Nick swung lazily
in the hammock as he waited for the Captain to finish dressing.
This used to be his hammock when he was Kevin’s cabin boy.
They had finally docked in Devon, England and their wares
had been unloaded under the cover of darkness. Items were
set aside for the auction as per the contract. They stood
on deck and watched the off load earlier this evening. Kevin’s
face was grim when he spoke. “I have to look at least somewhat
respectable until the time is right. The rest of the goods
we will sell to the highest bidder. That will be Sir Alex’s
As soon as they
docked Sir Alex and Sir Howard departed the ship in search
of buyers and bidders for their treasures and goods. Arrangements
had been made for them to also seek out Jocelyn’s whereabouts
if they were able. If not, they were to return to the ship.
Each man would get time on shore, but one officer had to remain
on the vessel at all times. “To prevent looting from pirates,”
Nick’s eyes settled
on the man that was preparing for a night of searching for
Jocelyn. A few tidbits of information had drifted back to
them as gossip from the docks. It appeared as if Jocelyn
had been a very busy and sought after lady.
Nick studied Kevin’s
reflection in the mirror as the man shaved. His thoughts
drifted back to the conversations they had last night and
old memories. The domino game had been completed and
the two friends sat and drank a fine brandy and philosophized
about life. Well Kevin rambled on about his philosophies,
Nick listened. Kevin could be long winded and a slow talker.
The alcohol seemed to make him even slower speaking but never
Nick was rolling
his eyes at his senior officer as Kevin’s lips loosened even
more with each ounce of liquor that he took in. “What are
you going to do when we dock?” Nick assumed that Kevin would
go in search of a woman, for it was his custom to do so.
Alex, Howie, and Brian would laugh after the Captain returned.
For they knew, whether the woman was good or not depending
on the length of Kevin’s absence. A short stay meant the
woman was a lousy tumble, a long one, well there was only
one who had succeeded in that.
that this docking was far different than the rest; Kevin would
look for Jocelyn, not just any wench to satisfy his lust.
Kevin and Nick had spent a great amount of time together.
Nick had seen many different sides of Kevin; from sorrow,
anger, and then to lust.
Nick sighed quietly
as Kevin still stood shaving. “It takes him a decade to get
ready to go somewhere,” Nick’s memory went further back in
time, to the time he had met Jocelyn.
One meeting with
Jocelyn was all Nick could endure, since then he veered away
from her as much as possible. She was a woman who was shrill,
brassy, and rude. Nick preferred a woman to be soft, sweet,
and gentile. None of these qualities could be associated
with Jocelyn. The first time he had the pleasure of meeting
her, she had alarmed him. Kevin had been teasing him about
not being a true man at the age of sixteen years, never lain
with a woman. Jocelyn grabbed the front of Nick’s pants and
yelled very noisily in the tavern full of men and their crew.
“A virgin? At your age... I can take care of that for you
boy. If’n the Captain will let me?”
Nick couldn’t shift,
the woman had him by his sac. As she squeezed him, he went
up on his toes. Nick froze and looked at his superior, whose
eyes were now closed. Nick could feel the color draining
in his face and then resurfacing so warmly. “Sir?”
“Let go of the
boy Jocelyn, he needs a gently ride for his first ride, not
a spitfire like you. He is capable of finding a woman.”
With the words spoken, Kevin pulled Jocelyn into an embrace.
It was just enough for Kevin to slide a glance beyond Jocelyn
to see Nick beating a path out the door and away from the
woman in his arms. A quiet laugh escaped Kevin and he wondered
if Nick would ever find a woman that he could couple with,
without guilt. Jocelyn’s hands were undoing Kevin’s lacings
and working their way over his manhood. “Slow down Jocelyn,
let’s take this upstairs.” Now he wanted relief and he wanted
Nick adjusted his
body in the hammock and began to sway idly again as Kevin
still took more time than usual to make himself presentable.
Nick had to shake his head from side to side as Kevin primped.
The Captain was in search of a whore and looking pretty dandy,
as well as randy. Nick would never forget the words that
Kevin had imparted on him last night after he asked a very
simple question. Nick had seen the bolt of fabric that had
been stored under the Captain’s opulent bed. After inquiring
whom it was for, Nick was told it was fine silk for Jocelyn.
