Seacrets

by Adrianna Wingate

  "Awe don't you worry ya pretty head none, lass. I ain't gonna take ya here and now. No, I got plans for ya when we get ta port in New England. All I want 'tis but a little taste of ya now and then." He covered her mouth with his, in one twisting movement, forcing his tongue deep withn her mouth, while cupping her breasts in his hands and crushing her between himself and the cabin wall.

  She fought him with everything she had but it was for naught. The quartermaster was too strong for her diminutive frame. She could not fight him off. He forced his reach down the front of her trousers and slipped his fingers into her velvety sheath.

  With a muffled cry, she begged him to stop. "Please don't. I beg of you Mr. Kilern."

  Her pleas fell upon deaf ears. He continued onward. When Kilern tried to penetrate her with his encrusted fingers he encountered a familiar tightness and suddenly he realized what he actually had, right there, in his hand. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. With utter astonishment in his voice he exclaimed, “You’re a virgin! I've found me a bluddee pot o' gold, I have!” He ceased his advances. He leaned himself back against the table and let loose a most evil and insidious laughter that resonated the sound of lunacy. Then with a wide and malevolent grin spread across his sickenly repulsive face he said, "I'm gonna sell ya ta the highest bidder when we get ta port. Some rich gov’ll pay a lot o' money ta have ya for the first time. And after that I'll sell ya ta some bawdy house in Boston. Yes m’am, I'm gonna be a rich man. No more traipsin' across the ocean ta make my way in life." Kilern broke from his trance and snapped his orders at her. "Fix yourself girl, I don't want the Cap'n gettin' suspicious ya been gone too long."

  With tears in her eyes and fury within her heart she spat back her venomous threats at him. "I'll make certain Godsey knows of this violation of me. You'll be sorry, for sure."

  He let forth a snort of laughter at her weak attempts to avenge her pride.

  "No ya won't, girl. Ya see if ya say a word of this ta anyone, the Cap'n’ll find out and he'll give Godsey the lash for sneakin' ya aboard and so shall you get the same, maybe worse. Why, Cap'n Hargendon might just make ya swing from the yardarm or throw ya overboard. No you won't tell. You'll keep my secret and I'll keep yours, heh, heh, heh". He opened the cabin door, gave her a sinister wink, tipped his cap to her in sarcasm, then closed the door behind him.

  Maura quickly put herself back together, then got herself to the galley and retrieved the Captain’s evening meal. When she finally returned to the cabin she discovered Daniel had gone. This was a welcome relief, she thought. It gave her a little more time to safeguard her disguise.

  With her head held high she went directly to her usual duties of rolling in the great copper tub, as she had been doing for weeks. She began boiling the kettles for Daniel's bath and wished she could sink into the water and wash off the vile mauls of that pig, Kilern. Oh how she would scrub and scrub until her skin fell off. Even then she probably never would be able to get over being touched in such a way as that.

  Just as she had finished her tasks she could sense the heavy footfalls of agitation as the cabin door swung open and Daniel entered in a hurried and perturbed manner, slamming the portal door behind him.

  "Where in hell's name did ya go, boy. I sent ya to the galley a half an hour ago! Doddlin’ were ya? I knew I was being too lenient with ya. Well, is my meal here!?" He barked at her.

  Maura could not speak for fear of giving away what had transpired between herself and quartermaster. She simply motioned to the table where he noticed the table was nicely set for dinner with candles lit and also the tub was already in the cabin awaiting the warming kettles.

  Quietly he sat down and began to pick away at the plate of seasoned meats and yams.

  Maura poured him a tankard of ale from the pitcher then silently retreated to her side of the cabin to sit atop her bunk and await the next sequence of orders.

  It did not go unnoticed by Daniel that Maura’s plate of food sat in front of her growing cold. The thick gravy congealed atop the meat.

  She turned her head away from the plate for she could not eat a thing. She kept rolling over, in her mind, the events that had taken place between herself and the quartermaster.

  She could still smell his disgusting breath and taste the vile tang of stale brandy along the insides of her mouth, not to mention feeling his fingers crawling inside of her most private area.

