Perverts 'R' Us

Princess Priscilla and the Pirates - Part 1

By Old Boy ( M+/f+, adventure )

The time was the later 1770's and the American English colonies were in revolt, having even declared their independence. The French were secretly aiding the rebel colonies but not openly yet, not wanting another war with Britain at this time. French privateers, pirates really, were active in the Caribbean, keeping the English ships tied down there. Much hung in the balance as Britain, France, and Spain vied for dominance in the Caribbean and ultimately in North America.

Priscilla was the granddaughter of George III, King of England. He had many children and she was the daughter of his youngest daughter. This put her far down the line of succession to the throne but she was still a royal princess and entitled to certain privileges of her class. Her father was a duke, and the royal governor of one of the British Caribbean islands. He spent some of his time in administrative duties, but most of the actual work was delegated to his underlings. A titled gentleman such as he was not expected to spend much time at such tedious labors.

Priscilla's mother had died in childbirth when her second child was stillborn. Priscilla was only seven at the time. Consequently, Priscilla was brought up by Lady Thornberry and a staff of servants after her mother died. They all lived with her father in the governor's mansion. It was not a fine home by royal standards, but it was the best the Caribbean had to offer.

Lady Thornberry, Jane, was just twelve years older than Priscilla, young enough that she might have been Priscilla's older sister. The two young ladies got along well together. Lady Thornberry also got along well with Priscilla's father, the duke. Indeed at night she often had a romp with him in his bed. This was all very hush-hush of course, and discussed among the servants only in discreet whispers.

Priscilla often took rides in her carriage along with her servants through the town, or on horseback through the countryside. She loved to ride and swim and play lawn croquet, and so she was in better physical shape than many young ladies of her high social class. She often observed the many Negro slaves at hard labor, such as loading ships in the harbor, or working in the extensive sugar cane fields. She never thought much about their deplorable living conditions. This was just how things were in God's scheme of things, and who was she to question that? It was not that she was deliberately indifferent to their sufferings. They simply didn't occur to her.

The day came when her father decided that Priscilla should return to England where she could get proper training as a young lady. She was almost thirteen now, and the Caribbean was no place for an English princess to be brought up. The duke was reluctant to let Lady Jane go, as she was such fun in his bed. But she was also Priscilla's beloved companion, and she needed Lady Jane more than he did. The duke had ample female companionship from among the mulatto servant girls and so he could spare Lady Jane to go with Priscilla.

The two ladies went aboard the sailing ship that was to take them to England, along with their entourage of personal servants. They were given the finest cabin on the ship, but it seemed rustic by the standards that the ladies were accustomed to. Oh well, they would just have to make the best of it. Their servants were put up in much rougher accommodations. They set sail then, off to England. While she would miss her father and the warm weather of the Caribbean, Priscilla was looking forward to seeing England. She had not been there since she was a little girl and she hardly remembered her grandfather, King George.

Two days out of port, pirates attacked the ship. The ladies hid in their cabin during the fighting. The ship's crew put up a fight but they were no match for the pirates, and the ship was taken. Priscilla could not believe it when some very rude and unwashed pirate men burst in on them. They grabbed her and Lady Jane and dragged them unceremoniously from their cabin. The young ladies were made to stand beside their own young servant girls, just as though they were of equal rank. It was humiliating. Looking around they were distressed to see several dead and dying men lying about the deck. The pirates were tossing them overboard, clearing the deck.

The swashbuckling pirate captain came to inspect the captured female booty, pacing by the line of young women and looking them over in a most impolite manner. He had a fancy hat with a large plume atop it, and he was dressed in finery captured from other ships he had taken. He also wore some impressive jewelry. The captain always took his pick of captured women before the rest were turned over to his officers for their own selections. He stopped before Priscilla, looking her up and down most impudently. She was dressed in exquisite finery, a very pretty girl with curly blonde hair and big blue eyes.

"Well, well, what have we here? I have seldom seen such a fine looking young lady," he said in heavily accented English. He looked to be French and indeed he was. He was Capitaine Desparde, known to the English as Captain Despair. It was said that to fall into the hands of this pirate, an Englishman would despair of his own life. He had adopted the English name, liking it. Captain Despair placed his hand on the young English girl's neck. She reacted immediately by attempting to slap him, but he caught her hand.

"How dare you, sir!" Priscilla said indignantly. This commoner had dared to touch her, a royal princess! The captain was amused by the girl's fire.

