"The Grinning Shark, indeed..." Captain Herobad Gorwig lowered the spyglass, his hand coming to rest on the reeling at his hip. There was visible concern on his face.
"They are heading for us" Saltan Durn, his steersman stated the obvious, and the implication hung heavy in the air between them. The notorious pirate Rubion 'Red' Frezzen took no prisoners. "We need to turn around" A murmur was already passing through the ship's crew.
Herobad sighed, his free hand raising in a vague gesture that supposedly should have been an order of sorts. "Yes, we have to try ..." He knew very well though, that out here on the open sea there was no chance that his small merchant ship could outrun that vessel. They would all die today.
"I have heard Captain Red Frezzen is paying us a visit?"
Several heads turned. There, on deck quite close to them stood their newest crew member. How she had come up here noone had noticed, which was no wonder in that building panic. A pretty thing she was, and such enormous tits she had. which was why they had picked her up at the last port despite his usual 'no women' policy. Oleg, their fat cook, had shown her how things were run on this ship by dragging her into his cabin last night, and the whole crew could hear what he did to her there. If their situation were not so dire captain Gerwig would smile at that memory, and look forward to have her for himself one of the coming nights. But he would not live long enough for that.
"Yes, and if you are lucky he will let you live. Though you might wish you were dead by then ..."
"You worry to much, dear captain."
Where did that bitch get her confidence and cheery mood from? Herobad's fear was slowly replaced by anger. "Why, you think they will leave us alone when you flash your tits at them?"
"Something in that vein, yes." Her grin grew even broader and ... where did that huge sword come from she now held. It glinted golden in the sunlight. The captain fell silent.
~*~
The notorious pirate captain Rubion 'Red' Frezzen clutched his left side with his right hand, but blood still welled forth between his fingers. His sabre slipped from his grasp as his strength was fleeing him and if he weren't leaning against the wooden wall behind him he would crumble to the floor as well. His breath rasping heavily he looked at the figure standing across him. That babe with the huge sword. He had known he was in big trouble the moment she leapt across from that nutshell, and he had been right. In no time she had wiped out his whole crew. He was the last one standing, and he was swordsman enough to know that she had intentionally only nicked his side. But a nick with that weapon still hurt...
"What are you waiting for?" he defiantly spat at her.
"You need to know why you are dying."
"So?" his eyebrow rose.
"Five months ago you and your two accursed brothers banded together to raid the town of Parnheim up north. Many people died that day, and some were my family. Today
you pay for that, but don't worry. When I am done here I'll go after your brothers." He wanted to give a last defiant reply, but she made him shiver. There was no mirth in that grin, just an ice cold promise.
"And now that you know ..."
There was a golden flash of movement and the sword dug into his lower abdomen, neatly bisecting his genitals. His scream could be heard all the way to the merchant vessel.
~*~
The mysterious woman strode proudly across deck. She had just jumped back from the burning Grinning Shark, and her destination became soon apparent. The crew readily, fearfully parted as she headed straight for Oleg. And the big cook was white as chalk. "I ... I'm .... I'm sorry ... miss ..." he stammered as sweat broke out while he wrung his hands frantically. He remembered all too well what he had done to her, and now, after he had watched her massacre those pirates, he genuinely regretted that.
"Are you?" she had come to a halt, standing a mere two feet away from him, and her head tilted slightly as she cocked an eyebrow.
"Yes, yes, yes ..." There was true panic in his voice.
"Too bad for you ..." He gulped audibly "... since I demand the same service again. Right now."
"Please, no, pl .... WHAT??" Olegs eyes went wide, and his disbelief was shared by the whole crew.
"Fighting makes me horny, and you have shown that you can scratch that itch well." Her stare was still as stern, but there was a bemused wrinkle in the corner of her mouth. "So off to your cabin we go, before I change my mind! Unless you want to fuck me out here in the open."
"Ehhh... yes ... err no ... sure ..." The cooks brain still was struggling to process what had happened, but his instincts told him in round terms to do exactly what that strange woman wanted. As he hurriedly stumbled down the stairs leading to his cabin he sincerely hoped he would be able to perform.
~*~
"What is her name?" Captain Gerwig's question finally broke the silence that had settled over the ship after the pair had descended under deck.
"Who?" Saltan ended his own stupor and looked at his captain.
"The girl ..." he gestured towards the hold where she had disappeared. "The girl that saved all our asses today. What is her name again?"
"Oh her..." The steersman briefly scratched himself behind his ears. "Yaara, I think."
"Yaara" the captain murmured. "Yaara ... of the Waves ..."