  Maura began to shudder at her own thoughts of disgust for Kilern, and for a brief moment, hatred for her father for putting her in this predicament. The future that awaits her in Boston is the same fate her father had tried so desperately to protect her from. “What a waste,” she thought.

  The deafening silence between the two was about to drive Daniel mad. Usually he welcomed the quiet solitude of his cabin, but knowing someone was across the room made him feel an obligation to converse.

  "Ya really should eat, boy. Ya won't be able ta keep up with ya duties if ya let yourself get too much skinnier than ya are." He spoke, never looking in her direction.

  Maura remained silent.

  He lifted the tankard to his lips and looked up at her over the rim. Still believing he was looking at a male he had to shake his head profusely to stop feeling as though he needed to console his cabin boy. For complete loss of words he tried to think of something to say that would not sound berating or trite. Then he remembered the chess board she had set up. He remarked. "Do ya play much chess when at home?" Hoping this would break the dead silence in the room.

  Maura looked up with a half smile. "Yes, I'm very fond o’ the game, sir." She responded in her deepest male voice. "I used ta play every evenin’ with my father, after dinner."

  "Are ya any good, then?" Daniel remarked sarcastically.

  "I think so. I've been playin’ since the age of eight summers." She straightened her back and answered in a proud voice.

  "What did ya father do for a livin?'" speaking of her father in the past tense, as if he were no longer living.

  Maura swallowed hard against his words but guessed she'd have to get used to speaking of him in those terms, for one day he would be gone from this earth. "He was a longshoreman. Like yourself, sir.” She answered with an aire of pride.

  "And he never took ya with him on board any ships?" He remarked with a hint of astonishment in his voice. "Seems odd he did naught. Why, my father started takin' me aboard when I was much younger than you, boy. Most fathers want their sons ta be strappin' lads, rough around the edges. You're much too frail ta be the son of a longshoreman.” He continued to interrogate her in a cool insulting manner. "You must have spent ya time in the classroom of a school house, whereas I've spent mine in the classroom of the sea. He continued on with an odd easy flow to his conversation. “Sure I went ta grade school. I read and write and such but, only what I needed ta make my way in the business world o’ tradin’ goods." He chugged more ale and sat staring at Maura.

  Maura stood anxiously wringing her hands as she caught herself intently hanging onto every word that graced his thoroughly masculine mouth. There was another long silence as Maura busied herself pouring the hot kettles into the tub to ready the water for Daniel's bath.

  "After my bath would ya like to show me just how good ya really are?” He flashed his gorgeous smile in her direction.

  Stunned, Maura stopped her flurry of activity and timidly shifted her eyes in his direction.

  “At chess, at chess." Daniel became uncharacteristically embarrassed at his mistaken play on words.

  “I would welcome the diversion, sir." smiling ever so nervously, as she turned her back to him.

  Daniel had not a clue, of course, what she needed diversion from.

  Maura knew she was safe from the likes of Kilern, at least while in the confines of Daniel's cabin. So she decided she would not allow herself to think upon him for the rest of the night.

  After clearing the table of the evening meal, Maura assisted Daniel with his usual evening soak. She would add ket
tles of steaming water into the copper tub, as the waters began to cool. In between fillings she'd retreat back to her corner of the cabin and await his requests.

  The first time she saw him unclothed from the back, she was most embarrassed. Her cheeks immediately became heated and she'd turn her eyes away in shame of herself for wanting to look upon him. But as the weeks passed, she had gotten used to his after dinner routine and no longer felt shame. She has come to liken her feelings to looking upon a great work of art. She recalls studying Greek mythology, when away at school, and that is exactly what Daniel's body type reminded her of...A Greek God. He was beautiful to her. The muscles in his back were finely honed from years of hard labor and the rising steam from the water running off of his muscular upper arms as he wrung out the wash cloth and let the streams cascade down his back captivated her attention. Its uninterrupted surge resembled a beautiful waterfall that flows into varying smaller rivulets. The water appeared to glisten off of his chest in the candlelight.

