One of the Asians appeared from below deck. They spoke briefly, and the man went back below.
‘Interesting,’ Patrick said. ‘Apparently there’s a big safe hidden in the main cabin. No chance of you knowing the combination, I suppose?’
‘I wouldn’t know that.’
‘No matter. Somphong will get it open before we dock. He’s a genius with locks.’
‘Patrick, where are we going? What are you going to do with Northby?’
‘We’re going to Indonesia, to an island called Bintan. I’ve got a buyer who will pay me cash for the boat. It’ll be less than half of what it’s really worth, but that’s fine. I’ll pay my guys off, and they’ll scuttle the rust bucket.’ He waved his hand at the fishing boat, which was following steadily in our wake. ‘Then I’ll go home, where there’s a gorgeous Thai lady waiting for me. The rest of the money will pay my expenses, with a fair bit left over, which will go to charity.’
‘And me and the others?’
‘There’s an island on the way, about ten hours sailing from Bintan, with a fishing village on it. The idea is to drop Northby and his three cronies on the uninhabited side with plenty of food and water. It’ll take them a couple of days to get to the village by which time this little darling will have different colours and a new name, and we’ll be long gone.’
‘And what about me?’
‘What would you like me to do with you?’
‘Right now I’d like you to kiss me.’
He smelled of sweat and salt and his stubble scratched my chin as our lips came together. His arm felt like a steel cable around my waist and I revelled in the feel of his hard body against mine.
He took his lips away after a long time and his green eyes gleamed as he looked down into my face.
‘It would be a terrible waste to make you walk the plank.’
The inside of my cabin was dark and cool, compared to the bright sunlit deck. He groaned as he peeled off his black T-shirt.
‘God, I must smell like a goat.’
His chest was a jungle of black hair and I scratched my nails down through it.
‘I like goats.’
His trousers were the bottom half of a track-suit. I pushed them down his legs. He wore no underwear, and his cock jumped into my hand.
I took his balls in my hand as his fingers fumbled with the tie of my bikini. My top fell away and he cupped a breast in one of his huge hands. I pushed down my shorts and bikini pants and kicked them away.
I guided his hand between my legs and shivered as his fingers touched my pussy. I grabbed his cock, and fell back on the bed with him between my legs.
‘Come inside me!’
He entered me with one long thrust, my muscles clamped around his cock and I came straight away, in a long, shuddering, glorious climax.
When I opened my eyes, he was looking down at me with a broad smile on his face. ‘Well, to be sure, you’re easy to please.’
His cock was still hard, and deep inside me. I looped my arms around his neck.
‘So fuck me. Show me what a Jolly Roger really is.’
I lifted my legs as high as I could, and locked my ankles behind his back. He began to thrust inside me. I felt the tingling beginning in my pussy and moving up through my body. His fingertip tickled my clit and I groaned. Reality evaporated as he thrust harder and harder and from a long way away I heard his hoarse whisper. ‘I’m going to come, little colleen, come with me, come…Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, oh…yes!’
His cock jerked inside me, and seconds later, I dug my fingernails into his back as my orgasm hit me. Wave after wave of pleasure racked through my body and from somewhere I heard a long ecstatic wail.
I came down slowly, trembling, and opened my eyes.
Patrick was slumped on top of me, panting hard. He pushed himself up, looked down at me and grinned. ‘A pussy as tight as that should never be walking the plank,’ he said. ‘I think you’d better come to Bintan.’
The rest of the voyage passed in a glorious mixture of sex, food, drink, sunshine and more sex.
Northby and his crew were brought up on deck to eat, two at a time, three times a day. They were under close guard and Patrick always offered Northby a half a glass of his own wine, while we quaffed the remainder of the bottle.
Between meals and the times that Patrick took over the wheel of the boat, we made love. Patrick was stronger and bigger than Mark, and could do things with his tongue and his cock that made me scream with pleasure. He could keep me on the brink of orgasm until I begged him to let me come, and then hold me in a climax so that I came over and over again.
‘Where did you learn how to do all this?’ I asked him.
‘I’ve lived in Thailand with Thai girls for a long time. They’re very demanding. And they give the best blowjobs in the world.’
I took the hint and was running the tip of my tongue up and down his cock the next morning when there was a knock on the door and a voice called out in Thai. Patrick got up reluctantly, pulled on a pair of shorts, and went out.
There was a huge smile on his face when he returned. ‘Somphong’s opened the safe. There’s about two-fifty grand in US dollars in it, and some other bits and pieces. That’s a real bonus for the charities.’
He pulled his shorts off and flopped down on the bed.
‘Now if you could just give this guy a little kiss…’
The next afternoon we were standing on the deck, watching the marina getting closer. We had dumped Northby and his crew, and sailed on to Bintan Island.
Patrick squeezed my hand. ‘Now, colleen, as soon as we dock, go to the Bintan Lagoon Resort. Stay one night, and get them to organize a ferry ticket for you to go to Singapore tomorrow.’
He handed me a small roll of banknotes as his eyes scanned the marina. ‘This is rupiah for the taxi. I’ll have to move very fast, so we’ll say our goodbyes now. You’ve got your passport and credit cards, and your air tickets?’ I nodded. ‘Okay, you should be able to do a deal with the air ticket you’ve got. Don’t go back to Phuket.’ He handed me an envelope. ‘This is yours.’ He kissed me and then stood back and stroked my cheek. Rainbows flashed from the rings on his fingers.
‘What is it? Patrick, those rings…’
‘Buried treasure. Goodbye, Sarah.’
I opened the envelope in my room at the Lagoon Resort. It contained twenty-five thousand US dollars in cash, and a brief note.
All pirates share the spoils. Look on this as compensation for an interrupted vacation. I’ll watch out for you on Broadway. Yo-ho-ho, colleen. Love, Patrick.
I made myself a drink from the mini-bar. Twenty-five thousand dollars. London would still be cold and rehearsals didn’t start until May.
The Caribbean seemed like a good idea. Might be a few Jolly Rogers to be had there…
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