Burning Hearts

Chapter Two-In love with a Pirate

Picture of  Pirate Lady Sara Harige; and Australian rock band 1927's hit 1988 song 'That's when I think of you', in the right in the MEDIA section.

Warning: It is rated PG for sex references. You must be 13 years and over to hear it.

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He came towards me.

His strong arms were around my breasts; his hands covered my small body, gently. His breath was fresh, and smelled of the Southern seas; his brown breeches were tight; his black boots gleamed with sweat, as I touched his chest with my right fingers.

"Kiss me!", I said.

"Aye, M'Lady!". He kissed my luscious mouth. I savored the passionate kiss; I savored the loving desire that he could do to me in his chambers.

"But it can't last!", said I.

"Nay, unless I come to port again, M'Lady. The time for adventure is fleeting. And, as I am a Pirate, I am not duty bound to be free from the Authorities".

My breasts heaved.

"I want to see you soon".

"Alas, M'Lady, that is impossible! I shall be at sea for six months. And to leave you alone...will be criminally...".

"I don't care!". He let me take me in the chamber bed. The red lace curtains were drawn close; the sunlight dimmed through the ship's bow.

And, after we satisfied our passion, he kissed me once more. Then he walked away from me. He let me dress in private...

...And, when I was dressed properly, he opened the door...

...Then bowed...

...And I disembarked his ship...And walked down the cobbled Louisiana roads...and cried until my heart broke...and my eyes turned a blood red color from crying...once I'd had parted from my lover for the evening.

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Bright sparks burst from the Tavern.

I was comfortable.

Despite my longing for him, the reality had had set in. Six months at sea, he told me. Maybe more; maybe...

...And I opened the front door...And decided to get a room. Once I've had had a bath...And a room to sleep in...I would be happy.

And the meal, too.

And, for me, that was all that concerned me at the moment. What came next though was a story in itself.

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The barman of the Boozy Hearts Tavern grinned at me.

"Got some stew M'Lady".

"Is it fresh, Lyle?", I asked.

"Aye!", he answered. His bald head was shaven off. His white shirt was unbuttoned; his black breeches was stained from grass; his black boots was also dirty.

A large scar ran down his left side of his face.

"Take a seat, M'Lady. An' I'll pour yer some beer in a clean glass. Then I'll serve yer stew. Other rough sailors, pirates, an' rogues, will come 'ere soon. Best be gone, or they'll be fightin' all o'er the Ports, an' Taverns to'ight".

"I'll be safe if there's trouble".

"Aye, M'Lady".

And he cleaned the blackened bar with a tattered grey colored cloth with his rough, right hand...as the sound of a ting of the front bell sounded the beginning of dinner.

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The rambling seas were always dangerous.

He wished she was around.

He had had time to love her; he had time to experience pleasure. That was what made her special; that made her loving him exquisite when their burning passion was exploding in the chamber of his ship.

Other lovers came and went.

They begged him to stay.

They promised to give him children.

And a marriage in a Southern Church.

They promised him the World.

But, when it all came down to it, the penalty was imprionment for piracy. Being a Pirate was a job; being a ruthless Pirate was a choice.

And, when he ate his stew in the Captains' Chambers, he remembered her. And her heaving breasts.

And the passion.

And the love.

And he was caught up in what love was...only for the ringing of the ship's bell to toll thrice. "What in God's name...?", he asked.

He stood up, then opened the door.

A gun was pointed at his chest.

And Charles DeQuincy, the Louisiana Police Head, smiled.

"So, we meet once more".

And he aimed to shoot him...until the Pirate sailor sighed.

"I surrender!".

And Charles DeQuincy, who was put out by the move, let him close the Captains' cabin doors. He locked up with a gold colored key...and followed him off his ship...just as other Policemen scoured the ship for weapons.

When they saw nothing after ten minutes, they followed Charles towards the jail cells...as thunder boomed in the Louisiana sky...above their heads.

***

The stew was gone.

And my beer.

And everything seemed right.

I yawned, then I got up off the rough seat. The Barman smiled at me. He knew the look of love. Yet, afterwards, he cleaned the bar twice more...and I headed into the spacious lounge room. The fireplace was covered by a grey colored grille, protecting people from the burning flames of the searing heat; the crackling embers flickered around until I slept on a red sofa that was very comfortable in the room.

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The next morning, the burst of sunshine hit the bayous.

The raging swamps were near the Ports; the alligators' tails thwacked in the gloomy water. I saw nothing of their heads when I was hunting the dreaded beasts with my father; my mother scolded me if I was dirty...

..."I am dirty, Mother, I am a Pirate!", said I.

And Mother hit me across the right hand with her ruler...and I burned so for the rest of the day, as punishment for my behavior.

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