Lady Jane spoke up. "Sir, you must respect Princess Priscilla and not touch her so boldly. She is a royal English princess, granddaughter of King George. You will be paid a fine ransom for her return, unharmed." Jane did not like the lustful look on the pirate captain's face.

The captain smiled broadly. "You don't say? A royal English princess is she. Well, well! I have gold, I have jewels, but I have rarely tasted such a fine and noble English lady. The princess will be jewel enough for me. It will be interesting to see what sort of slut she will become in my bed. Perhaps after I have finished with her, I may consider a ransom for what is left of her." He laughed. "And who would you be, my lady?" he asked, turning to Jane.

The woman blushed. "I am Lady Jane Thornberry, and I am the princess' lady-in-waiting."

The captain laughed, finding that amusing. "You don't say, a titled English lady yourself, and you are a servant to the princess! You English certainly think well of yourselves! Well now, I think I will take the princess for myself, and I daresay my first mate will find you a most interesting companion, Lady Jane!"

A very large and dark Negro man stepped forward beside the captain. He was also well dressed.

"Aye, Captain Despair. She will do me just fine." He took Lady Jane by the arm. She was horrified to realize that this large Negro meant to take her shall we say, carnally? She was also secretly thrilled by the idea, and unbidden her sex juices began to leak from her vagina in anticipation. She was ashamed of her reaction but she could not help herself. Jane had always had a forbidden desire to be with a Nubian.

The captured ship's crew was given a choice. Join the pirates and learn to be one of them, or jump overboard and feed the fishes. Most of them chose to join the pirates. Only the captain and a couple of stiffly proud English officers chose death rather than dishonor. They were stripped naked and then thrown overboard amid much laughter by the pirates. As they swam away from the ship the laughter followed them. They were many miles from any land. There was no chance that they would survive.

Some of the pirates and crew stayed aboard the captured ship to sail her. The rest of them returned to the pirate ship, a larger vessel. Priscilla and Jane and most of the other captured women were taken aboard the larger ship. A few women were left behind as play things for the amusement of the pirates who were sailing that ship. A few shrieks were heard, as those women began to lose their clothes.

The other leaders of the pirates on board the Bonne Chance, the pirate ship, made their picks of the women. Then the leftover women were given over to the crew. These poor women would suffer the most, being picked over by such a gang of dirty rude ruffians. Priscilla noticed Lady Jane being led off by the big Negro as the first mate took her away to his cabin. She herself was taken none too gently by Captain Despair to his own cabin. She heard more women's shrieks behind her as they began to be abused by the pirates.

"Unhand me, you varlet!" she commanded imperiously. Princess Priscilla had never been treated by anyone before in such a rude way. She half expected the rude Frenchman to let go of her, bow humbly before her, and offer an apology. That is what any proper Englishman would do. Instead the Frenchman only laughed at her.

"You have spirit, your Highness. Very good. I like spirited women. They are so very good in bed. You seem quite young. How old are you?"

Priscilla thought about not answering the man, but then decided that she had better say something to him. She needed to persuade him to return her unharmed to her own people.

"I am nearly 13 years of age, sir. My grandfather will pay you well for my safe return. Also I command that you do not harm Lady Jane. She too will bring you a goodly ransom."

The pirate captain grinned at her. "You don't say. You command me, eh?" He laughed. "I don't think you appreciate your situation yet, your highness. Here on this ship, only I command. You are little more than my slave girl now, as I shall soon be pleased to teach you." The man had the audacity to sit down before her without even offering her a chair to sit on. What crude manners.

"To begin with, take your clothes off, Priscilla," he said, grinning at her. She could not believe her ears. Not only had he dispensed with her title, addressing her familiarly by her first name, but he was asking her to do such an unspeakable thing, to disrobe in his presence! She should have the man flogged for such impudence. She stood erect, chin up, looking at the man with cold eyes as one might observe some disgusting bug.

"How dare you, sir. I shall have you flogged for that when the English capture you." He looked at her. Then he burst out laughing, as though she had just said the funniest thing he had ever heard.

"Oh you will, will you? You shall have me flogged? Oh, I had no idea that an English princess could be so amusing! Oh what fun I am going to have, teaching you to be a slut, Priscilla." With that he reached out and grabbed the girl and he began stripping off her clothes. Because her clothes were so grand he took his time undressing her, not wanting to tear the fine clothes. The wenches who lived at his pirate's lair would have a fine time fighting each other for such clothes.

