The Legend of Captain Kelly Pt. 02

Felicity was changing; she'd made a friend in Bella and was always anxious to see her. I was learning much more about our captain. She wasn't the monster rumor had made her out to be. I found her to be very sensitive and caring; at least that was my perception.

Finally, after a month at sea, we spied land. The crew was elated, cleaning themselves up and making the ship presentable more so that it was. I learned it was the home port for the Crimson Orchid. Wives, lovers, and families of the crew lived there.

I was glad that we'd finally walk on solid ground. I'd been at sea way too long, the voyage over and now being a prisoner. The little village looked shabby from my perspective. Of course, I was used to living in England. Felicity and I watched as we approached the harbor from the bow. We were out of the way watching as the crew cast lines ashore to tie us firmly to a pier. There was a small crowd waiting for their loved ones to depart and go home with them. I blushed, wondering how many babies would be born about nine months from now.

When we'd tied off, Felicity looked at me looking a little embarrassed. I asked what was wrong.

With tears forming in her eyes she confessed, "Bella has asked me to move in with her, Miss Camille. I think I've fallen in love with her. Please don't hate me. I don't understand it myself, and she makes me feel special inside. I feel those little butterflies when she touches me I really can't explain it. Oh, please don't say no, I beg you."

I was stunned. Felicity and Bella, lovers? I saw how happy they were together. Lesbians? God forbid! But, I couldn't refuse her happiness; she'd been through so much on this voyage.

I took her hands in mine, looked her in the eyes, "If you're sure about this, of course, you can. I won't stand in the way of your happiness, Felicity. When you've set up house, would you please invite me over for dinner?"

She beamed, "Yes, Miss Camille! I surely will! Thank you, thank you."

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed my cheek. She looked so adorable and happy. I sighed as she ran off to pack her things. I wondered if I was going to have to stay on board, still a prisoner. I'd thought I was lonely before, and now with Felicity leaving me, I surely all alone.

I was alone now in life and in my thoughts, watching the families reunite as the crew hurried down the gangplank. I didn't notice the captain approaching me and jumped when I heard her voice.

"It's a lovely sight, isn't it, Lady Camille."

"I'm Lady Camille now? What brought about that change, Captain Kelly."

"I just thought it preferable to Camille. You've been a gracious lady despite the ordeal I've put you through. I'm hoping to get a message to your father, or perhaps we have one already waiting for us here."

"How I wish it were true, captain. Am I to stay onboard still a prisoner?"

"No, the Orchid requires repairs, and you'll be in the way. Bella has informed me your little companion will be moving in with her. Is that so?"

I sighed, "Yes, she asked me, not moments ago. They seem so happy together I couldn't bear to see her miserable. I didn't realize they'd become so close."

"Bella is a lot softer than she seems, Lady Camille. I think they are a good match. As to your accommodations, you'll be staying with me up above the town. There will be no guards. You'll be free to wander around as you like. I've already given the orders to have your things offloaded and taken there. I hope you'll escort me when we're secure at the dock."

"Thank you, captain. It sounds lovely. I'll have to tell Felicity before she leaves. Will you excuse me?"

"Of course, it shouldn't be too long, Lady Camille."

I grinned when she called me that. I headed across the ship to find Felicity and tell her where I'd be. I was sure Bella knew where the captain lived and that we'd probably see one another in town. When I told her she was relieved, she'd been afraid I would stay on the ship alone. Felicity thought about asking Bella if I could stay with them. Now she didn't have to. I didn't say anything to Felicity but staying in Bella's house and them sleeping together wasn't something I wanted to deal with.

We said our good-byes and went our separate ways. The captain was right. It didn't take long for one of the crew to retrieve me from that god awful cabin. I hoped I'd never see it again.

The carriage ride through town was interesting; we passed a brothel, butcher shop, fishmonger; it was almost like a regular town. I know I must sound silly, but I had no idea what a pirate's home would look like. There were colorful parrots in the trees, children playing, women in brightly colored dresses doing laundry by a stream. Everyone seemed happy and carefree.

Captain Kelly's house was more like a mansion. I said my thanks to Captain Kelly for a pleasant ride to her magnificent home. She said she'd see me later and we'd have dinner together.

