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The Pirate Affair
Chapter Nine-A of A/B/C
Copyright 1997
by AUTHOR22@aol.com

The city was now astir. The previous night, a drunken brawl had swept
all along the waterfront.

The resulting cacophony of sounds had kept Jack Rackham and his mates
awake, not that they could have gotten much sleep anyway. Their trial
was to be held just before sunset today.

The pirate leader had stirred his men with passionate words. He told
them how they were being victimized as a matter of political
expediency. 

He never stopped to consider all the tortures he and his ilk had
heaped upon their many victims.

He speculated that there might be some softening of the government's
case if he could bring Anne and Mary into the hearing. Then he almost
laughed and snarled as he thought: the women had seen to their own
safety, and at the expense of the rest of the crew. Damned them.
Damned them both.

Both women were pregnant. That would, at the very least, save their
lives, but what about the fathers who had knocked the wenches up?

Again he almost growled when he thought of the word "wenches" in the
same sentence with the names: "Mary" or "Anne". Silently he wondered
who the fathers were. It could have been him; could have been almost
anyone except for that queer ass hole from the Cutlass.

He had heard that the Doctor from Tortuga had come for the trial. He
wondered if he was to be a witness, and if so, what could he testify
to. 

The sun was well up now, and they had not yet been fed.

Noon came and went, still no one bothered them.

>From outside the prison, they could hear that the party environment
>was 
being rekindled. 

By three O'clock, it became obvious that their jailers were not going
to waste food on prisoners who surely would be dead before the moon
had properly risen.

At four thirty, a squad of armed soldiers had pulled them from their
cells, and while still in chains, marched them out into the town
square. 

The city was packed with on lookers. There had been much clamor until
the crowd saw them being marched forth, then silence fell upon the
gathering.   It was so quite you could have heard a mouse fart.

Two platforms had been constructed. The actual trial would be
conducted atop one of them. The other stood as a grim reminder that
this trial was only a hollow ritual: Six Hangman's nooses had already
been prepared and swung ominously from their frames.

These attestations that the trial and execution were indeed little
more than a theatrical performance did not bring tears to Rackham's
eyes, instead it brought anger. He would be damned if he would let
them hang him without his first having his say.

The man who would sit in judgment was dressed as though he were still
in England, not the tropics. His black robe and powdered wig looked
ludicrusly out of place.

As they neared the bench, he saw Anne Bonney being escorted back to
the cells. When she was close enough for him to hear, she said, "I'm
sorry to see you here, but if you'd have fought like a man, you
wouldn't ha' been brought here to hang like a dog."

With little fanfare, Jack Rackham and his mates found themselves
standing before the white man in the black robe.

"I am Sir Nicholas Laws, and I have been appointed by his Majesty King
George to bring you to justice." He looked directly into Rackham's
eyes. Laws' demeanor changed from that of one who was merely a trier
of fact to that of a cruel executioner. "You have been charged with
multiple crimes against his Majesty including murder, theft, and
piracy.   How plead ye?"

Rackham stepped forward. A soldier aimed his pistol in readiness. The
crowd was again silent. "Your worship, we are not thiefs or murderers,
any more than any other soldier in his majesties' service.

"The Kings of England, France, and Spain have all sought our help in
their wars. Our efforts not only assisted The Crown in the face of Her
enemies, but contributed much to the economy of His majesties
colony's.

"And, as to hanging, it is no great hardship, for were it not for
that, every cowardly fellow would turn pirate and so unfit the Seas,
that men of courage must starve." Inwardly he grinned to himself. Anne
Bonney had authored those lines.

Sir Nicholas glared down from his seat. He did not blink. His voice
was loud and clear and it seemed to cut off Rickham's last words, as
he barked: "Guilty! Hang 'em!"

Sir Nicholas Laws stood and left the bench. 

Before Rackham could react, he felt the sharp point of a long knife at
his back, prodding him in the direction of the scaffolding.

One of the guards said, "The two wenches is to be heard next week. Bet
you'd like to have that brat grow'n in yer belly instead. I hears
they's got more guts than the rest o' ya put ta gether."

Rackham paused in his movement and was rewarded with a sharp stab in
his backside and a tug at his belt. His pants promptly dropped about
his ankles and he stumbled and fell flat on his face, nose sunk into
the sandy soil. 

"Any o' ya want ta fuck the Captain?" One of the soldier laughed.
Placing the point of his sword at the waist of the man's underpants,
he pulled down, and swiftly cut them from the fallen man, exposing his
buttocks for all to see. "Last fuck 'fore you enter the gates o' hell.
Step forward and help yer selves."