Priscilla fought him, shrieking and pounding at him with her small fists. It did not faze the man though. In fact he seemed to enjoy her struggles as he gradually bared her young body. Then she was completely naked, standing before him in disbelief at what he had just done. She assumed her imperious regal stance, standing before him in naked splendor, not deigning to grovel or seek to cover herself. She was a princess and she would behave like one.

"You sir, are no gentleman." she said. It was about the most insulting thing she could think of to say, as she had never heard the rough things that common people may say to one another. The pirate captain laughed again.

"Oh, truly you are the most amusing girl, Priscilla. And beautiful too. You have such a fine young body, such firm young breasts high on your chest, and such pretty pink nipples! Such a narrow waist, and a cute belly-button, and such hips, not very wide yet but still forming into a woman. And down there, such a fine patch of blonde pubic hair, and such a pretty pink female cleft there between your legs. And such fine slender legs too. Even your feet are pretty."

Priscilla blushed deeply as the man took such detailed inventory of her naked charms with his eyes, and spoke them with his French accented mouth. No one had ever done such a thing, and it had never occurred to her that anyone ever would say such things to her. She found him revolting and yet, yet there was something else too, a stirring in her loins, an awakening in her body. Such strange feelings coursing through her body. She felt a strange dampness down there between her legs as her vagina began to respond to the male who was assessing her body. She was horrified.

The pirate captain began to remove his own clothes then, as Priscilla continued to stand proudly before him. She seemed unable to move as her eyes watched the man undress before her. No man had ever dared to disrobe in her presence before. How dare he! Unbidden her eyes were drawn like magnets to his groin as he bared himself to her. His organ sprang up erect as he bared it. She was shocked at the sight of such an awesome male organ. Her knees trembled, as she looked at the first naked man she had ever seen in all her young life.

Captain Despair reached for her then and he took Priscilla into his arms.

Meanwhile, in the first officer's cabin, another quite different seduction was taking place. Lady Jane was kissed insistently and deeply by the big dark Negro once he had her alone with him in his cabin. Her resistance was brief before she found herself melting in the man's strong arms, and then kissing him back fervently. She had often wondered what it would be like to be held and kissed this way by one of the strong Negro slaves she saw working at the docks or in the fields, sweat glistening on their muscular bodies.

It was a fantasy that she hardly dared to admit, even to herself. Yet now here she was, a captive of this big, dark, threatening Negro. What unspeakable things might he do with her? Her juices were pouring from her vagina, wetting her petty coats. Feeling the wetness she thought 'Oh my, I simply can't feel this way. Control yourself, you are a lady!' Her passions won out. She clung to him then, wanting him, wanting the terrible things that he might do to her, wanting him to rape her and take her violently.

Big Unn was surprised at the passion of this beautiful English woman. He had possessed many white women in his years as a pirate, but none so passionate at this one. He sometimes raped the women who resisted them, using them up and then tossing them like scraps to the crew. He liked doing that to white girls as a way of paying the race back for enslaving his people. But he would take his time with this woman, and enjoy her charms. He began to undress her, and she helped him take off her clothes. He smiled as he realized that she really wanted him to fuck her.

Big Unn had been a slave as a young man, captured and taken from Africa and chained in the crowded, dark hot hold of a slave ship. Some of his companions had died on the voyage to the Caribbean, where the men were to be sold to work the sugar plantations for their white masters. But pirates attacked the ship before it reached its destination. The pirates took the ship, and then they sailed to another port where they intended to sell the slaves for their own profit.

The pirate captain looked the slaves over and he selected a few of the strongest of them for his own crew. He offered them a chance to be free if they would join the brotherhood of the pirates. Once he understood the offer, Big Unn jumped at the chance. He was smart and he learned quickly. Captain Despair recognized the man's potential, and he taught him all about the ship and sailing, including navigation. In time Big Unn advanced all the way up to become the first mate. Race did not matter to the pirates. All that mattered was a man's attitude and abilities.

Big Unn was proud to serve under Captain Despair, and to attack the ships of whites who had enslaved so many of his people. Now he had been given the gift of this beautiful English woman. She had flowing, wavy, dark hair, remarkable green eyes, and a beautiful body as he discovered once he had her many clothes off of her. What a hot wench she was too! Most captive women were scared to death of him, and fought against him as he raped them. But this woman was different. She actually wanted him to possess her, body and soul he saw. He set about to do that.

