Chapter 6

Running full bore she leapt into the large man’s arms crying out his name, tears streaming down her face,

“Captain Jack, Captain Jack! How can you be here!”

Mary, I’ve come for you! I’ve never stopped loving you, and I loved you even more, and knew that you loved me when you freed me and my best men from the hangman!”

“Jack, I only just realized that I love you too! And Bosun, you look the same as you did except you cleaned up a lot!”

With more than a little alarm Major O’Donnell interrupted,

“You introduced yourself as John Archer, good sir! Please someone explain to me what is going on! Why is my daughter calling you Captain Jack! And you both proclaim your love for one another! Explain please!”

“Father, let’s sit and have our supper, I for one am starving!”

They all sat and a prayer of thanks was delivered by the Major, thanking God for the safe return of his daughter and for the food they were so blessed to have! Then Mary began to tell the story of the pirates,

“Father, John Archer is a name I gave him to save him and five of his men from being hung as pirates. His name was Captain Jack Hood and he along with his First Mate Evan Fuller overtook our ship The Midnight Princess, my handmaiden Gillian Fitzpatrick was so afraid she had me kill her with a pistol shot to her heart to escape the rape she was sure to have been subjected too. But the Captain and Mr. Fuller were understanding and perfect gentlemen, as were the five sailors I saved later. The rest of the crew were not as nice and they later hanged. Mr. Fuller died in the fight to save me and seven other girls from the pirates.

I told Captain Lopez of the Queen Isabella that Captain Hood was Captain John Archer who had been captured by the pirates and his riches taken. I also pointed to the five sailors who had been nice to me as being what was left of his crew. I suggested they be given the Captain’s boat and some of the treasure that had been stolen from him, and let him sail west to the American colonies of Great Britain. Captain Lopez did so and I have not seen him until tonight. It’s been almost ten years! I realized just moments ago that I love this man, whatever his name is!”

Captain Jack continued the story,

“I have kept the name of John Archer, and it has given me luck! We sailed to the west in the small boat, the winds were favorable and the sea was calm. We landed in the Colony of Virginia, with the gold Captain Lopez had given us, as well as a good amount we found in a bag on board the boat. The six of us bought a plantation that was in foreclosure by a bank. For a very good price we purchased four hundred acres of land, two hundred and fifty acres were cleared and planted in tobacco. It came with one hundred slaves, men and women, along with some children. I don’t hold with slavery but I couldn’t just free them either. One of the five men saved by Mary was a negro, he worked alongside the rest of us and did more than his share of the work. He became the foreman, and the slaves, while not free, were not beaten and raped as they had been under the previous owner.”

“We diversified the crops, and large vegetable gardens provide the food for our tables. Our black people eat the same food we eat, and they work hard knowing that they are being taken care of. Better houses were built, couples were married by myself as a sea Captain, though not strictly legal it was official enough. More acreage was cleared and planted. Cattle were raised and either sold or butchered for meat on our tables. Corn and Oats were planted and helped to expand our diet and fatten up the cattle and feed the horses.”

“We bought more slaves, primarily teenage girls and young women to provide opportunities for couples to form and be married. They were all amazed at the freedom they were given. We also bought more land, another four hundred acres adjacent to the acres we have were purchased. Our tobacco by carefully fixing different traits became sought after and always brought the highest price at auction. All this became much more lucrative than being a pirate ever had, and we didn’t have to worry about being hung!”

“But we all knew that someone was missing, the six of us would often talk in the evening about Mary, she had saved our lives and every day we tried to live up to who she would want us to be. We acted as we knew she would want us to act. We sometimes helped others who for one reason or another were down on their luck, in doing so we felt we were repaying Mary’s kindness in a small way. We shared equally in everything, the profits as well as the losses, thankfully the profits won out over the losses by a lot!”

“A year ago while sitting around our front porch, we were talking about Mary. Each of us shared a memory of something she had said, or that someone else had mentioned, as to where she had come from. After several evenings in this pursuit we narrowed her origin to the south of Spain within two or three days sailing from the Strait of Gibraltar. Then my Bosun’s Mate Bob Smith and I sailed for this area of Spain in search of your father Captain O’Donnell. It only took a week to locate him. Then we had to convince him to get you to come home! He wouldn’t just give us, strangers, your address. So he wrote you the letter saying he was on death’s door. And now here you sit!”