  When he is just about through, he likes to have one more kettle of hot water added, so he can relax with a flask of brandy. He has many flavors in the cabinet above his desk. His favorite, though, is apricot brandy. Maura brings it, now, without even having to ask which he'd prefer.

  "Well if we're ta play a game of chess, I'd best get my arse out of this damn row boat, eh?" He said while rising out of the tub. The steam was ascending off of every muscle in view, even his most private appendage. This time she did not turn her eyes away. She forced herself to look upon him as she came towards him with the large flannel bath sheet, and wrapped it around his lower body. She raised her eyes up slightly, and noticed the succulence still upon his chest and longed to pat it dry. Maura could not believe the stirring that was taking place deep within her, especially in light of today's events with Kilern. The last thing she ever expected to welcome was the touch of any man. She did, though. She wanted to feel the gentle caresses of this man.

  It was the oddest of feelings but she felt the impious stirrings of a shameless immoral, longing to touch and be touched by this man. She did not know how to justify her own thoughts of lust, but somehow she knew he was a good man, a kind and trustworthy man, and if she were his, he would fight to the death for her.

  But this is not to be, for she started out lying to him and he hates liars. He'd never believe she had to lie to save herself. He had made mention many times of the trickery of women. Presently the principle obstacle she sees is protecting poor Godsey from the lash. If Daniel were to find out her secret then Godsey would be in grave danger. If for just her own skin she'd gladly tell and take her chances with the Captain's anger, but not Godsey. The Captain would have to make an example of him. She just could not chance hurting Godsey, after he'd been so kind to her.

  With artless approach, both stood at opposite sides of the table, with only the chess board between them. They sat quietly facing one another.

  Daniel broke the silence by asking, “Which would ya like to be, lad, pewter or black iron? I'll even grant ya the first move." He said with a sly look upon his face.

  Maura knew that deception. Her father used to play that game with her. That's how he'd figure out her strategy. "That be fine with me if ya went first ya self Cap'n." Giving him a wink of her eye and a tug on her cap.

  "Ah, finally, a formidable opponent." His beautiful white teeth flashed against his tanned skin in the firelight. Why, that sight and his thick Irish burr almost took the very breath from her chest.

  The match lasted longer than he had imagined it would and he realized the clock on the sill was striking nearly twenty-one bells.

  "We'll have ta leave this board set up and finish on the ‘morrow’s eventide."

  Daniel stretched out his arms and clasped his hands behind his head making his chest and biceps flex out to an extreme measure. He leaned back in his chair.

  Try as she may, Maura could not take her eyes from him.

  He noticed, as well. But for some reason he didn't feel as he had earlier, with frustration and confusion. He felt at peace. To break yet another awkward silence between them, he extended his hand and said "Well lad ‘tis late. We should try ta catch some sleep."

  Maura extended her hand to him as two mates would do when parting for the night.

  As soon as their hands touched, a great reverberance of cannon fire erupted, violently casting them atop one another. The immediate heat between them as their limbs became intertwined was immeasurable. Maura could feel Daniel’s arousal against her junction even through the thick wool of his trousers. She rolled away from him as if she were set afire.

  Daniel was more confused than ever at his physical response to their entanglement.

  The violent banging at the cabin door snapped him back into the reality of danger that was encompassing his ship and crew.

  Godsey’s persistent, penetrating shouts could be heard over continued cannon fire. "Captain, Captain we need ya topside! Quick, sir, we're under attack!"

  As was common, part of the draw to the sea was also the dangers that came along with sailing with cargo."Come, boy, ‘tis time ya learned how ta fight off thieves of the sea."

  Maura could see the exuberance in his eyes, hear the excitement in his voice as he spoke of the impending victory of battle. Maura was witnessing the visceral exhilaration of a warrior. This thoroughly invigorated her own spirit for adventure and she followed him without forethought for her own safety.

  Daniel grabbed his leather duster and his pistols from the trunk at the end of his bunk, and handed a pistol to Maura. "Make certain my pistols are reloaded promptly. Do ya know how to load a pistol, lad?" As if he expected to hear no.

