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The Pirate's Party [A Fisherman's Widow Tale]
By Dryad

She didn't know why she did it.

Sure they were on vacation, a lovely, warm vacation. Somewhere
where the sand was soft as baby powder and far away from the
heaps of snow she knew were waiting at home.

But that still didn't explain her momentary insanity.

Her husband was off on an all day excursion fishing for Jack
Cravals and Bone Fish and maybe some Redfish. Marlin was too
much work in his opinion. After all, it's how she had convinced
him that the Keys would be the ideal vacation.  Nice scenery for
her, plenty of play for the kids, and fishing for him.

But the night before, when they'd gone down to the docks to
find a fishing charter, the boys spied it.

A pirate ship. Yes, a pirate ship in the 21st century. A Brig
to judge, two-masted, but the humming on board made her realize
it was motorized as well as sail driven.  Instead of cannons
were huge water cannons.  It was garishly painted black and red
and gold. The boys were jumping up and down, "Can we, can we,
can we???" as only excited 8 and 10 year olds can do.

"Of course! Mom will take you on it tomorrow, while I go
fishing." Her husband rashly promised.  So much for her nice,
quiet sunbath out on the beach. She gave him a dirty look over
the boys' heads. He mouthed, "I'll make it up to you." But she
wasn't sure how; it had to be a cruise for children and the
inebriated. Just what she was trying to get away from. So after
arranging for his fishing trip the next day, they went to the
pirate ship and arranged to join the 9 am.

Her husband woke her by accident, trying to slide out of the
bed in the predawn glow. She rolled over and tried to go back to
sleep but found it impossible. She rolled out of bed, and pulled
the light yellow sundress she had bought for the trip. It wasn't
anything fancy, just cool, even if the straps didn't allow for a
bra. Her assets were still saluting the sun, so she figured she
was okay with that. And anyway, it was her vacation, wasn't it?

By 6 am, the boys were up and excited, playing "pirate" and
yelling out things like, "Aaaarrr, matey!" and "Yo, ho ho and a
bottle of Rum!" She felt bad for telling them to keep quiet but
she didn't need them waking up the neighbors at this ungodly
hour.  To while away the time she took them down to the beach,
where they could be as loud as they wanted.   They picked up
driftwood sticks and began having swordfights.  After some time,
she figured one of the restaurants should be open and took them
down for breakfast.

She ordered a fruit salad and a bagel while the boys chowed
down on pancakes dripping in maple syrup.  She had to keep
reminding them not to talk with their mouths full. It didn't
sink in until Cameron started coughing, choking on a bit of
bacon. After that, and an extra glass of juice, the boys settled
down albeit temporarily.

By the time they finished eating it was just about time to head
down the pier. The boys ran ahead, scared seagulls flying off
the pilings. The sea breeze that picked up blew her long hair in
front of her eyes.  Near the end of the dock the boat bobbed in
the water.  Already, there were a few other people, along with
the crew.

She stopped dead in her tracks. The male crewmembers were
dressed in pirate costumes, a la Errol Flynn.  Tight black
leotards and flowing cream poet shirts belted with thick leather
belts low on their hips.  They were a horny woman's dream.  Her
sons' calls of "Hurry up, Mom!" shook her out of her reverie. At
least there would be something for her to do on the cruise. 

As they boarded the ship, one of the crewmen held her hand to
assist her down the step to the deck.  Her boys were already
being handed water guns by a female pirate dressed in what could
only be described as wench wear. She could feel the engines
thrum below as they moved out into the bay.  She watched idly as
the boys ran around the deck, playing on the ratlines and ship's
wheel set up for their play, making fast friends with other
children on the ship as only children can do. She noticed the
lack of other parents and realized most of the crew must've been
hired as child wranglers. Oh well.

It was then that the captain, for he couldn't have been
anything else, came off the forecastle deck.  Her breath stuck
in her throat.  Pure male perfection in a uniform that left
nothing to the imagination.  She gulped. He caught her gaze and
gave a sheepish grin.  