No one dared speak or move. Then, using his shackled arms, Rackham
slowly raised himself while trying to pull his pants up. His chains
prevented him from drawing the trouser all the way up. They slipped
from his grasp, and he again stumbled, falling face first. 

He swore to himself; rose; and with an attempt toward some degree of
dignity, waddled toward the gallows with his pants billowing around
his ankles.

When he reached the steps which ascended to the gallows platform, he
found that his dragging pants also prevent him from reaching up to the
first board. A sharp poke in his left butt cheek forced him to crawl
up the stairs as might a snake. Each painful movement exposed his
brown hole to all those who cared to look.

A youthful voice yelled from the crowd, "May anyone fuck him?" The
sudden roar of laughter that rose from the crowd covered any answer
that might have been given to the bold youth's question.

To Rickham's shame, his pego began to inflate. As he shinnied up the
stairs, his hard rod seemed to be stimulated by its rough treatment.
As he slithered on to the raised deck, the blade again prompted him to
stand. 

His rigid pego pointed toward the crowd, and another roar of laughter
saturated the atmosphere.

Again the blade stabbed at him, moving him along to stand under the
far noose. 

The rope was lowered over his head, and the line tightened. He could
feel the blood pounding in his temples, his chest and in his cock.
Time had slowed; each second became an eternity as five of his
shipmates were placed along 'side him, and nooses placed over their
heads in turn.

Glancing to his side, he could see that none of the others had their
manhood exposed as did he, nor did it appear that any of them were so
shamefully aroused as was he.

He looked outward into the crowd and attempted to will his member to
soften, but alassit would not obey.

The rope loosened. A rush of blood was released up his neck and into
his brain. 

Then he heard a sudden snap, the boards under his feet were no more
and his body was accelerating downward. That was followed by an
immediate tug on his neck and jaw and the world went into slow motion.

He could visualize his neck bones strain and separate. He could feel
the tension and snapping of individual spinal nerves, each with a
fiery sensation ... Each exploding like a fire cracker ... followed by
some loss of sensation. He seemed to loose his ability to expand and
contract his lungs, so he began to suffocate. 

The next pop was that of the motor nerve controlling the sphincter. He
could feel his bowels being released upon his legs, and the foul
stench that followed.

A lighting bolt seemed to strike a motor nerve and his left leg jerked
forward throwing his body into a swinging motion. Then there seemed to
be nothing below his neck as his body swung gently from side to side
at the end of the rope. His eyes still held the image of the crowd but
that too began to dim. The roar of the onlookers burned into his ears. 

Altogether, it took 3 minutes for his brain to die. Those three
minutes dragged on for what seemed like three centuries, each year,
ten times longer than the previous. Each step towards death moved
slowly, not as a staccato rhythm, but as a dull thud elongated into an
eternity.

The crowd looked on. The pirate's stiff pego had finally relaxed. His
heart had stopped beating. There was no longer a pump working to fill
an erection.

-------------------------------

Jerry and Scott attended the hanging even though death was not
something they cared to watch. Instead, they wondered if the ghosts of
the hanged men would join their population. 

>From the moment the trap door had been released the two watched the 
bodies carefully, but saw no signs of a departing spirit.

All but Rickham's corpse were removed from their nooses as the
remaining four pirates from the Revenge were brought to the gallows
and subjected to this final act.

The sun had set, but the crowd remained. Candlewood was lit and now
surrounded the town square. Someone began passing a jug of rum, while
someone else began to pick out an old sea chantey on a banjo.

Like Halloween, the party began -- and there was dancing in the
streets -- with Captain Jack and his merry crew decorating the macabre
scene as their bodies swung from the ropes in counterpoint to the
music of the revellers.

Jerry, in a de-materialized state, had secreted herself in Anne's cell
awaiting the woman's return. She had nothing planned, but she wanted
to know the woman better. There was something about Anne Bonney that
strongly attracted Jerry.

In many ways they were similar. They both came from England. They both
had gotten involved with pirates. Jerry's contact had been forced,
while Anne had elected piracy as an adventure.

Both women pirates had shown bravery in the face of overwhelming odds.

Anne's cell door clanked closed. 

The short trip to and from the judge had finally tired her. She laid
down and fell asleep.

When she awoke, she found she had a cell mate. Anne stared at Jerry.
The ghost returned the look, but with a smile.

"Yer the pirate ain't ya?"

Anne welcomed the friendly face, "Yeah. What ye in fer?"

"You don't recognize me do ya?"

"No. Should I?"

