The Vengeful Tide Ch. 06

It's not the enemy in front of you that you need to worry about.

Yet, even as I remember this phrase, I only feel my thoughts being centered around a series of questions with one to unify them all.

Why?

As I said before, Leah and I had lovers of the opposing sex. Neither of us minded that. I also doubt it was the fact that I had brats with any of them either. Leah, I assumed, loved them as much as I did if not more sometimes.

It couldn't have been the riches. Okay, quite possibly it was the riches since I always took the biggest share of the loot, but I had always strived for fairness in my crew. Everyone was paid to the equivalent of the work they put in. No one ever complained about it. Suggestions on new adventures always be a welcome change to a crew and their captain. My ship be no different from that.

Perhaps they were all jealous of my powers? It was possible since Leah somehow came upon that moonstone which crippled me to the point that I couldn't even summon a puddle, much less the sea. Now if anyone be asking if I be so generous that if there was a way to share my abilities amongst my crew then I would have, I would have laughed in their face.

Like I would spread my abilities across a ship of bastards and bitches. Though now that I have this thought, I suppose betrayal can be expected, but something in my bones tells me that be not the case.

Well, it doesn't matter. I'll listen to their explanation before I feed them to the sharks! I now see that the best way to do that...is to repeat as much of what happened before up until their betrayal. Perhaps there I would get my answers...and my satisfaction.

A knock came to my door which broke me from my thoughts. I am now aware that my head had cooled and so had my rage. The heavy rainstorm outside had turned into a light shower and small waves.

I don't know how much time has passed while I'm in my thoughts, but the grey skies tell me that it should still be in the afternoon.

I exhale. I wonder if I could hold a conversation with Ilzahold long enough to get something that would make my head stop feeling like two pistols were firing into it.

"Enter," I said.

The door opened and Ellen came through. Her face looked incredibly swollen from the fight with Diane. A scar on her mouth revealed her lip had been busted open. She also walked with a limp in her step. No doubt that came from the fight as well.

Sothshore spoke not a word to me as she closed the door behind her. She walked down the two steps which led into my quarters and took note of me on the bed. I would have spoken words had her next action not surprised me.

Despite the silent curse that fell from her lips, Ellen dropped to her knees. "You look even shittier than I do, Sir," she said.

If that was her attempt to get a rise or a laugh out of me, then I'm sure I disappointed her. I was about to reply as to why she had chosen to disturb me. I'm sure my mother had not blatantly disregarded my orders to be left alone.

Unfortunately, she beat me to my statement. "I apologize for making you angry, Sir. Please punish me," Ellen said through gritted teeth.

"Even though I don't even know what I did," I heard her mumble.

Now, I don't know who had the type of clout on Ellen to make her even say those words, but the fact that she was even doing so pleased me. Though, seeing her face more puffed than it should be was rather awkward.

"And who told you those buttering lines to use?" I asked.

"...no one, Sir,"

"You know I could punish you harder if you're lying to me," I told her. She seemed to quickly take that into account.

"I lost a pirate's bet with your mother. She...told me to go apologize. I came up with the apology on my own," she answered.

Well, cast me off the side and call me bait. "I see. I be surprised you followed through with it,"

A suck of her teeth was Ellen's brief response. "I was...am a businesswoman, Sir. I might be an underhanded bitch, but I do honor the deals I make. Plus, it would be rather hard to hide from her and you on this ship for the rest of the voyage,"

She wasn't wrong.

I fully faced my beautiful smartmouth and patted my legs. She saw my unspoken invitation and quickly moved. Soon, I felt the warmth of her thighs on my own as she kicked off her shoes, and her ass laid on my legs.

"Tell me, do you think I should punish you?" I asked.

"Aside from the thought that I might have upset the witch at turning her gunslinger into a two-legged toad, then I don't think so. However, I've got no choice than to leave it to you, Sir." she returned without the usual spitfire.

We sat like this for a time. I made no moves to touch Ellen aside from the contact we had already established and she seemed oddly content to not speak of this.

"Tell you what, Ellen. Fetch me the writing quill and a piece of paper," I said. Ellen looked at me with a glare, but she quickly collected what I asked for and handed it to me before returning to her seating arrangement on my thighs.

