by Jamie Hawke
In spite of all that, she didn’t look any different than the photos of her his grandpa had always stared at.
“Grandma?” Frank said, earning him confused looks from all around.
Rosalind, or “Rose,” as she’d been called, smiled with a hint of confusion but enough understanding to show she knew it too. “Yes, Frank. As weird as this is for me, and I imagine you, too, it’s me.”
“You… The Pirate King lied. You’re not dead.”
“No. He…” She paused, glancing around at the other pirates, and then sighed. “Come, let’s find somewhere to speak in private. Back on my ship?” There were murmurs of confusion, but she turned to her people and said, “This so-called Pirate King is gone. Search the city for any of his followers, then we’ll expand out and see that everyone either bends their knee to their new captain—” she gestured to Teddy, much to his surprise “—or loses their head. Get on with it, now.”
“You heard her,” Teddy shouted to his men, and then leaned toward her and said, “What’s this?”
“Join us,” she said, waving to him and Frank’s ladies. “We have much to go over. Oh, and Frank… grandson—no, I’ll stick with Frank, feels less awkward—bring the stone.”
Unable to believe it, he nodded and started following his grandma back to her ship. The world as he knew it, already crazy as that was, had just changed in his mind drastically. And definitely for the better.
21
Boarding his grandma’s ship was like walking into a whole other time. While it had a basic structure and many aspects of the galleons of the time, the shields and reinforced hull along with cannon straight out of a science fiction movie made Frank feel very out of place.
As Rose’s people went about seeing to the wounded, two cleaning his shoulder wound and bandaging it, another each to check Milly and Keisha, Frank watched in amazement as this team worked like advanced medics. His grandma had been busy. She was having a heated conversation with Teddy, but finally, the two approached.
“Will you live?” Teddy said, stroking his beard. It was ratty, what with all the fighting, starting to make him look more like a wild man than the kind captain Frank had come to know.
“Just a flesh wound,” Frank replied.
“That’s more than we can say for many this day.” Teddy glanced around and then noticed someone checking on Ox’s injuries so went over to see how they were doing.
That left his grandma, standing there and staring at him with curiosity.
“How did you do all this?” he asked, as much out of curiosity as to break the moment of awkwardness.
“I’ve had time,” she replied. “And a motive.”
“Motive?”
“To return to your grandpa, somehow.”
He frowned, confused. “But… I don’t understand. If he had the compass, wouldn’t he need to come to you?”
“That’s what we’re about to discuss,” she said. The medics were basically done, so she thanked them and then had the group follow her to her quarters. It wasn’t over the top but had red tapestries, one with a rose embroidered on it, and on one wall someone had been carving. When Frank approached, he saw that it was a very well-done carving of his grandpa at a younger age.
“Your work?” he asked, and his grandma nodded with a sorrow-filled smile. Frank turned back to the carving, staring. He could almost see that same look of sorrow and joy in the man’s eyes, the same look Frank remembered every time his grandpa had shared a story about the love of his life.
Rose strolled over to the other side of her desk, opened a drawer, and cleared her throat for their attention.
“There wasn’t only one compass,” Rosalind said, turning to address them all, and then she pulled a matching device from her desk drawer, causing Frank’s heart to beat double time. “However, the stones are the important part here. Without them, it doesn’t do much.”
“So we’re screwed anyway?” Teddy asked.
“No. You aren’t screwed regardless, because you’re going to stay here and see that this place gets the makeover it needs.” She turned to Frank and the ladies. “You, however, are going with me to chase after the Pirate King. And while we’re at it, let’s get back to his real name, because that title was fucking stupid to begin with. We’re going to hunt down Rick Draper.”
“That’s his real name?” Frank asked, confused. “I don’t know, I always thought of him as more of a Haden or a Clint.”
“Both names that weren’t very popular in his time,” she said with a hint of a smile. “Focus.”
“Ah, right. So, how exactly are we going to hunt Rick the Dick down?”
