The Vengeful Tide Ch. 05

"The spirits of the wind be with us, Sir," the female elf said.

"The magic array has also been cast," Liara told me.

"I've got a lot riding on you, Sir. For your sake, I hope your confidence isn't the abyss," Ellen spoke.

I stared out into the open seas. I stared out into my kingdom. I stared out...into the world that I belonged to. I stared out into the start of reclaiming what had been mine! The sea on my nose and tongue, I raised my sword.

"Weight anchor and set sail, you scurvy dogs! Set sail into the open waters! Sail for greater fame and fortune!" I hollered.

"AYE AYE CAPTAIN!" A chorus from my temporary crew resounded in my ears. I heard the seas splash when the anchor was released from them. I saw men untie the sails of the mainmast and the second mast.

Everyone moved as if they had been doing this for years. The helmsman took the wheel and turned the boat. The wind began to carry us and I gently moved the waves beneath the ship to guide us from the sandy shores of Draegnar.

The sea air blew through my hair. The sun was hot on my face. Adventures laid their taste upon my tongue. The shores of Draegnar grew smaller and smaller. The maze of broken ships turned into merchant stalls and homes began to fade away from my view. Though the means were not fully what I had planned, it did not change the fact that I had my own ship.

"Where be our destination, Captain? I'd rather you speak quickly before we find ourselves colliding with jagged rocks and unholy sea creatures," the helmsman said.

I didn't even need a map to remember the location. "We head for the Seas of Fiolomir. Sail towards the southeast," I said.

"Captain, the land of Fiolomir is currently in the midst of a war. Fleets be common in that area," he said.

"I will take care of them. You only need to focus on what you need to do," I replied. The helmsman gave me a rather odd look, but he quickly decided to keep his mouth shut. It was good on him because he obviously knew the consequences of pushing my buttons more than they were today.

I turned around and headed for the door that would be my quarters. "Maeloson, Aesteal, both you elves to my quarters. Ellen, you will be the Quartermaster. Sort out that lot until I return," I said. Ellen grumbled beneath her breath.

"Fine," she said.

"Fine...what?"

"Fine, Sir," she replied.

A chuckle from Liara made Ellen grit her teeth in annoyance, but the Witch pursued no greater animosity. Instead, she headed for her own quarters while Maeloson and Aesteal walked with me to mine. Before we entered, I walked over to my mother. She was resting on the wooden railing at the ship's starboard.

I placed a hand on her shoulder. "And I expect you to visit my quarters when the moon replaces the sun, mother. There are things which must be discussed," I told her. I had the satisfaction of seeing a small tint of rose color on her cheeks.

"Yes, Eric." she said. I admit, I couldn't tell if this rose tint was a blush or her restricted temper. Either way, it turned me on greatly, especially when I think back to our home on the island.

With that little tidbit finished, I guided the elves into my new Captain's Quarters. I pushed open the door and it swung with a modest creak. As I stepped inside, I was rather amazed with the decor. Naturally, it was unwashed garbage compared to the quarters that I had in my previous life but, for being my first ship, they weren't too bad.

Windows of rare glass were surrounded by the ship's wood. It's design allowed for easy access to the sea with but a simple push to each window. Then, next to those windows rested my bed. A pillow, a mattress, and sheets of woven cotton. The cotton isn't the most high-quality I have ever seen or felt, but for a life at sea it is enough.

Next to the bed is a study desk and chair made of even finer wood than the ship is made of. Two glasses fit for a night of drinking rest atop the desk. Candles just waiting to be lit were rested upon it. Adjacent to that was a wide drawer for my clothes.

From there, I noticed a table that was most likely just a place for the former captain of this ship to either discuss things with the capable members of his crew or a place to ease his mind from the day. I do not find much to complain about.

Maeloson and Aesteal entered my quarters. The door closed behind them. "You asked for us, Sir?" Aesteal asked.

I did not answer her immediately. Instead, I took off the bag I had been holding which contained the supplies that my mother and I had packed from the house. "Aye. Though you be a part of my crew on a trial period, I be not so heartless as to not provide you with proper resources," I claimed.

I opened the bag and retrieved their folded clothes that I had spent the majority of last night sewing. "Here. Wear these when you return to your rooms. Do not mention them to any other crew member. We are not prepared for such sewing to be known yet," I told them.