"I was on the Swan Louie when you took my mate's young friend prisoner
and had yer way with him."

Anne's eyes narrowed. "Then yer me foe?"

"Naw. Not yer foe. If anything, your admirer. Ya got more guts than
any man I's ever seen."

All through the night the two women talked, sharing their early lives.

When Jerry told of her breakfast sausage adventure, Anne was howling
in laughter. Then she paused, out of breath and said, "Sure wished you
had that sausage with you now. I could use a bit of that. It's been
too long since I last was ridden."

Eventually the truth came out about Jerry.

The two had become friends. 

Anne's only remark was, "Well I hope's we can enjoy each others
company once the hangman does his job on me."

"Do you ever regret taken up piracy?"

"Oh no. Not even if it means I hang fer it. There is more spice in
every minute o' livin' as a pirate as there is in livin' a year in
some man's house.

"I wrote a little poem; I hoped I could find someone who could set a
tune to it.

"Drain Drain the bowl, Each fearless soul- let the world wag as it
will, Let the Heavens Growl, The Devils Howl, Drain, Drain the Bowl
and fill."

The light in the tiny cell had gotten a bit brighter as the new day
began.

When they heard the sounds of a jailer, Jerry said she must leave, but
promised to return at the end of the day.

Back on board the Seagull, Jerry sought out Jack and Scott. She sought
their help in planning an escape for Anne Bonney.


Jack was aghast at the idea. The woman had practically raped him.

Jerry extolled Anne's virtues, to the point where Jack reluctantly
agreed to at least listen and offer suggestions.

Things had changed onboard the Seagull once Doctor Radliffe had
debarked.

The two ghosts became visible members of the crew.

Scott and Jerry enjoyed a somewhat special status. Although they
eagerly assumed duties as any other sailor might, they were considered
as "special" by their shipmates. 

Every one knew of their needs and eagerly provided for them. Their
ability to see at night also brought them more assignments as lookout,
and less in ship's maintenance.

All knew of the relationship between Scott and Jack; they were lovers.

At first the captain had been reluctant to assign trivial tasks to the
two, but once he discovered their eagerness to be treated like the
others, he accepted them. The only thing truly different was that
their sexual expertise gave them an edge. And also, there was their
'sometimes' invisibility and extraordinary mobility.


But the matter of Jerry's interest in Anne Bonney would be a touchy
subject, and thus was kept in the strictest confidence between the two
ghosts and Jack.

In the days between the 17th and 28th of November, Jerry sought out
Doctor Radliffe and pledged her help.

The Doctor's plan was to simply delay things until everyone lost
interest. The major impetus was Sir Nicholas Laws. However he was
already booked on a return voyage to England sometime in mid December.

Being pregnant, neither woman could be executed before Laws' scheduled
departure date. The trial of the women began on Nov. 28, despite the
fact that Mary was running a high fever.

If Mary expected to be hanged, she didn't fear it.  In fact, she had
told the court that she supported the idea of hanging as a way of
keeping the pirate population from exploding. 

This was the second time Sir Nicholas had heard that argument, and he
didn't like it either time.

When he asked how they  pled, the women responded, "M'lord, we plead
our bellies.  We are both pregnant, and it is against the law to hang
a woman carrying a child."

Mary recounted her many tribulations, insisting that she had never
really wanted to be a pirate. 

Even though the court had been more patient with the two women than it
had been with the men, the verdict was the same. 

They would be subjected to the hangman's noose once the babies were
free of their mother's bodies.

But Radliffe's attitude was: as long as they were alive, things could
change.

Once Sir Nicholas was gone, Radliffe would petition governor Woods to
transfer Anne and Mary to Tortuga where he could look after their
pregnancies. In Tortuga, he could ask the island's governor to commute
their sentences to slavery, and he would then buy both women.

The days passed, and everything seemed to be in limbo.

Rather unexpectedly Radliffe was called to the jail. The attendant had
not been on duty during most of Sunday other than to supply a mid-day
meal, during the delivery of which he discovered that Mary had died.

The death had an unexpected effect upon Jerry. The girl ghost had
bonded with Anne Bonney and therefore now understood the spirit of
adventure and the spice of that dish.

The surge of adrenalin in the course of survival -- when the odd's are
against you -- has been felt by everyone, but to a few, it becomes an
addiction.

The shop lifter, the petty thief, the burglar, the general, and the
head of state, are all addicted. Some call it adventure, others have
no name for it yet they savor the same drug.

Jerry wanted some of that, but it was not within her reach. To sample
that drug, you need to put something at risk. Her love for Lucy was
the only thing she had of value.