An older gentleman, Edward, and two young men were waiting to help with my bags. I thanked them as they showed me to my room. It was huge, next door to Captain Kelly's with an adjoining door. I made sure it was locked as I passed by it. They left my luggage for me to unpack, asking if there were anything I needed. I mentioned a glass of water would be nice then one of the younger men pointed to a pitcher on the dressing table. Once more, I thanked them as they left my room.

It took some time to unpack the few things that survived the voyage. Many of the dresses I'd bought had mold or some other disgusting thing growing on them. I placed them all in a pile far away from my bed. What a bed it was too, large four corners with a canopy and netting. I began to wonder what the net was for when I felt a bug on my neck. I swatted it then realized I'd be using the netting each night.

When I'd settled, I heard a knock on my door. Answering it, I found Captain Kelly standing there. I greeted her, opening the door wider so she could enter. I watched once again as her bosom passed before my eyes. She must be squeezing them in there for show. It had to be.

She saw the pile of dresses on the floor, "Why are these pretty things all piled up, Lady Camille?"

I went over, lifted one, and showed her the mold.

"Well, we can't have that. Tomorrow we'll go to town, and you can find things to wear. You might find it more comfortable to wear pantaloons and blouses here. It gets very hot and humid."

I'd considered that on board the Orchid. I didn't know how I would get them on the ship.

"Thank you, captain. That would be wonderful."

She smiled, "When we're here, please call me Christine. On land, I'm no longer a captain."

I giggled, "Yes, Christine, and please not so formal with me although I do love it, Camille, please."

"I'll have someone come up and remove that pile. I'm sure someone in town can find a use for some of the cloth. Maybe some of the little girls would love dresses from that."

"Oh! That would be lovely. Yes, please give them away. I can't wear them like that. It's good to have a use for them."

We talked a bit more then she excused herself to check on a few things since she hadn't been home in six months. It didn't take long for someone to show up to get the dresses. I opened the door after hearing a soft knock. When I opened it standing before me was the most beautiful dark skinned woman I'd ever seen. Her skin was a mocha color, dark eyes, and long black wavy hair. Her smile was infectious, causing me to smile right back at her. She had cleavage almost as brazen as Captain Kelly. Her voice was so delicate her words seemed to float on the air.

"Excuse me, Miss Camille, Mistress Christine said you had some garments to take away."

I tried not to stutter, "Yes, I do right over here."

We walked to the pile; she thought for a moment, "That's more than I can carry. I'll send my daughter up to get the rest."

I smiled, "Thank you. May I know what your name is?"

She giggled, "It's Carmen. I'm known as Mama Carmen or just Mama around here. My daughter is Eden."

"Thank you, Mama Carmen. I'll be expecting her."

She bent down and grabbed as much as she could. I ran to the door to open it for her thanking her again. A bit later, a younger version of her showed up. The girl was charming, taking the rest of the clothes with her. I was so used to white people back home in England. I didn't realize how beautiful women of color could be. I think there's a lot for me to learn here.

With the pile removed, I decided to wander around outside. Being so used to walking on a rolling ship, I kept expecting the ground to move as I walked. As I wandered down the staircase and outside to see the grounds. I noticed everyone happily working. When I'd get close they would pause, look at me, smile, and greet me, asking how I was. I'd pause briefly, exchange pleasantries, then move on. I wondered, are there two Captain Kellys? How could a bloodthirsty pirate have such happy, contented people working for her? I know her crew looked like scum, some feared her. However, these people were friendly. She'd shown kindness to Felicity and me aboard her ship. Maybe there were two Captain Kellys.

Captain Kelly or Christine found me wandering along a small path next to a stream. I was taking in all the sights and smells of my new world. I was looking up as parrots squawked flying overhead, the bright blue sky. I could see why the islanders were happy.

I suspected footsteps then turned to see Christine watching me marvel at the sites.

She smiled, "Beautiful, isn't it."

I grinned, "Yes, very much so. How did you find such a place? Everyone seems so content."

"I'll tell you, let's walk, shall we?"

We walked side by side, slowly down the path. Birds were chirping, and the sound of the stream filled my ears with the sounds of paradise.

