A warm salty breeze blows through the window. Inside the Captains quarters, A man laughs heartily as you hear the cruel crack of something wood against something flesh and soft. A whimper escapes a young red-haired girl on her knees, locked in irons wearing nothing but a leather harness, a collar, and a leather muzzle. She continues her work scrubbing the floor of her Masters quarters. You can see in her eyes that the cruel slap was not punishment, but pleasure in knowing she is doing just what her Master wants. She like most girls on this boat are here for just that very same thing.
The Captain picks up his hat, his musket, and his sword. He straps them to his chest, pulling them tight. He turns to look into the polished metal mirror, he adjusts his reddish brown beard, separated in sections and braided up with Celtic and Gaelic runes, beads, and other jewels. Hes slides his hand over his fresh shaven scalp and smiles. Placing his hat on his head he turns to his first mate.
Amelia, standing at least six foot five inches, raised aboard the Cannabis Queen after being rescued from some deep dark place in the amazon. She is the Captains daughter, warrior, champion and one hell of cruel First mate.
“Shave g’d t ya lik’n Capt’n?” She asks, in her usual gruff voice.
“Aye Lia just fine. Make sure the girl gets a lil extra for it.” The Captain says.
“Aye Capt’n, We puttin to port this morning. Porta Spain.” She continues to talk about the days tasks as they walk out of the cabin.
Its a bright sunny day, the sea air is warm and windy. On deck are about 20 -30 girls working to bring the sails down, moving things off an on the boats. As some pass they salute, say hello, some with their hands full just nod. Then from behind come the thundering steps of Irish, The Half Giant.
“Oye! Capt’n Mornin te ya!” he calls out. Captain turns to greet the big man, and before he can get a word out the giants arms are wrapped around him and lifting him up into the air.
“Oh you big bastard!! Put me …. ” The giant gives him a squeeze and the Captain starts to turn blue. And then suddenly he’s laying on the ground after being dropped.
“Oh broda, you kno we’s kin, and Argo excit’d ta see broda!” He says smiling.
The Irishman is a good soul, overgrown, and underdeveloped a little. He has the heart of a warrior. And has been taken care of since he was little by the Captain. The big man also handles all the live stock on the boat. The Captain takes a walkway down to the dock. Once there he is greeted by the harbor master, a crooked wretched man, as most usually are.
“Hello Sir … “The harbor master starts with.
“Captain Edward La’Ganja. And this is my boat The Cannabis Queen.” he says. “And Captain La’Ganja, what be ye business in Port of Spain?” He smirks and winks at the man.
“What do you think I’m here for? Wine, Women, Food, Women, Rum, Women… I think you get the idea. Yes?” La’Ganja says. “Very well, Just keep outta trouble and ye wo’t be bothered by the local law. Tho if one like ye look’n fo exotic flavoring ye best pay the constable a visit first. Then ye sure ta find what ye looking for.” The harbor master says and walks away.
La’Ganja, Lia and the twins, two four foot Vietnamese girls, trained in deadly martial arts and badassity. Dressed in red and black tight form fitting silks, with swords and daggers within reach at any moment. The Captain doesn’t expect trouble, but he just loves having them around, these girls were also rescued by him as are most of the girls of the crew. The party of four proceed off the dock and through some windy back streets and onto the main road of the port.
The stone cobble streets are filled with all sorts of trash, miscreants, pickpockets, drunks, lewd woman hanging from the balconies trying to bring the cocks to the hen house. Its a lively place. The further away you get from the docks the more refined the surroundings become. The Captain and his escorts reach the constables house, The courtyard gates are close, but the man in the booth begins to reel in the gate.
Stepping into the courtyard, They are approached by a servant holding a try of wine and glasses, he pours the party a drink and escorts them to the main house. The Captain takes a swig of the wine that was offered, he smiles in surprise.
“That is some very good wine you have.” The servant bows
“Thank you Sir, the Master has his own vineyard and imports his wine here.” Amelia takes note.
“And how much does your Master import regularly?” The Captain asks.
“I wouldn’t know Sir. You’d have to speak with my Master about that.” The servant says. “My apologies.” He says as he extends his arm ushering the party thru the door. The doors close behind them with a very solid thud.