“So that brings me, her father to ask, what are your intentions regarding my daughter?”

“Major, I would like to ask you for your daughter’s hand in marriage! I will be happy to have her without a dowry, all I want is her!”

“I give you permission to ask her what her desire might be in that regard! I warn you, she is a very headstrong young woman and she will insist on getting her way quite often, just like her mother!”

Getting down on his knees, took her hands in his own and looking at Mary directly into her eyes,

“Mary, the Bosun and I have been searching for you for the better part of a year. We owe our lives to you, but more than that, you enabled us to become much more than we were, much more than we ever thought possible. But for all that we have accomplished there has always been a void, a spot that only you can fill. The men love you, but more importantly, I love you! And the void that most needs filling is the one in my heart! Will you marry me and fill that void?”

Mary thought quietly for a minute,

“I am flattered by your offer, but years have passed and we both have changed. You love the younger girl I used to be, and I loved the pirate and scoundrel that you were. I’ve only just arrived home this very day and while it is a pleasant surprise to find you here, alive, well, and even prosperous. I need time to become reacquainted with you, and see if a spark of love for you can be rekindled into the blaze it once was. Give me a few days, we will talk of old times and of the new times as well. My daughter is also a consideration. Her future is at stake as well. Her needs and desires must be taken into account.”

She needed to think and to talk things over with Josie, and she had some conditions that he would have to agree to. Not rebuffed in the slightest, John Archer used the next few days in becoming familiar with the older and considerably more experienced woman Mary was. He found that he loved the new and improved Mary even more.

On Mary’s part, she found the same basic man to be still a scoundrel and a rogue, but more refined, like a good vintage wine allowed to sit undisturbed for years until it became a great wine. His sense of humor, sometimes ribald in nature, was refreshing and so American. She found that the ember didn’t need to be fanned all that much!

Josie found John Archer to be funny and handsome. He had won her over within two minutes of meeting him. His stories about his plantation in Virginia entranced and excited her. She was firmly in favor of finding out what it was like first hand.

Mary had only one worry, how would John react to her love of other women, Josie in particular. So as women do the world over, and in whatever time period you might wish to address, Josie and her mother hatched a plan to find out!

After supper on the fifth day since the proposal, Mary asked John to have a hot beverage on the veranda. He chose coffee, while Mary preferred tea. They sat close together in companionable silence as the sun set on the mountains in front of them. Soon it began to get chilly as the sun’s warmth fled along with the light. Mary snuggled closer and soon they were kissing. The kissing led to some petting and of course the petting led to outright groping. In the interest of propriety they moved to Mary’s bedroom. Not long after the two renewed their acquaintance with the other person’s body in minute detail, fingers, lips and tongues explored an older version of the same body they had known ten years before.

Josie, watched and waited until John had entered her mother and was completely committed to the act of fucking Mary. Already naked she simply walked into the room and sat down on her mother’s face then placed her small tit with extended nipple into John’s, open in surprise, mouth. Surprised he was, but John was known for thinking quickly and adapting to new situations quicker still. He started sucking the girls tits and fucking her mother even harder.

He watched carefully after his orgasm as Josie ate his spend directly from the hole it had been deposited in. Soon the show put lead in his pencil once more and he found a warm, wet and very willing hole to put it in. It was tight and he didn’t last as long as he wanted, but she orgasmed along with him. Then he watched as Mary returned the favor and began sucking her adopted daughter’s pussy and eating his spend from it.

They continued to enjoy each other until John just couldn’t perform any more. He watched them continue on, even using ivory dildoes until he drifted off to very contented sleep. He woke the next morning sandwiched between the two beautiful women and came to the realization that they were a package deal and very likely they would want to have sex with other women. He concluded that he liked the idea, whether or not he was invited to join or not.

When the two women woke up he surprised them by telling them his conclusions and that he endorsed their needs without reservation and hoped they would marry him and come live on his plantation in Virginia. Two screams of joy pierced the still early morning air.

Wedding plans were made, and invitations sent. The wedding date had to take into account the travel time for the invitation to arrive and time for the invitees to arrange their affairs and time for them to travel to Spain. So the wedding date would have to be five months from the time they became engaged, September 14, 1683. They both decided that that was far too long of a wait. For one, John needed to get back to his plantation as quickly as possible! Another reason was that they just couldn’t wait that long to share a bed every night. If they tried to do so they would eventually be caught by someone and that would hurt her mother and father. They decided to be married at both places.