Lady Jane could not believe it when the big black Negro held her by her bare breasts, kneading them in his strong hands, as he knelt down before her. He began to use his mouth on her sex, kissing and licking, teasing her stiff clitoris, and then probing her wet tunnel with his long tongue. She held his shoulders to steady herself as she hissed like a snake, her eyes closed and her hips hunching at the mouth that was working at her sex so skillfully.

No man had ever made her feel this way before. 'No, this couldn't be happening.' she thought. She was too much of a lady to allow herself to give in to this big black pirate. But in the end she could not help herself and she gave herself up completely to the feelings that washed over her.

When the woman's legs began to buckle, unable to support her any longer, Big Unn scooped his prize up in his arms and took her to his bed. She was smiling up at him with adoring eyes. He smiled back and bent his head to hers. Then he kissed her ever so sweetly, as though they were lovers. As his huge black cock invaded her wet vagina Jane struggled to take him into her body. She had never had such a huge cock before. She felt like a little girl being penetrated for the first time. 'I should resist him.' she thought, still not reconciled in her mind to enjoying this forbidden coupling. But then she spread her legs wide to open herself up to him more as she clung to him.

"What's your name?" she asked him as he slowly penetrated her body.

"Big Unn." he replied. "What's yours, my lady?"

She smiled at his politeness. "I am Lady Jane, but you may call me Jane."

"Hello, Lady Jane. You have a wonderfully tight cunt, Jane." he said.

"Thank you, Sir Big Unn." she replied.

He smiled. The fine lady had bestowed an honorary knighthood on him, addressing him as Sir. He pushed himself forcefully deeper into the woman, filling her with his big, black cock.

"Oh, Big Unn! You really do have such a Big Unn!" she said, beginning to hump with him. They really got down to business then, fucking like crazy, enjoying each other, cumming and cumming, and both of them wanting the fucking to last forever. It would be hard to say which of them had seduced the other. They fucked until they fell asleep together.

Meanwhile back at Captain Despair's cabin, Princess Priscilla was learning what it meant to be a woman. She resisted stoically at first, as the man boldly kissed her all over her bare young body. No one had a right to do such awful things to her, to use his mouth on her bare body. Priscilla was outraged at his boldness. How dare he! Didn't he realize that she was a royal princess, and not to be used in such an outrageous way? She determined that she would see the man hanged.

Still the things he was doing to her, kissing and licking her firm young breasts and sucking at the stiff pink nipples; it didn't feel so bad. And his mouth moving on down her body, pausing to tickle her belly button with his tongue, that made her giggle. And then his mouth on her, her pussy, teasing and licking her stiff little pink bump. She had discovered this spot before and had played with the sensitive bud herself a few times, but she had always stopped, embarrassed at the strange feelings. But this awful man was using his mouth on her and he wasn't going to stop.

Captain Despair was delighted at how responsive the girl was. Raising his head for a moment he regarded the twitching wet bud. "Ah, my lady, you do have a most sensitive little sex button. I fear it shall be your undoing, and make you behave in ways you had not considered before." He smiled darkly at her, and then went back to munching on her pussy. He took pleasure in driving such a proud and proper English lady to losing control of her body.

Oh, no! What's happening? Oh, my, Oh, my, Oh, Oh my GOD! "AAAIIIYYYEEE!" Priscilla screamed out her very first orgasm. The captain grinned. He had her now. He continued until she cried out another orgasm. His probing finger confirmed that Princess Priscilla was still a virgin. He smiled again. He was about to change that. She was already well lubricated from her orgasms so he set his hard cock at the reddened opening of her vagina and began to work his way into her body. She was delightfully tight. This was going to be fun.

Priscilla was distressed. Oh, no! This awful pirate intended to take her maidenhead from her! What prince would ever want to marry a damaged princess? She struggled vainly to get away from the man who was raping her. It was no use. He was going in, in, into her body. She felt her hymen stretch, and then he gave a mighty shove and it burst! She was no longer a virgin! Priscilla just wanted to die. She was ruined now, reduced to a common slut. Her tears flowed in sorrow. Surely her life was over now, all her dreams destroyed. The loss of her hymen hurt physically, but not too much. It was the loss psychologically that was the hardest.

Captain Despair held the young girl's hips as he fucked deep into her tight vagina. She was crying now. He kept fucking and fucking though, and gradually she began to respond. Her hips began to fuck back at him as she caught the rhythm of the thing, and then it wasn't so bad for her. There was still soreness down there, but there was something else too. There was a growing desire within her body. Her tears stopped as she discovered a new reason for living. She gave herself over to the desire, all her resistance gone now. She learned to fuck then, and to enjoy fucking too.