I wrote on the piece of paper and then folded it before handing it to the Sothshore. "If you feel like you need to be punished then give that to Liara. Tell her to box what's on this list. If she asks you what for, then be sure to tell her. If you don't feel like you need to be punished, then just go back to your quarters,"

"What? Too tired to do it yourself, Sir?" she joked, or at least I believe she did.

I swear by the seas I must have been drunk because I heard my lips answer.

"Yes,"

The last thing I remember was Ellen's level-headed gaze. My mind was not with the rest of the events surrounding me. All I knew was that the piece of paper had left my hands and Ellen had left my thighs and my quarters.

Two hours passed me by before I surmised that Ellen would not be returning. I couldn't say I was surprised or disappointed. I'm not sure my current thoughts allowed me to toy with Sothshore like I probably wanted.

So, I placed my boots back on and headed outside and into light, yet falling rain.

As soon as I stepped out, I noticed some of the crew giving me awkward glances. Even a grunt with no schooling could understand why. Everyone merely tended to their work without any further complaint. I would like to say it was because of the serious weather, but I'm sure I know the real reason.

As I turn my head, I notice the second shift helmsman speaking to my mother over the rain. She noticed me and quickly walked over to me. "Eric, we will be reaching the shores of Hilvir in another five hours. One of the adventurer groups wishes us to disembark there for at least two days. The helmsman says that the storm will pick up again and we might all be sailing for the deep abyss if we continue. Your command?" she asked.

Now, I could say that the weather was what I decided to make it. Still, I did wonder what this adventurer group would have to do in Hilvir. As far as I recall, the only interesting things in that land were fatted boars and the fresh fish. The ship still had more than enough food, but something made my nose itch for a journey no matter how brief it was. In addition, I think a few moments off the ship would do everyone some good.

"Fine, plot a course for Hilvir. Be sure to send this group to me before we disembark. I want to know why this wasn't brought up before we set sail," I said. My mother nodded and walked back to the helmsman.

I will say that this detour didn't bother me as much as my voice probably made it sound. We were already ahead of the timeframe that I had plotted in my head due to great winds and strong tides.

Once my mother was finished telling the helmsman my orders, I quickly took her to the stern of the ship. When I was sure we were alone, I faced her.

"I don't say sorry very often, mother, but it be an appropriate time to say so to you. My earlier outburst was uncalled for. I...,"

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, Eric. I'm not some soft-skinned sheep that can't take a shout or two. Thanks anyway," my mother said. She lightly punched my arm before going to return to her duties.

I laughed.

"Perhaps i should thank you. Making that bet with Sothshore got me a few good moments of bliss," I returned.

My mother looked back at me and frowned. "What bet? I was too busy laughing at the bitch's pufferfish face to make bets. Besides, after dealing with you, she'd know better than to make a bet with a Drakclaw," my mother replied before she removed herself from the back of the ship.

I be honest, I wasn't sure what to say to that.

"LAND HO, CAP'N! The Cliffs of Hilvir!"

Five hours passed by in a blur for everyone when the crow's nest sounded the alert to us all. By this time, the rain was coming down even harder than before. As exciting as this was, I don't think everyone wanted to be out here for much longer.

The ship was pulled into a lifeless shore dock and the anchor was hoisted down. Several crewmembers tied the ship down through the heavy storm before retreating back into the ship. I had Liara supply the crew with several firestones for the warmth of quarters. I'd rather no one be sick from the storm.

I sat in my quarters looking upon a map and journal while my mother laid on my bed with a book on materials and metals in front of her.

"Can't make heads or tails of this stupid dwarven shit. There are over 1,000 materials in this damn book and I have to choose ten for weapon-crafting? I haven't even heard of most of these," she said.

I had tasked my mother with crafting her own weapons from the list of materials present. Naturally, I would pay to have them built, but this was something I had done for all my crew at least once.

"Every famous pirate has a weapon that makes them stand out, mother. If you're to be a queen of the sea, then you'll need one or two as well," I replied.

My mother was silent for a moment before speaking. "Your tongue must be made of silver and gold, Eric," was her response.

"Sir,"

"Fuck off, Sir!"

I laughed at her while I continued my work. Fortunately, or unfortunately, depending on who be asking, my work was ceased when there came a knock on the door.

"Enter," I said.

The door opened.

