Read Online My Pirate Lover by Lexie Stewart - Free Book Online
Authors: Lexie Stewart
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too,” said the pirate, eyes still fixed on her knickers. “So ye won’t be getting’ chilly legs just wearin’ them tiny bloomers.”
Josephine noticed that her captor had preserved her modesty by wrapping a shirt around her lower half like a sarong. He even sat with his back to her while she got dressed.
“So,” said Josephine, once she was decent. “What’s this all about?”
The pirate gave her a grin that was more gappy than toothy and said, “I’m here to save ya!”
#
Josephine held back tears as the pirate told her how Lance had been captured by Captain Bloody and chained to an oar on The Bloody Throne.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” said the pirate when he had concluded his news report. “My name’s Lenny Humphries and I’m-”
“I know what you are!” spat Josephine. “You’re one of Bloody’s pirates!”
“ Was one of Cap’n Bloody’s pirates. Was one of em.”
“What, you mean you’re not anymore?”
“Mutiny!” stated Lenny with pride.
“You mutinied against Bloody and lived to tell the tale?”
“Well,” mumbled Lenny, his scrawny chest deflating like a popped balloon. “Cap’n Bloody doesn’t know I mutinied against him yet.”
“Why would you turn against your boss now that he’s king of the seas?”
“Because o’ me arm,” said Lenny pointing to the stump. His froggy eyes started welling up as he spoke. “You see, I was gonna quite piratin’ an’ get me a job in a fancy establishment playin’ the piano.” Lenny fluttered the fingers of his right hand over an imaginary keyboard and then looked at the empty air where the fingers of his left hand were not fluttering. “Won’t be doin’ that now, will I?”
For the rest of the day, they sailed across the vast, blue sea.
Lenny talked on and on about music.
He had three ways of saying the word piano.
When he was overemphasising with emotion he pronounced it, pee-anne-ist.
When he was babbling with excitement it came out, pissed.
Worst of all was when his speech speed was normal; then it sounded for all the world like, penis.
Under less miserable circumstances Josephine would have found it funny. Especially the penis one.
Night fell. The stars came out and it was against their silver light that Josephine and Lenny saw the three- masted, silhouette of The Bloody Throne.
#
They sat for a while, taking stock of the
situation.
Ripple Thief was at anchor and Captain Bloody and most of his crew were onboard, celebrating their victory.
The prisoners, including Lance, who were onboard The Bloody Throne were forced to row circles around the stationary Ripple Thief.
As Josephine and Lenny drew closer they could hear music. Josephine almost laughed. It was Lady Gaga.
“He be playin’ his evil box again,” whispered Lenny. “With its wicked sirens inside!”
“That isn’t even her worst,” said Josephine, rolling her eyes. “Wait till you hear ‘Telephone.’”
As far as a plan was concerned, Lenny told Josephine, his was to save her then the two of them would save Lance, then the three of them would defeat Captain Bloody, reclaim Ripple Thief and sail off into the sunset.
Josephine envied his optimism.
At least he was practical enough to make sure they were well provisioned for their quest- and well armed.
They rummaged through the bags he’d bought and decked themselves with belts, swords, daggers and pistols.
That done, they swung up a grappling hook and climbed aboard The Bloody Throne.
Josephine didn’t exactly trust Lenny but she soon found out it could be quite handy to have a partner who had once worked for the enemy.
The man guarding the galley slaves was a big, burly brute who never let the whip lie still.
“How are we supposed to get past him?” whispered Josephine.
“You just leave that to Lenny,” he whispered back. He stood up and wandered out in plain sight.
“Ahoy there, Burke!” Josephine heard Lenny say.
“Lenny, you old bilge rat! What are ye
Josephine noticed that her captor had preserved her modesty by wrapping a shirt around her lower half like a sarong. He even sat with his back to her while she got dressed.
“So,” said Josephine, once she was decent. “What’s this all about?”
The pirate gave her a grin that was more gappy than toothy and said, “I’m here to save ya!”
#
Josephine held back tears as the pirate told her how Lance had been captured by Captain Bloody and chained to an oar on The Bloody Throne.
“I think we got off on the wrong foot,” said the pirate when he had concluded his news report. “My name’s Lenny Humphries and I’m-”
“I know what you are!” spat Josephine. “You’re one of Bloody’s pirates!”
“ Was one of Cap’n Bloody’s pirates. Was one of em.”
“What, you mean you’re not anymore?”
“Mutiny!” stated Lenny with pride.
“You mutinied against Bloody and lived to tell the tale?”
“Well,” mumbled Lenny, his scrawny chest deflating like a popped balloon. “Cap’n Bloody doesn’t know I mutinied against him yet.”
“Why would you turn against your boss now that he’s king of the seas?”
“Because o’ me arm,” said Lenny pointing to the stump. His froggy eyes started welling up as he spoke. “You see, I was gonna quite piratin’ an’ get me a job in a fancy establishment playin’ the piano.” Lenny fluttered the fingers of his right hand over an imaginary keyboard and then looked at the empty air where the fingers of his left hand were not fluttering. “Won’t be doin’ that now, will I?”
For the rest of the day, they sailed across the vast, blue sea.
Lenny talked on and on about music.
He had three ways of saying the word piano.
When he was overemphasising with emotion he pronounced it, pee-anne-ist.
When he was babbling with excitement it came out, pissed.
Worst of all was when his speech speed was normal; then it sounded for all the world like, penis.
Under less miserable circumstances Josephine would have found it funny. Especially the penis one.
Night fell. The stars came out and it was against their silver light that Josephine and Lenny saw the three- masted, silhouette of The Bloody Throne.
#
They sat for a while, taking stock of the
situation.
Ripple Thief was at anchor and Captain Bloody and most of his crew were onboard, celebrating their victory.
The prisoners, including Lance, who were onboard The Bloody Throne were forced to row circles around the stationary Ripple Thief.
As Josephine and Lenny drew closer they could hear music. Josephine almost laughed. It was Lady Gaga.
“He be playin’ his evil box again,” whispered Lenny. “With its wicked sirens inside!”
“That isn’t even her worst,” said Josephine, rolling her eyes. “Wait till you hear ‘Telephone.’”
As far as a plan was concerned, Lenny told Josephine, his was to save her then the two of them would save Lance, then the three of them would defeat Captain Bloody, reclaim Ripple Thief and sail off into the sunset.
Josephine envied his optimism.
At least he was practical enough to make sure they were well provisioned for their quest- and well armed.
They rummaged through the bags he’d bought and decked themselves with belts, swords, daggers and pistols.
That done, they swung up a grappling hook and climbed aboard The Bloody Throne.
Josephine didn’t exactly trust Lenny but she soon found out it could be quite handy to have a partner who had once worked for the enemy.
The man guarding the galley slaves was a big, burly brute who never let the whip lie still.
“How are we supposed to get past him?” whispered Josephine.
“You just leave that to Lenny,” he whispered back. He stood up and wandered out in plain sight.
“Ahoy there, Burke!” Josephine heard Lenny say.
“Lenny, you old bilge rat! What are ye