As stupid as he knew it was, it earned a couple of giggles. Fuck it, he needed a pirate name for this guy, and that worked much better than the Pirate King.
“With this,” his grandma said, stepping close and reaching into his hand. She held up the red stone and then inserted it into the compass. “This compass works—it’s how I knew where to find you. The two are linked, and I was able to watch as you leveled up, which was fascinating, though I didn’t understand at the time.”
Her face took on an intense sadness as she handed it over. Frank considered the device for a moment, watching as it notified him that he had leveled up, and then he looked back to her. “You thought it was Grandpa returned.”
She nodded. “But I’m pleased to meet my grandson, don’t get me wrong—”
“No, no, I totally get it. We’ll take you to him, I promise.”
“Don’t make a promise you’re not sure you have the power to keep. However, in this case, I think you’re right.”
He sat up straighter, listening.
“If we can find Rick the Dick and get the other stones, I can return to my time. Be with the love of my life again, have a life with him.”
“So this one, it’s connected?” Frank asked. “Meaning, my levels and stuff…?”
“They stay,” she replied with a wide smile, the sorrow fading. “And because the red stone is the one with the coordinates, we can’t go to any other time, but we will be able to follow him.”
“Holy hell,” Esmerelda said, glancing around. “Does this mean… we? I mean, are we allowed to come?”
Rose looked at Frank, waiting. He checked the compass, seeing that he was level six now—damn, that was great. With the points from level five and now this, he’d have some good upgrades coming. But after all of this other stuff was taken care of.
“It’s my choice?” he asked, and at Esmerelda’s nod, added, “Then of course.”
“I’m not sure what it could mess up, changing time like this,” Rose said, “but at this point it’s all so fucked up anyway, who am I to say?”
“My thoughts exactly,” Frank replied, and turned to his ladies, beaming. “It’s going to be one hell of an adventure.”
“Come, I’ll show you to your room,” Rose said. “We’ll ensure Teddy has everything he needs and that all is in order and then be on our way. Rest up, shower if you need to—yes, I’ve figured out how to install a proper shower on this ship—and then be ready to begin the hunt.”
She led them down to a series of rooms. The ship was more like a miniature cruise ship than a pirate ship, but it had certainly gotten the job done. On the way, she explained that Teddy’s crew would have the city and forts, and be able to use the advanced weapons and reclaimed loot to bring the seas to order. She also explained, less to his liking, that they’d need to hide the weapons and technology, though, and write a different version of history, which she’d brief him on while the others prepared.
“So all of this, we’re supposed to pretend it didn’t happen?” Teddy asked.
“Yes,” she replied, stopping at a door and grinning. “And maybe grow the beard out. It makes you more intimidating.”
He stroked his black beard, considering this, then let out one of his boisterous laughs. “That I can do.”
“I’ll send someone when we’re ready,” Rose told Frank, and then a
ddressed the ladies, saying it was a pleasure to meet them all.
When Rose and Teddy walked off, already discussing the plans, Esmerelda led the way into the room. The door closed behind them, and there they were, him and the four ladies. Finally, it was over.
“We need sleep, rest,” Frank pointed out, glancing toward the area in the corner of the room that housed the restroom and shower. “To get cleaned up.”
“Fuck that,” Esmerelda said. “We made a deal.”
“She’s right,” Keisha added before he could protest. She had a bit of red in her cheeks—under that smeared, white war paint—but was going full forward with this. “After the fighting, right? Well, that’s now.”
He gulped, watching as she stepped toward him, undoing the front of her green dress that was propped up by her leather outfit so that her cleavage showed first. Next, she removed the leather and straps, and let it fall. Her dress was still on but hung open in the front so that, while she wasn’t nude, the inner parts of her breasts were fully exposed, almost to the nipples.