"I did not think you knew how to sew, Sir," Maeloson told me.

"Prove yourselves to me and there will be more that you will learn about me." I returned. I then proceeded to toss them both their attire that I had bundled up. It did not take the elves long to look at me in utter bewilderment. Most specifically, Maeloson looked at me suspiciously.

"Who are you? No one your age should be capable of Rune Sewing," he said.

"Maeloson, mind your tone. Sir is still the captain of the ship. However, I am inclined to agree with the same sentiments," Aesteal said.

The two removed the ropes which had fastened the clothes together. These be not high quality garments and a shudder runs through my boots at having to rune sew on the new clothes I give them if they prove competent crew members.

"Each rune be tailor-made to the abilities of elves. I picked for you common ones, but should you prove yourselves then I do not mind crafting stronger runes to aid you," I told them.

They stared at their new clothes for a bit longer than I had imagined they would. They looked like they wanted to address concerns to me, but I had no way of knowing what they wanted until they asked.

Maeloson was the one to break the silence. "Sir, if you wished to head to the southeast. There are many ways to head that way that do not require Fiolomir. Why...would you choose there?"

This question surprised me for two reasons. One, Fiolomir is not known to bear any elven lands. The magic there is wild and the people there are wilder. True elven colonies lay towards the North. Maeloson's, and I presume Aesteal's, curiosity to this destination threw me off. Of course, I can't say elves don't exist there. They are just not very common.

The second reason this surprised me was because I could see unease in their eyes. As I said previously, I believe myself to be a fair judge of character. As I also stated previously, the fact that my entire crew betrayed me is not lost on me. I don't know why these two feel anxious about Fiolomir, but I decided to answer honestly.

I don't know why I decided to answer them honestly. I had only known them for two or three weeks. I was also their Captain. I didn't owe them an explanation for the courses that I took, but...I did so anyway.

"We're not staying there long. Beneath the Fiolomir waters lies a beast that I desire to get my hands on. Inside its body lies a material that will aid us when we reach the shores of the Delverhold," I told them.

Their eyes seemed to widen as if the candles that represent their minds had been lit aflame. "You're not talking about Kavtha, the water golem, are you? It's considered a respected deity to all of Fiolomir. They would never let us even get close to it," Aesteal told me.

That was indeed what I was going to Fiolomir for. "And why should I be caring about what they do and don't want? I want and need it, so I'm going to take it. Now both of you can stop acting like you've seen death already. I don't plan to fight it...unless it denies me what I want. If the opposing armies of Fiolomir get in my way, then I'll sink them all beneath the crashing tides," I told them.

It did not take them both long to exactly remember what I was capable of. Sure, I had not showcased the fullest extent of my abilities, but they obviously knew enough.

They both fell into silence once again. I could still see that they seemed to want to tell me something, but their tongues were stayed for whatever reason. "If that is all then you're free to leave. Aesteal, you will be in the Crow's Nest until nightfall," I told her.

"Yes sir," she said. Then they both left without another word. For the rest of the voyage that day, I gained restless thoughts about what they could have wanted to tell me.

I would not call Maeloson and Aesteal my friends, but we were not strangers either. It was also not adequate to say that we were mere acquaintances either. They lived in my house with my mother and I for the previous two weeks before this voyage. They had both done what I told them to. Some of this was met with trepidation, but they performed duties that I required regardless of their personal issues. I still don't know why two elves would wish to become a part of a pirate crew, but I would aim to find out.

"OH There goes Ms. Sea Blue!

I see her waving strong.

We sail all day.

We sail all night

To greater shores on high!

HEYA! HEYA!

Thar' she blows

She be blowing at me!

I see the town.

She goes up and down.

OH, Ms. Sea Blue! Where will you take me now?"

As Maeloson and Aesteal left, I heard the songs of some old shantie from the lips of my crew. If I was honest, I did not think I would hear them so early into the journey. Then again, sea travel can be rather tedious and boring for some if there isn't much to do.

Unfortunately for my temporary crew, this shantie does not fill me with too much joy. In fact, it makes me frown. It makes me clench my fists. It...makes me angry. It reminds me...of the times I thought were only for my crew and I. It reminds me of the hearty laughs, I felt, we used to share. I remember the men singing in their stupid, cough-ridden voices while my beloved and I danced with hearty steps. Now I wonder, how much of tht was real? Or...was it even real to begin with?