The captain cried out then, unable to hold back any longer. As he shot gobs of his sperm into her body, it triggered Priscilla's orgasm. Her cervix opened and welcomed his sperm into her womb. She cried out in ecstasy then and clung to her pirate rapist as she had another orgasm with him. When it was done, he rolled off of her. Then to her surprise he went down on her sloppy wet cunt and he cleaned her up with his mouth. How pleasant that felt! "But no," she thought, "I am a princess. How could I enjoy such a thing as this?"

Priscilla's eyes widened as he brought his gooey wet flaccid cock to her mouth and bid her wash him off with her tongue, and swallow the stuff. She hesitated for a moment, but then she obeyed him. 'How could I be doing this?' she thought, even as she washed his cock with her tongue. Captain Despair was very pleased with his young princess as he watched her use her mouth on him quite willingly. He had tamed her, and she would do his bidding now. She would become his slut, glad to fuck with him whenever he wanted her. He loved doing this with young girls.

As Priscilla lay naked with the captain holding her close in his arms, she was dimly aware of the screams of other women outside the cabin, on the decks of the ship. Her maid-servants were among those women. She shuddered to imagine the atrocities that they must be suffering at the hands of the dirty pirates. But she felt somewhat secure in the arms of her captain. She could feel his strength and she had no choice but to trust him now. Surely he would protect her from the other men, now that she had given herself to him. At least she hoped so. She was so tired. Priscilla snuggled closer to him and she fell asleep in his arms.

Captain Despair smiled to himself as he cradled the naked young princess in his arms. She was sleeping now, her breathing soft and slow. If she were not a princess he would use her for awhile until she no longer interested him, and then he would turn her over to his crew to ravish, as he had done with so many other captive girls. Priscilla was lucky though. As a princess she was worth more alive than dead. She should fetch a nice ransom when he was done with her. Looking down at his sleeping beauty he thought that he would keep this one for awhile. She amused him.

The next morning Priscilla awoke to find herself alone in the captain's bed. He had got up early to attend to the running of his ship. She found that her own clothes were gone, but he had left her other clothes to put on, clothes suitable for a servant girl. They were about her size though. She wasn't about to go out of the cabin and on deck naked, so she had to put on those clothes. She crept out on deck. A wrinkled old pirate saw her fright and he greeted her in a friendly way.

"Morning, miss! As the captain's wench you need have no fear of any of us. No one would dare touch you, miss. If you go forward there, you will find food waiting for your breakfast."

Ordinarily Priscilla would not have taken notice of such a low person, and she would have been much offended that he would dare to address her as 'miss', or refer to her as a 'wench'. But things had changed. The man was being friendly to her in his own simple way, so she managed to be kind to him as well.

"Thank you, my good man." she smiled at him. Then she made her way to where indeed there was food waiting. There was a pot of warm porridge and a pitcher of warm tea. Poor fare indeed for a princess, and no servants to dish it out for her either. It tasted bland and was without merit. She was hungry though, and so she helped herself to the porridge and tea, and sat down on a bench with it to eat.

Soon another young girl joined her. Priscilla recognized her as one of her lower servants, though she did not know the girl's name. That had never been important to her before. The girl's clothes were torn, little more than rags now, and she had trouble walking, evidently very sore between her legs. Her face and arms were quite bruised and her eyes had a haunted look, as though she had seen the devil. She looked like many men had raped her for most of the night.

She went to the pot of porridge but had trouble lifting the ladle to fill a bowl for herself. Priscilla did something that would have been unthinkable just yesterday. She got up and helped the girl get her food and drink, and helped her to sit down on the bench beside her. For the first time Priscilla considered how fortunate she was to be a princess, something she had always taken for granted before. Were she not a princess, she might have been raped like this poor girl had been.

"Oh, your highness! You should not be taking any notice of the likes of me!" the girl protested at Priscilla's helping her.

"Nonsense, girl. While we are captives on this ship, we are both fellow prisoners. What is your name?"

"Fanny, your highness."

"Well, Fanny, on this ship you may simply call me Priscilla."

"Oh my, surely I could not do that, your highness! I knows my place, I do."

"Well right now, your place is to be my friend and call me Priscilla. Will you do that for me?"

"Very well, if you wish it, Pr-Priscilla." she said, managing a little smile.