The wedding would be in four weeks, allowing time for invitations to be received and travel to Almeria accomplished. Her father and mother insisted on paying for a grand wedding at the Cathedral of St. John in Almeria, with a reception at her father’s house in Pechina. Over two hundred invitations were sent out.

They had preparations to make before they left for Virginia. One of the more important matters that had to be addressed was the acquisition of at least two girls to be Mary’s handmaidens. To find them and help someone at the same time, Mary went to the Debtor’s Prison in Almeria.

There were many reasons someone could end up in the debtor’s prison, defaulting on a debt was the primary one, but others were non payment of taxes, not tithing at the Church, and trespassing on private property. Often entire families were imprisoned and the parents became indentured until the debt, fine or taxes were paid in full.

At the prison she talked to the Warden, telling him what she wanted. Two girls from between the ages of fourteen to sixteen, they could be related or not. They should be at least pretty, and they had to be trainable. They could be any race, creed, or color. And they didn’t necessarily have to speak English.

He, the Warden, suggested that she go into the prison and mingle with the people and interview those that she might be interested in. But something in the warden’s countenance put Mary on edge. Her alarm bells were ringing inside her head.

Making sure that John and her father knew where she was going, and when to expect her back. Mary left for the prison. It was a minimum security prison, there was one guard at the main gate, and one roaming guard that would at various times walk the halls and grounds.

The Warden had hatched a plot to have his way with the extraordinarily beautiful young woman. He would admit her as a prisoner, then he would force her to do things that he wanted her to do. He could think of several things for her to do without having to think hard, well something would be hard!

When she was escorted into his office he told the guard to wait outside but to be prepared to rush in to help subdue the new prisoner. Then he turned to Mary and said,

“All prisoners are required to be searched before entering the prison. Do you have anything to declare? If you are found to have any contraband on you, the punishment is severe!”

“I am not a prisoner, I am visiting to find two girls as we discussed yesterday! I will not submit to being searched by you or any matron or guard.”

“Yes you will or you will be restrained and forcibly strip searched! And then you will have to satisfy not only me, but the guards that aid me in the search!”

“You’re going to regret this, you know! My father and my betrothed both know where I am. Do you know my father, Major O’Donnell of the King’s Guards?”

“We shall see my dear, we shall see! Let me open the gate so you can look for your girls.”

Mary walked in the gate and began searching for two cute girls, but it was going to be more difficult than she first thought. Everyone was dirty, hair was matted and stringy, their hair color was uniformly drab dirt colored. She couldn’t tell the difference between a blonde and a girl with black hair. And the smell, the smell of unwashed bodies permeated the air. As she walked another problem became apparent, they all looked the same, a look of desperation, a look of hopelessness, the look of defeat. No one would look her in the eyes! The fight had gone out of them. They sat in quiet forlorn acceptance of their fate. Whole families were imprisoned for not paying even small amounts, and would never be able to pay the amount owed because they were charged for the food they ate. So some of the girls and better looking women would sell their bodies to guards for extra food for their kids. Sometimes offering their kids to guards that like them young. Most of these people would never live to pay their debt, disease often swept through their ranks, preying on the young and the old, as well as the weak. Weak in spirit as well as physical weakness. She saw two dead people and watched three mothers giving blowjobs to guards.

Then, over three quarters of the way through the prison, she saw two girls, they were alone, it was as if they were lepers. She approached them, sitting down a few feet from them.

“Girls, how have you come to be in this place?”

They didn’t respond, it was as if they didn’t understand what she said! They were both very thin and they clung to each other, afraid of the beautiful woman that dared to sit by them.

A man approached Mary and said, “Why are you sitting with those whore Gypsies? They are the scourge of the earth!”

“They are human beings, just like you and I, their civilization goes back over a thousand years! I have a right, and an obligation to be able to talk to anyone I please! And I don’t need to waste my time talking to a bigot like you! Go away!”

Mary turned away from the old man as he shuffled away. Looking once again at the girls she said the same thing once again but rather than Spanish, she spoke in Romani!

“Girls, how have you come to be in this place?”

This time she got a reaction, both girls looked at her in shock! This red haired green eyed woman was definitely not a Gypsy! At first they were suspicious.