Though I feel unhappy with it, I do not stop my crew from singing. I have put them through enough, and as long as they get their work done, I can put up with it.

From day until night, they sing shanties or play cards. I know because Ellen notified me of their work status at least twice. I stayed in my quarters for the remainder of the day. I be not ashamed to say that I fell asleep on the bed for a few hours. Last night had still weighed on me heavily. By the time I woke up, the sky outside my window had darkened.

With my body rested, I decided to begin two separate journals. One was for the memories from Liara that had been transferred to me of what I could remember. The second was...for the list of names of each of my crew members of old. They would all get what was coming to them!

My work was interrupted by a knock on the door. "Enter," I said. I turned around in my chair to see Ellen coming before me bearing gifts of food, bread, wine, and cheese.

"Your dinner," she said to me.

"Thank you," I replied. She set the food on my table and snorted.

"I did not think you had the skills to read and write such arcane literature," She responded. I noticed her eyes lingered on my first journal for longer than what was necessary to complete her duties.

"One does not casually meet with the Witch of Draegnar without some knowledge into the mystic shit that mages use," I told her.

"Good to see at least one of us can bargain with that damn witch pretty well, even if it is a bastard like you, Sir. The many dealings I've had with that bitch makes me wish I could understand this shit too," Ellen said.

Suddenly, a mischievous thought ran through my mind while I ate. "Well, this be a rather long voyage. I wouldn't mind teaching the bit of this subject that I know," I told her. She then responded to me with a skeptical look. A frown then appeared on her face.

"Do these lessons involve you shoving your cock down my throat again?" she asked. Though she was right to assume that I wanted something, I still gave her ass a hard smack for the attitude.

"I could make you swab the deck too," I told her. A brief expression of annoyance passed her face, but I pretended to not notice.

"Sorry, sir," she apologized.

"Good. Now then, I wasn't planning on receiving one of your amazing blowjobs tonight. Come, keep me company while I feast. A meal without company is a dull experience, but a meal with a beautiful, yet dangerous lass be even greater," I complimented. I then pulled out my chair and patted my legs. Sothshore stared at them for a time before she sucked her teeth.

Ellen turned her bountiful ass towards me and sat upon my thighs. "I want to shoot you very badly, Sir," she told me. I laughed.

"I want to shoot you too, Ellen. Once this voyage reaches its conclusion, I'll be looking forward to shooting a lot into you," I said. I heard her take in a sharp breath, but she did not respond. She picked up my first journal and began reading it.

Meanwhile, I started eating my food. I think it be safe to say, but the way she squirmed on my legs quickly aroused my cock until it bulged my pants and pressed against her inner thigh. If she felt it, then she didn't comment on it. I was of the same boat, but I held my surprise when I felt her begin rubbing my erection more attentively. The friction between my pants, my erection, and her warm thighs silently drove me mad. I dare think she was aware of it too.

"Keep this up and I just might not wait until the voyage is over," I warned her.

In spite of my warning, Ellen continued to ride me even harder than before. Every bite of my food, I found it with a difficult chew and swallow. "Will you be quiet? I'm trying to make sense of this magic bullshit that you have written down. I never had to deal in detail with this shit when I drove my...b-b-b-usinesssssssssss!"

Ellen clenched her teeth and her grip upon my journal tightened when I grabbed her shirt-covered breasts and squeezed them as hard as I could. "Mmm, I like it when you talk back to me. It makes me want to savor you even more. It makes me want to tear these clothes from your body and fuck you like the slut I know you are!" I said.

I forewent the subtlety of our game and began to undo my pants. I pulled them down, drawers and all, which revealed my erect cock. I then sat back in my chair and pulled Ellen on top of me. Then, I began to trust my cock between her thighs.

"How am I...supposed to...read...like...this?!" she asked as I savored the creamy texture of her skin. No doubt the dry pounding I was giving her was not making it easy on her, but I hardly cared.

"Make do!" I returned. I did not slow my pace. Instead, I began using her legs and thighs as a personal cocksleeve for my own pleasure. The feel of her skin against mine, the way the muscles which supported her legs grinded against my erection, and the small huffing gasps from her breath, were all contributing factors that made me drown out my ship. I was swimming in a sea of euphoria as the electrcity of my nerves released the chemicals for excitement into my brain.