  "Yes Cap'n, I do. I hunted with my father, daily. I've never been ta battle but I do know my way around firearms!" She stated proudly.

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  It was complete mayhem on deck. The cannons from the enemy ship were luckily falling miserably short of their target, so they were missing the Arabella by half. There was still plenty of time to get the best of the blackhearts from the enemy ship, the Mephistopheles, a Norman vessel bent on pirating for their wealth. Daniel had done battle a few times with this band of pirates, and so far they've not gotten the best of him or his crew.

  Daniel was shouting out orders to his men that Maura did not quite understand, but she just hung close to him and did as he instructed.

  Daniel ordered the ship to come about and hide in the fog where the Mephistopheles could no longer get their sites upon them and remain as quiet as possible until the Captain gave orders otherwise. All torches were ordered doused. It was so quiet all that could be heard was the water lapping off of the sides of the ship’s hull and so too could Daniel hear the whispers of the men on the enemy ship. Daniel knew exactly where they were and when to attack. Quite suddenly the quiet calm had broken into complete bedlam, once more.

  Daniel and his men had gotten close enough to the Mephistopheles to jump onboard and do battle on their ship, so as not to do damage to his own vessel.

  Maura watched in complete shock and horror. What if he doesn't come back? What if he's killed? Her thoughts were running wild, amidst all the gunfire, shouting, and bloodletting taking place right before her eyes.

  Just then a muscular forearm came from behind and wrapped about her shoulders, just below her chin pulling her back into the shadows as gunfire continued to erupt around them.

  She felt the wet tongue of her molester on her neck. His other hand had swiftly found its way to the outside of her trousers, and was groping her between her legs. She could feel his vulgar bulging mass pressing against her buttocks, and that deep and familiar voice croaked heavily into her ear.

  "Don't ya be worryin’, lass, I won't let anythin’ happen ta my pot o' gold, ha, ha.” Then he thrust himself hard up against her backside.

  Maura did not know where her strength came from but she jerked her body away from Kilern, with every bit of strength that she could muster and she faced him squarely with both ha
nds on the barrel of her firearm. "You stay away Kilern or I swear ta ya I'll blow yer arse ta kingdom come. You get my meanin'?"

  Kilern backed away from Maura slowly, never taking his eyes from her.

  There was a fire, there, in her eyes that told him she was dead serious.

  "My, my lass, why, ya've learned some colorful language, bunkin' with the Cap’n, haven’t ya?” Trying to throw her off guard with his comments.

  Her eyes were cold and her voice was cutting, as she tried to fend him off.

  "I don't want ta be taken a killin' ta my grave, but I swear ta ya I will shoot ya dead, Kilern. I will!" Her hands were shaking violently, as she held the Captain's pistol straight on him, hand over hand and elbows locked tight with the barrel just inches from his chest.

  "There, there, gel. I was just havin' a bit o' fun with ya. Don't ya be losin' ya pretty head." he said nervously with beads of sweat forming at his brow. "A nice little gel like ya self would not really shoot an old man, now, would ya?" Kilern backed off not waiting for an answer to that question and ran to the other end of the ship to await orders.

  Maura breathed a great sigh of relief and fell back against the siderail of the Arabella. Her skin moist from the shock of anxiety. Her head lolled a bit back over the rail and she was revived and refreshed by the mist of seaspray. She now understood the thrill of a warrior, for she had won her own battle that day.

  Once composed she tucked the pistol back into her trousers. She'd keep it handy for the next time Kilern tried to assault her. She figured he'd more than likely keep the secret, at least until they made port at Shawmut Peninsula in New England. By then, she may be able to escape the ship. Godsey had confided to her this would be his last voyage and he'd be staying in New England, so hopefully he'd be able to escape the lash for sneakin' her aboard. At any rate she felt somewhat empowered by having the pistol for protection.

  Maura's attention turned towards the bow of the ship where she eyed Daniel climbing back up over the rail. She was greatly relieved to know he was safe. He had a few scrapes and bumps but was not shot.