Nick had wondered many times how the Captain had felt about
Jocelyn. For all the years that they were together, Kevin
only spoke of three women in his life; his mother Anne, his
departed wife Isabella, and Jocelyn.
night Nick had stared directly at Kevin when he asked his
question, “Do you have your heart set on Jocelyn?”
Kevin leaned back
in his chair, removing the front legs of his seat from the
floorboards. “My heart? On Jocelyn?” he laughed. “No boy...”
Kevin’s chair thumped
as the legs of the furniture contacted with the floor loudly.
Hastily, he stood up and reached for the bottle. “I thought
I had taught you everything you should know. I see I have
missed a few things.” Kevin took a swig from the bottle,
more than a swig, a bit too much as his face wrinkled up.
Slowly, he moved to stand next to Nick. “Nickolas, you never
give your heart to a whore. You give her this.”
Nick’s eyes rolled
as Kevin grabbed the front of his pants and his manhood.
“Jocelyn is a whore. This is what a whore gets.” Again,
the captain grabbed himself and then let go.
Kevin took his
chair again and poured another glass. He held the glass and
studied the finely cut crystal. His look settled on Nick,
yes he had been remiss about a few things with this young
man. It was time to enlighten him about the ways of women.
Sternness had overtaken
Kevin’s face as he stared at Nick. Nick waited for him to
speak again; the Captain was prone to temper tantrums when
he was questioned.
A loud sigh punctuated
the air as Kevin sorted out his words before he spoke. Silence
hung in the air between the two men. “Jocelyn will go with
any man for the right price. A whore gets your manhood.
A Lady gets your heart.” Kevin thumped his chest lightly.
Nick didn’t flinch.
“But I thought Jocelyn meant more to you...” Nick stopped
speaking seeing the anger rise in Kevin.
“Are you not listening
to me lad?” Kevin’s glass was smacked to the table.
“No, you don’t
make sense. You said you loved Isabella and you tell me that
all the time. I’ve seen the changes in you Captain. You
will always love her but you need to move forward. You need
to soften your heart. You speak of Jocelyn as much as you
do Isabella.” Nick was stunned when Kevin began to laugh
loudly. Nick understood it was the liquor that had put his
guardian and Captain in this mood. It was also the only time
that Nick would not get a pounding from the man for speaking
about such subjects.
A great smile graced
Kevin’s face. “Nickolas, Jocelyn will always go where it
is most profitable for her to go. I pay for her services,
in advance, for the amount of time that I will be in port.
She will forever want money and coin. That is not the type
of woman you shackle yourself too.”
eyed the Captain more and then concentrated on the dominos
that lie on the table.
frowned at the young man that sat across from him.
“Yes?” Nick gave
him a passing glance.
“I could not bring
a whore home to my family. Jocelyn fills a place for me that
others do not. There are no parties, dances, or balls. I
don’t have to be polite when I bed her. Just pay her.” Kevin’s
head lolled to the side.
“Just the lovemaking?”
Nick questioned the man.
“Yes Nick, just
lovemaking. I see it this way, a whore gets your manhood,
a lady gets your heart, a woman gets your accepted wisdom,
a wife gets all three.” Kevin watched the boy man smile proudly.
Nick finally understood.
Sliding the dominos
into the bag, Nick left them on the table. Sliding his chair
out he ambled over to the hammock. He swung up into the hammock
and grinned. “One more time for old times sake.”
Kevin nodded as
he blew out the lantern and began do undress for the evening.
He chuckled as Nick grumbled about the movement of the ship
on the water. “You have your own space below deck if my cabin
isn’t up to your standards anymore.”
“I hate it down
there, with the entire crew.” Nick laughed as his body became
reacquainted with the swinging of the hammock. Almost swinging
out of the sling twice and hitting the floor.
his hands together brought Nick back from his memories as
he lay daydreaming. Kevin straightened the cuffs on his fine
coat of velvet. “Let’s go find my whore boy. I can’t get
out of these breeches fast enough. I can almost feel a pulse
down there, that ain’t a good sign. I need a woman to ride.”
snickered as he followed Kevin up the stairs and across the
deck to the gangplank, “You could always take care of it yourself.”
“Or, I could make
you do it,” Kevin gave him a wry grin but then slapped the
man on the back when his face turned alabaster. “You never
can take a joke Nickolas, it was just a joke.”
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