------------------------

On the 14th of December, Sir Nicholas Laws boarded an English ship in
transit to London.

Radliffe sought an interview with the governor; and, pleading the
needs of the people of Tortuga, sought the transfer of Anne to the
jail in Cayona.

On December 28th, The Swan Louie departed for Tortuga, accompanied by
the Seagull. The woman pirate Anne Bonney was a passenger/prisoner in
the custody of Doctor Michael Radliffe.

On January 15th, the government records in Tortuga show the
commutation of Anne's sentence to: life as a slave.

On January 18th, the government records in Tortuga show the purchase
of one slave, Anne Bonney, by Doctor Michael Radliffe for the sum of
one thousand pieces-of-eight.

On January 20th, the Swan Louie departed Tortuga for the Carolina's
with four passengers: Lucy Granville, Julie Eyber, Doctor Michael
Radliffe, and household slave: one Anne Bonney.

The Seagull had decided to extend her voyage by continuing to act as
escort.

The Louie was no where to be seen as the Seagull pulled up her hook,
and began her slow trip up Cayona Harbor's easterly channel.

Once clear of the harbor, all of her sails were trimmed and set for a
combination of good speed and a smooth ride.

Within the next quarter hour her sheets were tensioned as tautly as
the highest string on a violin. The hull bit deeply into the rich blue
Caribbean sea, the water curling upward along her hull.
Occasionally, eddies of wind generated by the air ricocheting from the
sails would catch some of the froth, move it into the air thus
allowing it to be caught by the natural breeze which sprayed it across
the deck.

Several hours had passed and the Seagull became confident that they
would overtake the French ship within just a few hours.

The pre-arranged course would take the vessels westward parallel with
Cuba's northern coast. Once abreast of the east coast of the New
World, the course would be altered into a straight shot north along
Florida, and finally into the Carolina's. The Swan Louie would then
put into Charleston Harbor for a few days before finally heading east
across the Atlantic to France.

Almost six months had passed since the Swan Louie had left New Orleans
with her passengers. It would most likely be another two months before
she reached her destination. 

It was somewhat after 1 A.M. on their third night out that Scott
sighted a lone ship, stationary in the water, but with her sails full.
If it had not been for his night vision, the ship would have gone
undetected as it lay in wait, secreted within the shadows of a near by
islet.

"Jack, see if you can find Jerry and have her come up here, then tell
the Captain about that ship. I bet you it's the Bloody Cutlass." The
boy began to step into his pants, in preparation for his departure.
Scott added, "You'd better tell the Captain first, and have the
helmsman change course."

Unexpectedly both tasks were attended to in the same visit. He found
Jerry sleeping in the arms of the older man.

Within seconds the girl ghost was standing alongside her male
counterpart. "I feel like visiting Captain Frank, how about you?"

Without turning Scott replied, "That's pretty much what I had in mind
when I first spotted the Cutlass."

The Captain was now at the helm. The change in course had not been
radical.

Jerry and Scott addressed him, "Sir, we wants ta take leave with yer
permission and see what's happenin on the Bloody Cutlass."

"Permission granted. How long do you think you'll be gone?"

"Don't rightly know, but I think the Cutlass was the only shoal in
these waters. Don't ye worry; we'll be back soon as we get's the lay
o' the land."

Moments later the two invisible spirits were close to the helm of the
Bloody Cutlass.

There was a sailor sitting on a cask. The only sound was from the wind
which kept the sails full. 

A second sailor came through a hatchway, "Redge, what 'cha thinkin'
'bout?"

The lad on the cask turned to his mate, "Ya relieving me?"

"Naw. Another hour yet. What are you gonna do when they puts us
ashore?"

Jerry and Scott looked at each other wondering about that snippet of
conversation.

"Don't rightly know. The QM has been talking about he and some of the
crew becoming land pirates, but Captain Frank says they should hold
off on that 'til they's far away, else the King's men might catch on
and still be after us."

"Yeah. Heard that me self. Think Captn's right. You teaming up with
anyone yet?"

"Nope. How's about you and me joining up; just the two of us. Got any
idea how much booty we'll be splitting?"

Jerry whispered in Scott's ear, "Sounds like they are planning a
career change."

"Let's check out Captain Frank. But first let's take the wind out of
their sails." Jerry looked at him quizzically, then smiled as she
caught on to his double entendre.

Scott climbed the forward mast, while Jerry stood by the sheet. No one
else was about, and the two sailors were talking between themselves.

-------------End TPA09-A of A/B/C-----------

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