"I found this island several years ago right after I'd taken over the Crimson Orchid. One of the ladies on my crew was born here and wanted to return. She thought I'd enjoy it, and it would make for a haven for my newly acquired ship. I'd known her for a few years prior and trusted her. It's hard to find unless you know exactly where it is."

She paused, thinking back, "When we arrived, a few of the locals, mostly old men, didn't like that I was the captain of a ship. A woman is bad luck, they said. For them, it was bad luck. They tried to kill me, thankfully if not for Isabella, they might have. After that I made an agreement with the town council. If I could harbor the Orchid here, I would give half of all the coins and untraceable spoils I took as plunder. Anything else, I'd barter in the various ports we visit and use that to pay my crew. It has worked out very well over the years."

I asked, "What about kidnapping and ransoms?"

She sighed, "My first attempt didn't go as expected. I was double-crossed on another. My prize was accidentally killed during another. After that last one, I haven't had any problems with payment. My reputation for dealing with those who cross me keeps my foes honest, you might say. That's why I'm sure we'll hear from your father sooner rather than later."

I stopped walking; Christine took a couple of steps then looked back, wondering why.

"Christine, You know I loathe you for taking our ship, holding Felicity and me for ransom, and murdering our captain. I can see why you do these things. However, it seems Felicity has found something she didn't know she was looking for. I'm very happy for her and Bella. I don't know what the future holds for me. I only hope that no further blood is shed because of me. This whole ordeal has opened my eyes to many things."

She walked back to me, looked me in the eyes as she held my hands, "Camille, this is a way of life for me. I look at what good I've done for the people on the island. You haven't seen what the plantation owners on other islands do to the peoples they enslave for profit. I wish you could; you might feel differently about me and what I do."

She let go of my hands to continue down the path. We walked in silence until we came upon a clearing where the stream seemed to end. Then turning some, we headed downhill, the stream no longer next to us. As we walked the path became level once again. I could hear the water falling and girls giggling as we came upon a wide place in the path, large rocks off to one side with clothes spread out on them. Christine touched me, her finger to her lips wanting me to be quiet. We cautiously approached the rocks but before walking out enough to get a view of three girls splashing and giggling in a pool below a small waterfall.

They were nude, two dark-skinned beauties with black hair down to their rear ends along with a fair-skinned blonde, her hair to mid-back. The two dark-skinned beauties had rather large breasts, and rear ends with tiny waists. The fair-skinned one had very little up top and a slim rear end. I don't think they couldn't have been over seventeen. They were laughing and splashing without a care in the world. I was about to say something to Christine when she hushed me again. I kept quiet, watching as their frolicking ebbed. I thought maybe we'd been spotted until one of the darker girls embraced the fair-skinned one and kissed her fully on the mouth. The other girl's back was turned to them, when she turned around, she smiled, walking to them to kiss the fair girl also. I had to cover my mouth to prevent myself from gasping in disbelief.

The three of them kept swapping kisses as their hands roamed each other's bodies. They looked like a Maypole, all twisted and tangled together. I looked at Christine, who was smiling as she watched. I didn't know what to think. I was dumbfounded, and I hate to admit, a little excited watching them. After a bit, the blonde took the other girls' hands and led them out of our sight. I could only imagine they were going to do things to each other I had no clue about.

We let them vanish and waited a few moments to continue on our way. When we were far enough away, Christine asked me what I thought. I blushed, telling her I thought they were all stunning. I mentioned that this ordeal has dramatically changed my perspective on quite a few things. I lived a very sheltered life back in England. I had no idea the world could be so diverse and lovely.

She smiled, "I'm glad to have opened it up for you. I do apologize for the hardship I've caused you and Felicity. It is how we survive here, Camille."

I sighed, "This has all been so different, Christine. I'm thankful to be alive to see it all."

"I'm glad you're alive also. I asked Mama Carmen to set up a bath and find some better fitting garments for you to wear around here. They should be ready by the time we get back to the house. We have a special room for bathing, and I'll show you to it."

I was elated, "A bath! Thank you, Christine."

I turned to her for a hug to thank her. Those breasts pressing to mine felt soft even through our clothes. Maybe they were as large as I had imagined.