“But the cleaning up part sounds good, wouldn’t you say?” she gave him a seductive grin and, as she walked past, dropped her dress so that her bare back was exposed, then all the way as she stepped through the doorway. He caught a quick glance of her perfect, large ass as she stepped out of view, and his instantly-hard cock was evidence that no rest was necessary.
“Don’t wait for her to invite you,” Milly said with a laugh. “Get in there, big man.”
Frank snapped out of it, was about to try to hide his boner when Esmerelda stepped forward.
“Allow me.” Instead of hiding it, she did the opposite. Pulling off his clothes, she nibbled on his ear and said, “Get in there. I’ll be along in a minute.” With a playful slap on his ass, she watched him walk, boner out there and moving from side to side as he went. For the first time, he wasn’t shy at all around them. He confidently strode past Milly and Mary, loving their hungry stares, and at the doorway glanced back to see Esmerelda slipping out of her clothes.
“Oh… wow.” He took a deep breath, and then entered the room. It was small, maybe large enough for three or four people, an old-style shower for sure, with a lever that poured water down and a small, perforated metal drum that created the spray and kept it from all dumping at once.
He stood there, watching as Keisha shivered with the water hitting her, likely cold from what he could tell. She rubbed soap on herself, the warpaint now gone. When she turned slightly, only her wet backside facing him still, she smiled. Pretending he wasn’t there, she continued to lather up the soap, turning slightly as she washed her breasts, only enough for him to get a glimpse of them from the side, still no nipple. Fuck, it was turning him on.
Next, she bent over to wash her legs, and while doing so gave him a quick glimpse of her pussy. When she stood again, she turned to face him and gestured for him to join her. He didn’t need to be told twice, stepping forward. A quick glance over her body showed large breasts with dark aureoles to match, and when his eyes met hers they held each other’s gaze while they clasped hands.
“You’re… sure about this?” he asked.
“Surer than I’ve been about anything in quite some time,” she replied, and her hands pulled free of him, moving to grab his cock. One hand pulled him close, and then she sprayed them with the cold water.
It was like an explosion of bliss in his body, her hand on his cock, his moving across her hips as the cold water ran over their bodies. A sound came from behind and he saw in the reflection of Keisha’s eyes the form of Esmerelda entering. Keisha pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss, and then turned his face to meet Esmerelda’s lips, so that they were now kissing while Keisha took soap and massaged it onto Franks abs, then down to his thighs, kneeling as she worked it onto his cock and balls, cleaning him. When she was done, she sprayed the water over them again and Esmerelda yelped, laughing, and the two switched places so that she, too, could soap up.
Now Keisha was kissing Frank again, but then moved to his ear and said, “Watching them go down on you was so hot… but now it’s my turn.”
He gulped, felt his cock throb, and watched as she lowered herself to her knees, eyes never leaving his, and then started moving his cock along her cheek, her chin, and then finally into her mouth. A spray of cold water hit him just then and he arched his back, getting a grunt from below as he’d apparently caused it to go in too far, too fast, but then Keisha kept rolling with it, stroking and licking, then trying to get as much into her mouth as she could at once. Hands started moving along Frank’s back, soapy and smooth, then along his ass.
“Don’t worry, I’m still protecting it,” Esmerelda said with a chuckle and kiss on his neck, then her hands were reaching over and massaging the base of his cock, around his hips, any area that Keisha wasn’t able to get to.
Keisha pulled it out, smiling wide, and motioned her over. Esmerelda joined, the two of them kneeling, drenched, taking turns sucking his cock and kissing his thighs and stomach.
“Stop,” he moaned, feeling his legs clench up. “I won’t last, not like this.”
“Our turn,” Milly said, and she and Mary were in the doorway now, caressing each other.
Esmerelda gave Frank’s cock another lick, moved it over to Keisha who kissed the tip tenderly, and then they were up, leading him back to the bed.
“Enjoy,” Mary said, giving him a playful wave and running her hands along the undersides of her petite breasts. “See if you can last until we get there.”
“Doubtful,” he admitted, and they laughed.
