cross his features, and he was dangerously handsome in this laid back manner. She had even stopped thinking of escape, and Marsha once again glanced at her oddly while she continued her own struggles.
“My friends are more interested in fishing and beer, I’m afraid,” the man laughed.
The women looked up when a sneaker landed on the rail a few feet away from them. The man dropped to the deck and turned towards the bow. His eyes swept the length of the ship, and eventually settled on the seven naked and bound women crouched by the rail a few feet away from him. He was speechless for a moment, and when he finally found his voice, Barton’s cutlass sliced through his belly up towards his throat in a quick lunge, causing the man to emit a surprised gasp.
Deegan called to the men on the boat, “I think your friend is ill.”
The men swiveled in their chairs and bolted to their feet. “What is it, Mike? Is it your heart again?” They bounded over the rail to help their friend, and within minutes all three men were feeding the sharks in the warm waters. The pirates made quick work of securing the valuables, including the fishing gear, which caused great excitement.
The women were still hysterically sobbing as they were unbound from the railing and their gags were removed. They shrieked at the loud explosion of the cruiser’s final bellow before it sank beneath the sea.
The rest of the day was uneventful, and as the exhausted women hung from the beam they were grateful they did not run into more victims for the pirates. As the sun turned the sky to the mauves, yellows and lavenders of a beautiful tropical sunset, Johnny said to Deegan, “It’s almost time, Captain.”
Deegan ordered the women lowered from the irons. “Come, Clarette,” Deegan called. Monique had given up trying to convince him she was not this unknown woman, as most of the crew called her by that name when they referred to her. She was exhausted and her muscles were strained, so she offered little resistance as he gripped her arm and pulled her towards the bow.
They walked to the front of the schooner with the rest of the crew and women following them. Deegan placed her in front of him and all the pirates seemed to be studying the horizon. Monique could not figure out what he was looking at, as even the sunset was behind them. It did occur to her that the entire crew was looking out from the bow, and no one was steering the boat.
After several minutes, Peter pointed and hollered, “There she is, Captain.”
Monique squinted until she saw a small bump on the surface of the water in the distance. Her eyes widened as it became impossibly larger, and an island rose out of the sea like a submarine shedding its water as it surfaced. She pushed back into Deegan in terror at the landmass only a few hundred feet off the bow.
Deegan leaned down and murmured, “Welcome Clarette, to Île de la Torture.”
Chapter II
Island of Torture
At first, the women stood in shocked silence as the schooner sailed closer to the island. Monique was trembling in Deegan’s arms and Patti began to sob, initiating the same flooding response from the rest of the terrified women.
Monique panicked when the boat maneuvered expertly around a ridge and into a small cove, with no one at the helm to guide her. It turned sideways to the beach and nestled against an underwater reef separating a deep basin from the shallow waters.
“Make haste and get the valuables secured,” Deegan ordered.
When he tried to turn with Monique and head to where the gangplank would be lowered, he discovered she had locked her arms around the railing. Somehow, Monique knew that if she got off the ship she would never leave the island. Deegan laughed and pried her loose, threw her up onto his shoulder, and issued the necessary punishing blows
“My friends are more interested in fishing and beer, I’m afraid,” the man laughed.
The women looked up when a sneaker landed on the rail a few feet away from them. The man dropped to the deck and turned towards the bow. His eyes swept the length of the ship, and eventually settled on the seven naked and bound women crouched by the rail a few feet away from him. He was speechless for a moment, and when he finally found his voice, Barton’s cutlass sliced through his belly up towards his throat in a quick lunge, causing the man to emit a surprised gasp.
Deegan called to the men on the boat, “I think your friend is ill.”
The men swiveled in their chairs and bolted to their feet. “What is it, Mike? Is it your heart again?” They bounded over the rail to help their friend, and within minutes all three men were feeding the sharks in the warm waters. The pirates made quick work of securing the valuables, including the fishing gear, which caused great excitement.
The women were still hysterically sobbing as they were unbound from the railing and their gags were removed. They shrieked at the loud explosion of the cruiser’s final bellow before it sank beneath the sea.
The rest of the day was uneventful, and as the exhausted women hung from the beam they were grateful they did not run into more victims for the pirates. As the sun turned the sky to the mauves, yellows and lavenders of a beautiful tropical sunset, Johnny said to Deegan, “It’s almost time, Captain.”
Deegan ordered the women lowered from the irons. “Come, Clarette,” Deegan called. Monique had given up trying to convince him she was not this unknown woman, as most of the crew called her by that name when they referred to her. She was exhausted and her muscles were strained, so she offered little resistance as he gripped her arm and pulled her towards the bow.
They walked to the front of the schooner with the rest of the crew and women following them. Deegan placed her in front of him and all the pirates seemed to be studying the horizon. Monique could not figure out what he was looking at, as even the sunset was behind them. It did occur to her that the entire crew was looking out from the bow, and no one was steering the boat.
After several minutes, Peter pointed and hollered, “There she is, Captain.”
Monique squinted until she saw a small bump on the surface of the water in the distance. Her eyes widened as it became impossibly larger, and an island rose out of the sea like a submarine shedding its water as it surfaced. She pushed back into Deegan in terror at the landmass only a few hundred feet off the bow.
Deegan leaned down and murmured, “Welcome Clarette, to Île de la Torture.”
Chapter II
Island of Torture
At first, the women stood in shocked silence as the schooner sailed closer to the island. Monique was trembling in Deegan’s arms and Patti began to sob, initiating the same flooding response from the rest of the terrified women.
Monique panicked when the boat maneuvered expertly around a ridge and into a small cove, with no one at the helm to guide her. It turned sideways to the beach and nestled against an underwater reef separating a deep basin from the shallow waters.
“Make haste and get the valuables secured,” Deegan ordered.
When he tried to turn with Monique and head to where the gangplank would be lowered, he discovered she had locked her arms around the railing. Somehow, Monique knew that if she got off the ship she would never leave the island. Deegan laughed and pried her loose, threw her up onto his shoulder, and issued the necessary punishing blows
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