Moments later a young naked girl comes walking around the corner. She greets the party,
“Good evening, Sir. Please follow me, My Master has been expecting you.” She turns and begins to walk down the long hallway.Music fills the air, and you can hear laughter, moaning, and some screaming coming from the deeper parts of the house.
“Sounds like a party to me.” The Captain whispers to Lia. They enter the large living area with a long red carpet trimmed in gold up to the Master’s seating area. Along the path are dozens of girls bound, gagged, and suspended in multiple positions, as well as pieces of furniture holding up table tops of all sorts of foods and sweets.
“Captain La’Ganja it is a pleasure to see you again!” A young slender man, sitting in a mahogany throne seeing his guest arrive he stands and walks toward them to greet his friend.
The man is a joyful sort, with an extremely sadistic streak and a snapdragon temper. He took over his fathers business at a very young age, and has never had a father figure in his life, making him a rather dangerous business partner. The Captain however seems to have a way with the young man, and have been friends with him for awhile now.
“Don Juan,” He bows “How many times must I tell you to call me Edward. Haven’t we known each other long enough to leave the titles behind.” He takes a seat next to the Don. And the two engage in business as they watch the performers, they drink wine well into the morning hours.
The next morning Edward and his escorts walk through artisan streets, the dozens of vendors, small stalls, and salesmen shouting of their wares. Some of the Captains crew are also wandering the streets. They get to the center of the market area, there is a large man shouting out and holding a slave up by her arms as she dangled like a ragdoll. “Sold for three hundred gold!!”
“Next we have a delightful lil flower. From the sands of the desert, a young Arabian princess. Starting at one thousand gold pieces!” The crowd goes wild, The Captain stops and watches as the prices keep going up. The bidding ends and a hooded figure pays the clerk.
The bells in the clock tower begin to chime, the pigeons scatter. And suddenly the man paying for the Arabic girl, falls forward and off the stage dead. Edward looks quickly to the clock tower, then back to the stage just in time to see the girl sneak away in all the chaos. Lia see’s the girl as well and they both move intercept the girl. Fights break out amongst merchants as people start to steal and run in all the commotion.
The young Arabic girl is racing towards the docks as fast as she can, Tossing off rags, and picking up cloths hanging around, trying to blend into the crowd as quickly as she can. She slows down to catch her breath and begins to walk calmly through the streets now. Darting into alleyways and back onto the next street. Dodging guards in their noisy chain mail and steel plated armor. She stops in an alley, Some little kids cower in the corner, they look hungry.
She crotches low to the ground, looks down one way and then the other. She crawls along the ground real slow, making sure not to arouse suspicion. She reaches into her pocket, while exchanging cloths, she was making sure to exchange some coins for her needs in her escape. She hands a few coins to the lil girl, her hands shake from the cold. The girl starts to cry but fights to hold them back.
“It is sad how the world of cruelty comes so early to some of us?” Edward says, watching the young woman show kindness to the children. She stands up quickly.
“Isn’t it, Princess Nabeela?” The young girl stammers a bit. “You know my name?” She whispers.
“Yes my dear Princess I do, I’ve been sent to find you.” Edward says, handing her some clean cloths, he then turns his attention to the children.
“Would you like to travel on a big ship and see new places?” They smile and nod, he stands and motions to Lia to help the children.
They hear the city guards coming down the street. “We must hurry, this way.” Edward says as he leads the group through the city streets and allies til they get to the harbor docks and safely sneak everyone aboard. As they make their way on deck, He smiles at the children. One little girl about 11 and her brother about 8. “What are your names little ones?”
“My name’s Ramlah, and this is my lil brother Mudar.” The girl says shyly.
“Well Ramlah and Mudar, welcome to your new home. Now these lovely girls here are going to help get you cleaned up and into some much better clothing. Are you hungry? Yes I bet you are. Well You just ask for anything and my amazing chef, Ginny, will make it for you.” Edward smiles at them and they are shuffled off with a couple of the older children of the boat. He turns to the Princess.
“And you my dear, Shall be escorted to my private chambers where you too will be allowed to freshen up for this evening. I must make preparations to set sail, so if you would please excuse me.” And with a wisp of wind she is also shuffled below deck.