By the time I opened my eyes, I was surprised to see Ellen was no longer reading my journal. Instead, her hips began granting me a firmer hold of her body which allowed me to thrust much easier between her lovely bridges. "Ugh...ooooh...fuckin' shiiiiiit...guuuuuuuh!" she grunted and moaned as I wondered whether I was thrusting my cock through her legs or whether she was bouncing against it. Her hands rested on my knees as from the corner of her face, I could see just how flushed her face had become.

I raised my hand and then...

SMACK!

"UGH!" Ellen threw her head back as the crack of my hand against her butt violently rang through the air.

"Who told you to stop reading? Unless my journal bores you," I said.

"How can I...concentrate with...ermmmm...you...thrusting...uggghhhhh fuck...into my legs and crotch like this?" she asked me.

I quickly responded by grabbing her shirt and ripping it open. The only thing which separated her bare breasts from me was her undergarments, but I didn't remove those. Every man holds a strong sense of lust for the underclothes of a fair lass. "Members of my crew best be multi-talented. Show me you can keep your focus! If you can't, I'll punish you!" I teased her.

Her panting breath, her erect nipples, and the increasing warmth of her thighs, she tried to ignore them all as she reached back for the book. With some fumbling, she returned to the page that she had been reading.

"Read it...to me. It doesn't...matter if the words be too...difficult. I wish to hear your voice while I fuck these thighs of yours!"

"You really...are a bastard, Sir!" she told me. Nevertheless, she held up the book and began reciting what I wanted her to.

"X-X-Xian...Slucaaaaaathric...ugh...ahhh...A-A-Abalizaremith...Soxuvia...Cathebalire...D-D-emashethe," she moaned. Her hot voice and her stuttering only fueled the dark lusts controlled by my hardened pistol.

I slipped my hands from her waist and into her undergarment. Now, nothing separated her breasts from me. I fondled them like two balls of squishy clay. The fountain of her pussy began to trail down her legs. It slathered my cock like fine oils and its scent drove me to intoxication. My arousal began to leak out from the tip of my penis. Between her juices and mine, her legs became as slippery as a water serpent.

I could not begin to count the minutes that rolled by as my fingertips teased her nipples. "Carithovia...d-d-d-dafal...vorathius...asceclio...Mmmmmm," I couldn't take it. I swear there is something about Sothshore that could make me try to fuck her in the middle of a flaming volcano if I were given the opportunity. I cut off her speech by turning her head and dominating her lips with mine.

The kiss we shared was so hot and filled with passion that I'm sure even those stuffy monastery eunuchs would have felt some excitement watching us if they saw. Her tongue swirled with mine, but I could distinctly make out her vain attempts to speak the words that she remembered from the book.

While we locked lips and swapped spit, I took her free hand that wasn't holding the book down to my erection. Her fingers teased the bulbous head and she began rotating her palm like a master craftsman. So much pleasure was upon me that I couldn't tell if I was aroused by her thighs, her mouth, her hands, or her breasts. What I did know was that I could feel the cum in my balls sailing up the pathway of my dick.

We both separated from our kiss for a moment which allowed me to moan and grunt like a beast. "Fuck! I'm gonna cum over your pretty little legs, you Draegnar slut!" I said.

"X-Xiarat...hiaaaaa FUUUUUUUUCK!"

We both groaned aloud as our respective orgasm shuddered through our bodies. I could feel the sticky ropes of my semen drench her thighs like butter on bread. I could feel the greatest flood of her orgasm coat my cock in warm juice.

We both panted as we exhaled. Sweat from our bodies began to pour down. "Understand magic a bit better now?" I asked.

"NO! But it was at least a better lesson than most," she said through her huffs. A bit uncommon of me, but I kissed her cheek as an ending to this little game. She looked at me strangely, but thankfully she didn't pursue the matter. Instead, she looked at her legs coated in the semen from our exercise.

She growled a bit, but then sighed. "Can I get the hell out of here now? I need to wash this shit off. At least the witch claimed she had a way to turn the sea into suitable bathwater. I have the feeling you're going to be the cause of many baths for me, Sir," she said, which got a laugh from me.