted the blanket. “Come on then.”

After crossing the room, he crawled up on the bed. “What are you going to do to me?”

“Nothing you won’t like,” Cager said, grasped Wiley’s arm, and hauled him close, so he was sandwiched between them. “Any experience with men?”

He hung his head. “Not much.”

“How about women?”

“A little. People mostly overlooked me.” Continue reading

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A Pirate’s Tale

I’ve long wanted to write a story about pirates, and I finally sat down and whipped off 5200 words in two days. That’s pretty good speed for me. I tend to write slowly, but it must have been percolating, because it flowed like water down a hill.

The story is finished and will be posted here in sections until complete. To keep it from dragging on too long, I’ll often post more than one section at a time.

To those of you who might be squicking over Wiley’s age, please note: I researched this, and it wasn’t uncommon for young boys to be sexually active in the 17th century. First, lives were shorter then. Second, boys (and girls) had to grow up much faster than nowadays. Third, there were few laws in place to protect kids. I am in no way advocating sex with minors. But I hope never to be so politically correct I can’t write an historical story without including the facts as they were at that time. 

Copyright © April 2017 by Theo Fenraven
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A Pirate’s Tale

One

Captain Cager didn’t look up from the desk when Wiley came in with his dinner. “Set it down somewhere.” He was studying a map with great intensity.

“Aye, sir.” Wiley, ship’s boy, was getting used to Cager’s brusque ways and took no offense. He had only been on the brigantine a few weeks and was trying his best to fit in. What a fool he’d been, thinking pirating would be an adventure. Hard work was what it was, and plenty of it. He wished he was back in Nassau, lolling in the sunshine and eating fresh fruit. The food on the Black Hunter wasn’t always good.

He set the tray on a small table near the bed, as the desk was covered in paper and other trifles. It contained the best of the victuals Manny, the cook, could scare up. Stores were running low; they had been at sea since Wiley had snuck aboard. “Should I straighten the cabin, sir?”

Before Cager could respond, Quill, the quartermaster, opened the door and marched in. “Are you still determined to do this blasted thing?”

Wiley shrank back into a shadowy corner and squatted, making himself small. Quill scared him. He was equal to the captain in authority, and unless they were in battle, the crew reported to Quill. If Wiley didn’t measure up, he might be put ashore somewhere inhospitable or tossed overboard for the sharks.    Continue reading

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