Treasure of the sea |Lesbian story|

From the diary of Delise Shelley

Laurence Baile was the Captain of the Neptune. Among pirates, his was a name that stood out. Born into a disgraced family of minor nobility, he had obtained a letter of passage during the War of the Spanish Succession, i.e. authorisation from the sovereign to attack and capture French and Spanish vessels. For years he had served the English crown, however, as soon as he realised that the path of illegality would bring him greater reward, he followed it without delay.

The Neptune was a huge vessel, one of the largest ever seen at Nassau. The crew was made up of healthy, strong men, skilled fighters who guaranteed victory at every boarding. Legends and scary stories were born about Laurence Baile, a monster who disguised himself as a man. A thousand scars all over his body, eyes as red as fire and cruelty without end.

When I first saw him, though, he seemed like any other man. He didn't look like a monster, in fact, his face was quite ordinary. Long hair flowed down to his shoulders, he had brown eyes, and a slightly limp gait.

"I heard you served on the Victory. Is that true?"

I turned to him, scrutinizing him suspiciously. "So what if it is?"

"Five of my men died last week. I need new recruits."

"And you're asking me? A woman?"

He grinned. "I also heard you're very good with a sword."

"Let me guess. You'd like a demonstration?"

"Indulge me. After all, I've never seen a woman who can fight. I find it a little hard to believe."

I drew my dagger from my girdle, and suddenly attacked him. He parried and answered. He whirled towards me and I slapped his slash away. He moved quickly, though it was obvious he had some trouble with his knee. His arm moved with lightning speed, but even so, I knew I was superior to him. After five minutes, the man took on a puzzled expression. He became more guarded, circling me cautiously. He realized I knew what I was doing. He feigned a lunge, but I quickly withdrew, not taking the bait. I studied him patiently, and observed his weaknesses, and his continual endeavour not to show how bad his bad knee was. When he found himself unarmed, with his sword flying a few yards away, he looked at me in amazement. He was speechless.

"Well? Did I pass the test? Did I get recruited?" I asked, amused by that look on his face.

"Yes. Yes..." he whispered. "Welcome to my crew, Miss...?"

"Delise Shelley."