“Who do you want first?” Keisha asked.
He frowned, really not wanting to answer that, but Esmerelda laughed and said to Keisha, “I want you two to do it while I touch myself, then we switch over when you’ve cum.”
Keisha breathed deep and said, “Works for me.”
As they lowered him down, he cringed slightly at the pain in his shoulder but didn’t make a sound. No way was he letting anything ruin this. Keisha knelt, about to straddle him, but Esmerelda said, “No, him on top. I want to watch his balls swinging as he does it.”
Frank blushed, but helped Keisha to her back and then pressed against her, one leg between hers, kissing her tenderly first. He looked into her eyes and saw confidence, that she really was ready for this, and maneuvered so that he had his legs between hers. Their lips met, their tongues going at each other wildly, and then he was caressing her breasts, moving as if they were already making love, until finally she moaned and said, “Do it, do it.”
He obliged, reaching down and helping to guide it so that he found her hole, moved his tip around to enjoy the wetness of her pussy, and then entered, slowly. She grabbed him, moaning and then opening her mouth wide to breathe out shuddering breaths, and Esmerelda was saying, “Yeah, nice and slow, oh yeah,” and Frank looked up to see her beside them on the bed, fingers buried in her tight blonde curls as she massaged her clit.
That turned him on even more, and he started moving faster, feeling like if he didn’t his whole body would explode. Keisha was going with it, grabbing his ass and squeezing, pulling, slapping. She dug her nails into his sides and he gritted his teeth, continuing to pound away. Esmerelda had moved behind him, one hand tracing his ass and moving around to his balls as he fucked Keisha, and then she was there behind him, moving along with it as if she were fucking him.
He wasn’t sure what to think about this, but when he focused on the fact that her hands were on his taint, caressing him between his legs and cupping his balls as he moved back and forth, all he could think was that he was in heaven.
When he felt himself about to cum, he buried his face in Keisha’s breasts and slowed, focusing on only moving for her pleasure, and within a few seconds she was moving, calling out his name and pulling him up to kiss her as she orgasmed.
Frank was breathing hard, trying not to cum, when Esmerelda pulled him out and threw him onto his back, grinning. “It’s okay if you don’
t last long. I just want to feel you cum inside me.”
She knew what he wanted to hear, but had also apparently gotten herself to the point she needed, because as soon as she lowered herself onto his cock and started massaging her clit, she was moaning and orgasming and he felt her pussy tighten around him so that he could no longer hold back.
And just as he felt the tingling moving up his legs, his abs tightening, he felt hands on him, lips kissing him, and opened his eyes to see Keisha on one side of him kissing his chest. Milly and Mary were there too, fingering each other and touching him, and all were watching with excitement while Esmerelda finished her orgasm above and then finally, he let loose, cumming inside of her and kissing Keisha and then Milly and then Esmerelda, as Mary pulled back and laid down. As soon as he’d finished, Milly turned around and went down on Mary, and the other three watched until she too came. Keisha was caressing his cock the whole time, Esmerelda his balls, until they were all in a state of perfect satisfaction.
“Wait,” he said, more of a whisper as he was so spent. “What about Milly?”
“I got what I needed in the shower,” she said with a laugh and playful glance Mary’s way, and then they were all moving up on the bed beside him, all breathing heavy and still damp from the shower, or maybe sweat.
Frank lay back, in complete bliss, and let his eyes close. He felt Keisha’s chest rising and falling at his side, Esmerelda’s warm breath on his neck to his other side, and heard gentle moaning as Milly pleasured Mary again.
All he could think about now though was sleep, and so he let it take him off to dreamland. Visions of chasing his prey through time came, images of him and his ladies fucking and laughing and feasting when it was all over. He looked forward to going on this hunt, being with his ladies, and finally applying his most recent skill points to see how they could help him kill the son of a bitch. He hoped that, on the way, he’d be able to return Rose—er, his grandma, to his grandpa.