"Hi there! You must be Mrs. Aubrey, the lone parent brave enough!"

She nodded in answer.  

"Garish, isn't it? And I'm Evan." he flashed a winsome smile. 

"I don't know. I imagine you get hit on a lot because of it,"
she replied, shaking his hand. "Please call me Ann. 'Mrs.
Aubrey' makes me sound like my mother-in-law."  

Her own buccaneers were chasing each other around the deck
soaking everything in their path with the Supersoaker 3000's
they carried. She couldn't follow what it was they were playing,
but there were plenty of kids getting soaked.  

"Seems like a nice set-up," she said changing the subject.  

"It is, during the tourist season, and during the Conch
Republic Independence celebrations." He replied, leaning against
the ships' rail.  "Let me guess, the husband is fishing."

She blushed. "You must see us fisherman's widows a lot."

He grinned. "Why do you think we have the costumes? Drums up
business." He chuckled.  She would've nudged him but stopped
herself; she didn't know him well enough to be that familiar.
She settled for replying, "That's terrible!" but grinning with
him through it. She looked out over the deck as the boys chased
each other with their water guns.

She heard the blast of water before she felt it. Her nipples
reacted quickly to the cold water, pushing out against the wet
cloth, as though they hoped to escape into the warmer air. The
cloth itself became nearly transparent so that even her areolas
were visible.
 
"BOYS!" She yelled. Embarrassed, she crossed her arms in front
of her chest, berating the boys for not being more careful. She
blushed dreadfully; she was talking with one of the sexiest men
she'd seen in a while, and here she was acting like a gauche
schoolgirl.

"Shit." She muttered under her breath, loud enough for him to
hear.

"Hey, this happens all the time.  Come with me to the Captain's
quarters. We have some extra uniforms there." He waggled his
eyebrows.  She gave it serious consideration.  She knew he was
flirting with her, but then, he himself had mentioned the myriad
fisherman's widows they had.  It could be just as much an act as
the rest.  But hell, she was giving everyone a show now...she
needed to get something over her. She followed him across the
deck, circumspectly sighing over the perfection of his ass.

He led her beneath the forecastle deck into a shadowy room.  It
was furnished just as you would expect a pirate captain's
quarters to be furnished; a large wooden desk, old maps, swords
and muskets hung on the walls. When she looked about, he noticed
and explained.

 "Sometimes we have to hold our festivities below decks, like
when we hit a rain shower; so we use this room. She nodded as he
pulled an extra poet's shirt out of a chest then continued to
shift stuff around looking for what she could only assume were
the bottoms.
 
He pulled out a deep green pair of leggings that seemed to be
short enough for her small frame.  

"Thanks." She said as he handed them over. She waited a moment
then noticed he wasn't leaving only turning his back to her. 
Taking a deep mental sigh (and another gawk at his perfect
backside) she pulled the wet dress over her head.  She let it
drop to the floor after she used it to dry her still soaked
breasts. Taking a quick peek to make sure his back was still to
her, she pulled over the creamy poet's shirt which did little to
hide her attributes. She pulled the lacings tight but her skin
could still be seen through the webbing. She sighed as she
reached for the leggings.

"Everything okay?" he asked as he heard her sigh.

"Yeah, but this shows a bit more than I'm used to." She
shrugged as she pulled the leggings up her firm calves.  They
fit like a second skin; but then that is why the shirt flowed
down to mid thigh. She could almost wear it as a dress.  She
called out, "You can turn around now." Just as she was slipping
her sandals back on her feet, he did so going to the door and
opening it for her. She picked up the dress and straightened up.
That is when she noticed beyond where he had been standing, an
old fashioned mirror. The lech!  An evil thought came into her
head, and she brightened immensely. She wasn't sure she could
pull it off but she was willing to try.

She flounced out the door ahead of him, reaching for her
severely tied lacings, loosening them considerably. Hell, he'd
already seen them so who cared? Christian ran up to her. 

"Oh, cool, Mom! Can I change too??" she smiled at his
excitement. " 'fraid not.  Only have adult sizes and this was
because you weren't being careful, young man." Evan broke in. 

