Page 154 of Storm over the Caribbean
“Don’t you play innocent with me, Mr Rikkard Ambrose! Your competitors! They have no clue their pet pirates have turned on them, haven’t they?”
“Indeed. So…” Mr Ambrose let his voice trail off. There was never any such thing as a smile on Mr Rikkard Ambrose’s face, but if I didn’t know better, I would have said there was just the hint of one sparkling in his icy eyes.
“So?” I prompted.
He met my eyes with his own deep, dark, sea-coloured orbs. “So why don’t we pay them a visit?”
Grabbing hold of the back of my neck, he bent down to me in the blink of an eye and pressed a fast, ferocious kiss onto my lips. He kissed me and kissed me and kissed me until my toes curled and my limbs went limp. This kiss…it was unlike any I had felt before. He didn’t take my mouth. He didn’t claim my mouth. Heplunderedmy mouth, without hesitation or inhibition.
Oh my…I should have made him become a pirate much earlier!
When Captain Rockface finally decided to break the kiss and step away, he left me breathless and almost unable to move. But then…I wouldn’t need to move for the foreseeable future, wouldn’t I? We would be travelling by ship.
Unable to resist, I brushed my lips against his. “Shall we?”
His eyes bored deep into mine once more, promising death to his enemies and delirious pleasure to his ship’s cook.
“We shall.”
***
“Ship ahoy! Ship ahoy to starboard!”
The crew on the merchant ship froze in mid-motion. From inside the superstructure came a grumbling sound and, moments later, the door to the captain’s cabin flew open, revealing a pudgy man with a bald head as shiny as a cue ball.
“What the hell is all the noise about?” the captain growled. “I was just catching a good nap! Can’t a man get five minutes of rest around here?”
“But, Captain, look! There!” One of the sailors rushed to the railing, pointing to the west. There, a ship was visible at the horizon, slowly growing larger. “It’s coming straight towards us!”
“Huh? How can that be?” Frowning, he strode over to the sailor. “There’s no trade route that way. Just a maze of tiny islands. What…”
Shielding his eyes against the sunlight, he tried to make out the distant ship more clearly—and failed.
“Oy!” Glancing up, he shouted to the man in the crow’s nest. “Do your bloody job! Tell me what kind of flag that thing is flying!”
“Aye aye, Sir! Right away, Sir!”
A moment or two passed, and then…
“S-sir! Sir, we…!”
“What?”
“We’ve gotta turn around! Right now! Turn the ship around and return to port!”
The captain scowled. “Who the hell do you think you are to give me orders?”
“B-but Sir—”
“Shut your trap!”
“Sir, they’repirates!”
The captain froze. All colour drained from the faces of the sailors around him. One of them, who was scrubbing the deck, slipped on a wet patch and slammed butt-first onto the planks.
“P-pirates?” The first mate stammered. He whirled to his captain. “We’ve got to go! We—”
“Ha! Ha! Hahahaha…!”