There is some yelling starting to taking place down on the docks. The Captain walks over to see what’s taking place. Down below there seem to be a few of the cities guards yelling at some of the ships crew. The girls have been instructed not to let anyone on. He takes a slow walk down to the dock.
“EXCUSE ME! GENTLEMEN!! What seems to be the problem here.” The Captain asks. The officers and woman stand at attention.
“Captain this man means to board the Queen forcefully.” one of the woman say.
“Is this true?” Captain asks the soldiers.
“Sir we have suspicion that you have a stowaway on your ship. And we’ve been ordered by the Don to search and seize your ship if needs be.”
Captain smiles and says, “Please by all means, you two and you two only may search this ship. I don’t see the harm in taking a look around.” He welcomes them aboard. “Oh on one condition gentlemen, You leave your weapons here. And if needs be we will restrain the stowaway for you. Agreed?”
“Agreed Sir. Thank you for your corporation.” The guard says.
“I’m sure you will want to start with the upper deck first. My ship is rather large with 4 crew decks, 3 cannon decks and then the live stock area. You could be here all night.” The Captain starts to explain. “Or you can come to my cabin, sit with me drink wine, have your pick of ladies. And we call your investigation over for the night?” The guards look at themselves and start to laugh, they turn back to the Captain and laugh. They all start laughing together and walk up to his cabin.
A mouse scurries down the stairs around the bend and down into the lower chamber, fleeing from his life from the 15 pound Siamese death machine. Enter Psyko, the terror of the wharf rats at sea!.. lands just inches behind the mouse and slams her paw down on the tail of her pray. The mouse squeals for its life but falls on deaf hungry ears as the cat snaps it up and into its mouth and starts to walk down into the crew quarters, with the mouse’ tail dangling outside its mouth.
Psyko proceeds to walk through one of the girls area’s of the ship, there is silk hanging from the ceilings, large round beds with pillows all over them, Each one able to be joined or separated into rooms for more private affairs. She continues to scurry through the rooms, under and between ladies legs, up and over beds, pillows and maneuvering every obstacle that comes at her. Finally she reaches her destination. Her Mistresses chamber, Black silk hanging from the ceiling covering a large area near the bow of the ship.
The cat slips under the silk and up onto the pillows, slowly climbing towards where her Mistress is sleeping, she gets closer and closer. “Psyko what do you have now?” Her Mistress calls. The cat meows and jumps onto her bed and walks towards the end of it. She lays down and the woman comes closer, the cat opens her mouth and produces the mouse, not quiet dead but scared into playing dead.
“Oh Psyko, you silly cat. Such a good hunter you are. Aren’t ya? Well go on you can have it.” She says and returns to her mirror.
Enter The Mistress Miakonda, five foot six on heels, like some of the other girls aboard she is a neko, She has the ears and tail of Siamese cats as well. However this woman packs a little surprise in the pants however. Born mostly female from the waste up, Mistress Miakonda was born well equipped. She looks into the mirror applying her make-up. She is young, Asian looking, dressed in a silk kimono of a dark green and silver. She is the trainer of all the new pleasure slaves they have aboard the ship.
There is some laughter growing on the other side of the deck, Mia slips into her sandals and proceeds towards the laughter. There are a bunch of girl gathered around one of the bathe area, crowding up towards the opening trying to sneak a peak. Mia calls out and starts spreading the girls out. In the wash area are two kids, 4 woman trying to hold them both down, and two others trying to wash. Mia whistles loudly.
“What is going on here!!” Mia shouts, everyone in the room instantly shuts up, the kids stop screaming as they look up and see this woman with cat ears and a tail, never seeing such a thing before. “Why are you two thrashing about so much? Have you never had a bath before?” She asks.
“No ma’am, we’ve always just stood out in the rain.” Ramlah says very timidly trying to cover herself. “And for your brother too I assume?” She looks up and sees all the girls still starring.
“What are you all doing, Get back to whatever it is. You don’t need to be here. Some of you remember how scary this was for you. Now Shoo!” She shouts, and the girls scatter like roaches.
Mia kneels next to the bath tubs, “Lemme guess, This big tall, dark man talked to you,” she reaches down and picks up a cloth, shewing the other women away, dips the cloth into the bath.
“He said something and then you were brought here by some nice people? Yes?” she ask as she washes the boy’s face.