I turned around and there stood Ellen with a wooden box in her hands. Her eyes resembled those of a raven. She looked everywhere except for me. I also noticed that her hair was dripping wet. So were her clothes. It's not an easy walk from her quarters to mine.

I think I was so focused on Ellen that the opening and closing of the door behind her surprised me. It was only then that I noticed my mother was gone. Now, there be only me and the second woman I had recruited into my crew.

"You're late," I said.

"You didn't give me a timeframe,"

"So you think it's good to make me wait?"

"You...said it was my decision. Look, will you just take the damn box already? It's pissing me off enough that I'm standing here!"

I could tell that even though her voice had some fire behind it, there was no true steel for the fire to burn. It be not so hard to think that maybe she's like this because her mind took her back to what happened back on Draegnar.

"You do realize what you coming here signals to me, aye?"

Ellen lowly growled. "Aye, Sir."

"Look at me when I speak!" I exclaimed.

Her head snapped towards me and her eyes bore into mine.

"Yes, Sir!" she said a bit clearer.

I pushed myself away from my chair and walked towards her. The creak of my floor must have sounded like drums to us both.

"Then tell me why you're in my quarters," I said.

"I...I'm here to be punished, Sir," she replied.

I chuckled. "Well, that's obvious. But, do you know why you're being punished?" I asked.

"Cause you're a piece of shit?" she asked.

I think my laugh that followed unnerved her a bit because she suddenly seemed very unsure of her own position.

"Good guess, but no. Try again. Remove the sass this time," I ordered. I pointedly ignored the suck of teeth that I heard.

"Well, I don't fucking know what I did. I would assume I did something you didn't like, but I can't read the crazy shit that goes through your head,"

I faced her. "Strip," I ordered.

She blinked. "What?"

"I'm going to count to ten. If I don't see you naked in front of me by the time I'm done, I'll be more than happy to make you wish you lost that fight earlier," I told her. Her body visibly shivered and I don't think she knew my method of reinforcing that threat. So, I'm sure she decided not to test me.

"One...,"

"Two...,"

"Three...,"

By the time I reached ten, Ellen Sothshore stood before me naked as the day she was born, though certainly much more developed than then. Her face was red with embarrassment as her clothes laid on the floor. I could see bruised spots around her chest, stomach, and legs from her battle earlier. A few spots of ointment told me what she had been doing if she returned to her quarters.

"Spin around for me. Slowly," I said.

As I desired, so Ellen did. She slowly allowed me to feast upon her with my eyes. From her swollen breasts and pointed nipples to her warm thighs, shaven pussy, and firm ass, I got the full view as she turned to face me once more.

"Now do you know why you're being punished?" I asked.

"No, Sir,"

Once she said that I walked over to the wooden box.

"Hands behind your back,"

Nervously, Ellen pulled her arms until her hands were where I wanted them to be. Then, from the box, I pulled out a long, thin piece of rope. I grabbed Sothshore's arms and began to tie them. Each slip of the rope tickled her skin and riled her nerves. Yet, true to form, she didn't move as I bound her arms hard enough to make her wince in pain.

"UGH!" she groaned as I made sure she felt the sliding sting of the ropes on her skin and my strength that had fueled its power.

After I tied her arms, then came her legs. It be not so surprising that I enjoy interacting with my women in such a way. I had done this long before I had even known who my beloved was. The thresholds of pain and pleasure, of death and life, satisfied me so. Perhaps that is why I became a pirate. I be a submissive bastard to the whims of adventure and glory. I be big fish entranced by the pain and the pleasure. I now had the confidence to say that Ellen, my dear, sweet business wench, was of the same mold. She just did not know it yet.

Once I tied her legs together, I stood behind her. I then grabbed her neck and her left breast in my palms. The hot air flowing from her throat and through her teeth made me as hard as steel.

"Do you know why you're being punished? It's because you're an unbearable slutty tavern wench that enjoys the eyes of bastards and bitches on her. Did you think it would pass beneath my gaze?" I asked.

I squeezed Ellen's luscious globe even harder. Her breath hitched in her throat and came out as a rough moan. "What the fuck are you...GUH!" Ellen wailed as my hand removed itself from her throat and smacked her bottom cheeks with a fiery palm. The impact bounced its sounds around my quarters.

"Did I say you could speak? Answer me, you depraved slut!"

