Love At Sea: De La en Glässer

Poor Cockerell dear

But he did not stop there. He rubbed harder till he felt his whole body quiver and quack with excitement. If he could get the lassy alone, he could teach her a few things, pay her for her silence. He could bet the captain could not handle a woman the way he could. He cleaned the last of the creamy substance from himself and waited for the warm breeze to cool him down. Though he was not in a hurry to place himself back, as a matter of fact, he was just beginning.

Bernadette awoke to a soft breath on her neck. Sunlight bathed her face and for a short moment she seemed lost. A hand moved an inch on her waist, and she jerked up alarmed. "Heavens you could kill a man if you woke like that." She blushed as she admired the half nude captain. Even she had taken the liabilities of removing the bunds around her breasts and that was something the captain was ever grateful for. "I am sorry." Macmillan got out and stretched. "I guess it was the wakeup call I needed. Go get yourself ready and then break your fast, I am sure you are hungry." The tingling feeling was there again, and Bernadette had to hold her lower stomach to keep from bubbling up with excitement. It was a new experience, one that brought her alive, though she knew of the works between a man and woman in bed and where he entered, she was yet to experiment.

She stood up lazily and unashamedly jiggled her full chest. The captain's gaze was locked on her. "Lassy." He hoped his voice was strong but what came out was passion filled. He turned for his wash basin and splashed cold water to his face. The urge in his pants was not going down anytime soon and he needed a destruction one big enough to take his mind from her large bosom. By the time he was fully dressed, it was a quarter past nine. He was late, though he could not fault himself for trying to catch up with resting, he was human after all. Bernadette came out of the bathroom this time dressed in proper clothes. The shirt was well fitted and so were the pants, though they brought out the perfect roundness of her bottom. He urged himself not to take notice of her feminine parts. Laid, he needed to get himself laid, once that happened, he would be free, he promised himself. "Shall we?" He stretched out his hand for her. Gingerly she took it.

There was a lightness to her step, something she had not had in a long time. Even the crew looked at her differently. Probably it was the new but old clothes. The corset hugged her body well that she felt relief she was not bounding her chest area. "Cap'n?" They both stopped at the sound of Cockerell's voice. He removed his hat and bowed before them both, something he could swear he had never done. "If ye could be a moment. The letter sir, I 'ave nah yet opened it 'n bein' the er-" His gaze fell on the eager lassy, her gaze solely on him intending to hear the fullness of his request. "Cap'n?"

Macmillan looked down at the woman, she still had his attention on Cockerell and he wanted it on himself. "Go break your fast." He whispered. It took Bernadette all her strength not to ask the man to continue in his speech, he did seem nervous as she had noticed. "Yes I will." It took a moment of hesitation to free her hand from his. Her steps were light as she walked on the wooden floor under the hot sun. "Cap'n-" "Wait Cockerell she is still here." Macmillan searched around his crew and saw the faded pink of a man's shirt. "I said down in the kitchens not behind the barrels."

Bernadette stepped out of her hiding place, a grumpy look on her face. She sneaked out her tongue and then descended the stairs below deck. A slow hum filled her head. "Cockerell what can I do for you?" The man pulled out the sealed letter from his pockets. The only thing written on it was his name. "Cap'n I am blunt wit' ye, me readin's a bit." Macmillan slapped the man on the back. "No need to worry yourself mate. I will help you." Macmillan used a butter knife to make a tear on the envelope. The little paper came following out.

Cockerell,

yer proud beauty 'n son are dead. They died t' a fever a few months back.

Marie.