“Yes Ma’am, They said we were going to be taken care of.” Ramlah says quietly.
“We aren’t going to be sold are we?” Mia looks to the girl, “Oh my dear no no. Captain would never do that.” She gets up leaving the wash cloth for the boy to play with.
She walks over to the girl, picks up some lilac leaves and sprinkles them into the water. She sits on a stool her tail swishes back and forth behind her.
“The Captain is a very good man. He was once left behind with some very cruel unforgiving people. They made him do things that no one should be made to do. And once the Captain was strong enough he fought for his freedom, and still is. So now he helps any and all orphans or mistreated slaves that he can.” She smiles and starts to wash the girls hair.
“So he won’t hurt us?” Ramlah asks.
She laughs softly, pouring water slowly into her hair, taking a brush and gently combing through it. Taking some soap and working it into her hair. “No dear girl, He hasn’t hurt any of us. He just ask that we all do our part to keep this home running. Some girls come some girls stay. Boys however, they leave the ship at 18. Captain takes care of them, but he feels men should always find their own way in life. Well unless of course that boy is a slave then that’s different.” She pours warm water over the girls hair.
Up on deck the Captain is shouting orders and the crew is scurrying around getting the ship underway. As the ship gets untied from the dock and it starts to drift away from the dock, which is now starting to fill up with more and more guards. They are shouting for the ship to come back. Some small sails come down to grab some wind and give the ship some more speed towards open water. The Captain stands on deck still shouting orders.
Two ships from the left and right of the harbor start heading towards the harbor mouth. The Cannabis Queen’s main sails drop and the whole ship lunges forward picking up speed. This 400 foot behemoth ship may look slow, but when she catches the wind just right she sails like the wind. The front rises up further into the air, and crashes back down into the sea the more she moves the greater she starts to fly. The crew aboard start to sing in unison as they make for open water. The two ships trying to close in are merely waved at as they pass by. The crew cheers and continues to sing as they slip into the night.
“Take the helm Lia, You’ve got the night’s watch.” He looks at her with a stern glare. “Make sure the crew are squared away, lock everything down. Keep your eye out for anything. You know the drill.” He says, placing his hat upon his head.
“Aye Captain, And only if the ship be sink’n be ye wak’n.” Lia says smugly.
He turns around and heads towards his cabin. Inside the room is filled with all sorts of trinkets hanging from the ceiling, shrunken head, monkey paws, any manner of mythical ingredient it could sure be found in this room. The room opens up there is a table with tubes, test beakers, glass vials, bones, and scattered about books open to spells and recipes of all sorts. He walks past checking a few readings on some contraption he’s working on.
He walks into the main room of his living quarters, This room is much larger and sunk in the center around a fire pit and a cauldron, along with other cooking utensils. Around the pit is a circular table that has fruits, vegetables, meats, cheeses, breads, anything you could think to eat there was a place for it on the table.
The Captain walks around picking up one thing and another and eating as he moved into his third room the largest of them all, this room doubles as his receiving room and bedroom.. there are two fire places in this room on opposite sides, one area has chairs tables, and is all set for dinning. He places his hat on the pole on the wall, and walks over to the dinning area. Where we find Miakonda and Princess Nabeela talking softly between themselves.
“Hello Captain,” Mia stands as does Nabeela. “Are we underway?” She asks.
“Yep, Out of the harbor and into the open sea. Princess we will have you home in no time. ” He nods with a smile.
“Thank you Captain, Very much for rescuing me. I owe you my life.” She says swoonishly.
“Well I was just doing what I was asked to do Princess, Your father was quiet generous. So what can you do? Cook? Clean? Wash? Sew? anything useful?” He starts to ask as he sits down at the table. A girl runs over and fills his wine glass, another runs over and whispers to him and he gives her a list and she scurries off.
“Well what it is Princess? Anything?” He says a little louder.
“Well I don’t know what you mean Captain. Skills why would I need skills?” She asks very brattishly.
“Well aboard my ship, royalty or not, everyone puts in a days work for their meal.” He states.
“Well I guess cooking.” She say timidly.
“Alright then, we will get you set up with Ginny our cook down below tomorrow. Welcome aboard the Cannabis Queen Princess. You’ll never forget this trip. Promise.”
They continue talking into the night…
The Stained Glass Shroom 