SMACK!

"AHHH!" Ellen moaned and even I could feel the ripple of pleasure swim from her body and into my hands. Her nipples grew hard and stiff against my fingers. I resisted the urge to grind my cock up against her lovely bum. Instead...

SMACK!

SLAP!

CRACK!

"UGH! ARGH! N-No, Sir. You...ugh...didn't say I couldn't...GAH...s-speak!" she responded.

My hand stopped just short of striking her again and I leaned my lips close to her ear. "Imagine, the body of one of the sexiest bitches to ride the great seas, one exclusively for my view, was seen by so many men and women. I bet their lustful gazes drove you harder than your fight did," I whispered into her ears.

Sothshore's bound hands wiggled as hard as they could, but they couldn't undo the bonds I had placed.

"I...I didn't...,"

"I bet you did! How many cocks do you think be firing into the cold air thinking of you? Imagine them thinking of these glorious treasures that they wish they could grasp as if they be clutching hundreds of golden coins! Imagine them wishing they could place their hard-worked fingers between this flowing valley of female lust!"

It be true too. The pictures I be painting in Sothshore's mind had her pussy beginning to quiver and shiver. I could sense the trail of juice flowing down her leg.

"Look at you, staining my floor like a whorehouse's property!"

"S-Shut up! That bitch Diane was also...UGGGGGGGGH!" Ellen made a noise between a growl and a swoon as I roughly pinched one of her nipples.

I flicked my tongue up Ellen's earlobe and gently nibbled over it. "This isn't about Burnwood. This is about you being a tease to this ship like a siren hoping to sink our vessel into the depths of Davy Jones' Locker! Need I remind you that only I be worthy to feast eyes upon you? You be mine! Now, and forever!" I said.

My want, nay my pure need to possess Ellen, body, and soul, dropped from my voice. Reason had left me. I began kissing her collarbone while my hands and fingers fondled her breasts and her swollen nipples. Each pinch expertly released electricity through her body. I could tell because of the way her nails gently scratched my stomach.

With my right hand, I slid my fingers down her stomach until they reached her pussy. Even I was surprised at the stream being scooped into my waiting palm.

"Look at this!" I said, holding my hand to her eyes. Her breathing quickened when she saw the sticky residue from her salivating cavern.

"I bet you're thinking of sucking the cock and tits of every sailor on this ship,"

"I...haaa...I...don't," Ellen refuted me.

"I think you do," I told her. I removed my hands from her nipples and her pussy. Then, I walked around her surveying my deep. Her eyes were clouded with visible lust. Her thighs squirmed against each other and I bet her tips could cut my window glass with them being so hard.

I sat on my bed.

"On your knees, wench!"

Ellen glared at me but she dropped to her knees and sat in front of me. Sweat fell from her face and she looked deliciously appetizing. I'm quite tempted to forgo this Hilvir short trip just so I can make fuck Ellen when we reach the shores of Delverhold.

"Now, turn around. You say you be nothing thinking such perverse thoughts. Then show me such evidence. Lift your ass to me," I demanded.

A growl, Ellen turned around and lifted her ass and pussy towards me. Just as I expected to see, her bottom was red from my hands and the long flow of desire was trailing down in such quantities that I could feel up a cup if I were holding one.

"You made a mess of my floor. Clean it up!"

"I'd need my hands and a rag for that honor, Sir!" she fired back.

"Then I'd suggest you use your natural rag,"

Now, orders such as this I had only begun doing slowly. As much as I loved Sothshore and sought to truly possess her, I also held a firm grasp of her dos and don'ts. She still be a straight prideful bitch and she would be that way until the day she died. No, but it was easy to see that over the many weeks that we had been together, she had begun to truly defer to my will. Many weeks together had led up to this.

All those weeks led up to her sticking out her tongue and licking her savory fluids from my floor. She panted and huffed as I watched her pussy twitch in debased joy. A quiver there, a shudder there, my throat felt dry. Seas, I wanted to suck up all of that succulent fluid. Just the sound of her heavy breath licking and lapping over my floor drove me wild.

"Look at you, Sothshore. A mighty businesswoman of the great seas, her face on the floor with her tongue slipping of her own wine as if it be the last she will ever get. And you would dare to tell me that you weren't feeling excited by those lusty gazes upon you?" I asked her.