As the girl ate her porridge two more similarly raped girls came to get something to eat, and soon Priscilla had made several new friends among the servant girls.

Captain Despair came by then, and Priscilla talked to him. "Good morning, my Captain. Sir, you see how these poor girls have been so mistreated by your men. Won't you do something to stop the rapes?"

The captain grinned at her. "Good morning, my dear princess. My men are entitled to use captive women as they see fit. These girls are still alive, and their little wounds will heal soon enough. After the first go at them, my men tend to settle down and treat their women a bit more kindly. The girls will still have to service the men as they are told to, but in my experience the girls will soon find ways to entice the men to be a bit more gentle with them. That is the nature of men and women. But I am surprised at you, princess, taking note of their discomfort. What is that to you?"

"I may be a princess but I am also a girl, just as these girls are. You treated me well last night, sir, and I am grateful to you for that. I only want similar treatment for Fanny, Nancy, and Dottie."

"Oh, you know their names? I am surprised at that. You are a surprising princess indeed."

"Well, I guess I am learning to be a human being first. Perhaps that is better than a princess."

Captain Despair went to get his porridge, shaking his head and laughing. This Priscilla was turning out to be a bright girl. Perhaps he would keep her, and teach her the trade of being a pirate! He sat with her and ate then.

Lady Jane appeared then, arm in arm with the big dark Negro who had taken her off to bed with him. Priscilla was happy to see her, and even happier to see that she appeared to be unharmed. Indeed Jane seemed almost happy with the man as she approached them. They greeted one another, and then Jane and her Negro sat down to eat with them. Jane introduced him. He was the first mate and his name was Big Unn. He turned out to have good manners for a pirate.

"Captain Despair, the Lady Jane and I wish to be married. Will you perform the ceremony?" he asked. Everybody stared at him and then at Lady Jane. The captain, the princess, the other girls, the pirates, all were astonished at this request, seeing that Big Unn was not joking.

In reality Jane had been appalled when the big Negro proposed marriage to her last night. It was one thing for her to give in to this forbidden dalliance with a man she would otherwise take no notice of. But she feared that if she refused him he would be offended and do something quite horrible to her. Indeed she had read him correctly. She felt trapped as a prisoner of these pirates. Jane felt that she had little choice but to pretend that she was happy and to go along with this obscene union to a Negro, who should more properly be her slave rather than her husband.

And so it was that the ship's company gathered and witnessed the event, as Captain Despair married his first mate, Big Unn, to the Lady Jane. Priscilla suspected that Jane was less than pleased to be marrying a Negro, although she was doing her best to act as though she were happy about it. The princess decided that she might do something about it to soften the blow to her dear companion.

Her father had once wanted to knight a manager at the colony who had done an outstanding job for him. He had no such authority personally to knight anyone but he knew that the king had delegated such duties to his son and heir. Indeed the proclamation allowing this stated that any legitimate offspring of the king was allowed to confer knighthood on whomever they chose. This included his late daughter, Priscilla's mother, and it included Priscilla herself. So her father had Priscilla confer knighthood on the fellow. With that in mind she approached Captain Despair.

"My dear captain, I wish to inform you that as a royal princess and granddaughter of the king, I have the power to confer knighthood on any whom I deem worthy. I should like to make you a knight of the British realm, and also confer knighthood on your worthy first mate, Big Unn."

Captain Despair was astonished. "You really have such power, Priscilla?"

"Yes my dear captain, I do. Will you accept knighthood?" She knew that the pirate captain would accept, for he was quite vain and would welcome such a title. One thing though; he and his first mate would have to swear allegiance to the British Crown, and give up attacking English ships. But there were plenty of rich Spanish ships to plunder. And so she borrowed the captain's sword and Princess Priscilla conferred knighthood on Capitaine Desparde and on Big Unn. She knew it would make Jane feel better that she was married to a knight now, Sir Big Unn. At the same time she was making the Caribbean a bit safer for English ships. Priscilla was a clever girl.

A pirate who had formerly been an English scribe drew up parchment papers proclaiming the marriage and proclaiming the knighthood. Captain Despair signed the marriage paper and Princess Priscilla signed the knighthood papers, adding her royal seal that she carried mainly for personal correspondence. It would do to legitimize the documents as well. The pirates broke out a keg of rum then and all got drunk in celebration of the nuptials and the knighthood. The bride and groom made a most amazing couple.

To be continued.

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