When we returned to the house, Christine showed me the room downstairs for bathing. There was a large pool enough for several people to gather in. I closed the door, locking it before removing my dress. When I was bare, I walked to it, touching the still water with my toes. Suddenly, I heard a door open. I turned to see a bare Eden smiling, holding a cloth and a bar of soap.

Covering myself quickly with my arms, I asked, "How did you get in? I thought I locked the door."

She giggled, "First time you've been bathed, Miss Camille? I was in the storage room when you entered. I didn't mean to frighten you. Mistress Christine asked if I'd bathe you. I can leave if you like."

I didn't know what to think. I didn't want to send her away and upset Christine or insult the girl.

"I've never been bathed by anyone but my mother, and that was years ago. If Mistress Christine sent you, then, of course, I'll comply."

She walked over to me, setting the soap and cloth down at my feet and then taking my arms in her hands, gently lowering them to reveal my breasts. I couldn't help but stare at the contrasts of our skin colors. She was so young and lovely, her touch so soft and reassuring. Taking my hand, she guided me into the pool then to a seat just below the surface of the water.

She whispered, "Please sit, Miss Camille, and I will take good care of you. I've done this many times for the mistress of the house. She enjoys it, and I hope you will also."

I sat, my legs dangling off the seat into deeper water. The water was warm and soothing. I sighed, enjoying how it felt. Eden moved her washing materials so that they were within reach. She sat down behind me, her legs on either side of me. With her tummy against my lower back I could feel her nipples press into my upper back. They were hard like Felicity and mine when we cuddled back on the Orchid. Her voice became a whisper as we talked.

First, she used the cloth to wet my shoulders and lower back. Adding the soap to it, she gently ran it over my skin. It had a flowerlike aroma I found very soothing. She asked where I was from as her hands slid over my body. I answered and all the other questions while asking about her life here on the island. When my back was clean, she rinsed it off, then changed positions.

She moved from behind me to stand waist-deep in the pool in front of me. We were eye to eye and what beautiful eyes she had. So dark and alluring. She repeated the process of wetting me down, but instead of using the cloth, she soaped me with her bare hands. She smiled, complimenting the beauty of my breasts. I returned the favor as I admired hers. They looked firm like some of the fruit at the markets I'd seen earlier as we passed through town. She invited me to touch them and I swear I turned as red as ruby from my breasts up. She stopped washing me to lift my hands up to touch her breasts. I balked at first, but her sweet words convinced me it would be alright, she didn't mind them being touched.

I used my finger at first feeling the firm dark area around her nipples. I think my expression made her giggle as I touched them for the first time. I had guessed they would feel like mine and I was almost right. Hers were firmer than mine, she being younger, I delighted in touching them and I think she enjoyed it too.

I asked her to continue thanking her for letting me see what they felt like. She giggled at my silliness.

Eden went back to washing mine. She spent a great deal of time, it seemed, soaping them, her hands making sure there was no dirt on them. It felt odd having her wash them, but I wasn't going to stop her; it felt too nice.

She stopped for a moment, her thumbs on my nipples, rubbing them firmly. I closed my eyes, sitting back, my palms on the bench behind me. I felt that lovely warm feeling between my legs, only this time it was more intense than when Felicity and I cuddled together.

I thought I heard her ask me, "Do you like this, Miss Camille?"

All I could do was nod; I was too busy moaning to give her a proper answer. Then she stopped, I opened my eyes as if waking from a dream. She rinsed me off, asking me to get out and lay back with my head over the pool. There were towels laid out near the seat she must have placed before I entered. I got out carefully, watching where I stepped. My mind was still a bit foggy. I positioned myself on the floor, my neck at the edge of the pool.

She wet my hair with both hands, not wanting to get any water in my eyes. She had positioned herself, so her breasts were just above my head as she stood in the pool. I couldn't help but stare at them when looking up at her. With my hair wet, she applied the same soap she'd used on my body. The scent had gotten to me now, filling my nostrils with its seductive aroma. It was awkward looking at her behind me. I couldn't keep my eyes closed as we talked as much as I tried. When she'd finished, she asked me to sit on the edge with my feet in the water.