"Aw, man." He whined before chasing someone else who hit him
with a blast of water.


She crept to the nearest ratline, climbing high up to the top
of the foresail to hang her dress to dry. She could see Evan and
a number of other crew members watching her from below. It took
a moment for her to realize she didn't have the complete outfit
on; the belt was missing so the shirt flowed away from her body,
giving all a nice show up her shirt to her unencumbered breasts.
Curling her leg around a spar, she tucked in a tail of the
shirt.  She could see Evan smirk while the others turned back to
their work.

She snaked her way back down before jumping onto the deck.

"Nice climbing." Evan strode toward her.

"Yeah, I saw you noticing." She laughed.

"Well, I have to earn my keep so I better head off.  If you
want you can go to the forecastle deck; some lounge chairs
should be out. The crew will keep the boys occupied. I think
they're going to have a mock battle with one of our other ships
in a bit." He dismissed her as he turned on his heel. Shrugging
she took one last look at the view before heading toward the
ladder to the forecastle. Catching sight of the boys she called
to them, pointing where she'd be.

She settled into a chair and pulled a book out of her bag.  She
read it as she looked out over the edge to the deck.  The kids
were singing the theme to "Gilligan's Island" but she guessed
any sea song would do. The breeze was snapping the sails and the
sun was warm.  Perhaps this wasn't a bad idea after all.  She
laid back in the chase, her book forgotten, as she snoozed in
the sun.

It was the shadow that startled her awake.  The sun's intensity
had gotten stronger, leaving a corona around the man standing
over her.

"You know, you'll burn if you sleep long in this sun." His rich
baritone murmured. Evan - she should have known.

"Well then, why don't you stand right there since you're
blocking the sun so nicely right now." Being facetious, she
grinned as she shook herself awake. "How long have I been
napping?"

"Long enough for us to turn back toward the harbor.  We have
another run to make at 12:30." She nodded in response. 

"So how much longer?" His eyes searched hers looking to see if
there was a message between the lines.  "We have about 45
minutes back."

"Ah, I guess I should go up and get my dress down then." She
smiled.

She scanned the deck and saw her own ne'er do wells were
scarfing down some sort of snacks. She climbed down to the main
deck then grasped the rigging. Hand over hand, she pulled
herself up to the foresail. Feeling the dress, she found it was
indeed dry. A bit stiff from the sea salt breeze, but dry. She
scurried down the lines to find that Evan had been staring up.
She'd forgotten about the little show he'd had the first time
she went up. Ah well no big deal at this point, it wasn't
something he hadn't already seen. She flashed a cheeky grin as
she walked past him. He nimbly followed her into the cabin.  

She had her back turned when she heard the quiet click of the
door. She chose to ignore it as she bent over to remove her
shoes.  She straightened up and then peeled the tights down over
her hips shimmying from side to side.  She could see Evan squirm
a bit in her peripheral vision.  She hopped on one foot then the
other as she slid the tights off.  Grasping the hem of the long
flowing shirt, she pulled it up over her head, letting it
flutter to the ground.  She turned around  to meet his eyes in
the mirror. She murmured, "Do you like what you see?" somewhat
sardonically.

Evan nodded in shock, embarrassed at being caught and put at a
temporary loss for words.  Heartened, she grabbed her dress, and
slipped it over her head, to let it drape lusciously over her
frame. She shimmied, coaxing it to fall over her hips, still
bestowing him an angelic smile. She bent down and picked the
clothing back up, handing it over to Evan.

"Thanks for the use of the clothes." She grinned.  He took them
from her hand, and for a moment she thought he might try to kiss
her.  The thought must have shown in her eyes, for he suddenly
awoke from his stupor, his fingers gripping the cloth. "No
problem."

She left him in the room giggling to herself as she stepped
back onto the deck.  She climbed back up to her chair and pulled
out her book.  Now she had a very good idea how her husband
could make it up to her.

She just hoped he could keep up.

Copyright 2003 Dryad (gbbjg@yahoo.com)