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Further Adventures of Tan.
Diary entry, Date- 21/05/09.
Position approx 125 miles West of Burmese coast. Time 0300 hours.
Seas calm. Air warm.
A mighty day and night of drunkeness was had after a great victory over the big black ship. Spirits are high. Moods are merry.
It's 5am and the half crescent sun peers over the horizon, shining ever greatly on the starboard side. At port Pakivelli is resting his body on the wooden beams, gazing up at the still darkened western skies, beautifully coloured in deep maroons, reds and dark oranges. The whole night this lone figure stood, sharing his thoughts with the empty vastness of that dark and unforgiving cold space. Only the slaps of waves on the side of the boat disturbed his inner peace. What was he thinking, only he can say and only he can tell. But the sun has shunned the last of the darkness below the western horizon and the thoughts are no more. Lost in the black void. For today is another day and the sun has once again awakened the senses.
The warmth of the sun contracts the ship's wooden body. The creeks and cracks rise the mates from their slumber. Pakivelli walks across the deck, opens the door and walks down the rickety stairs. Soft rumblings, footsteps and yawnings are heard all about as he walks deeper into the belly of the ship. Arriving at the bottom of the windy stairs he walks along the main corridor in the direction of the mess deck. Opening the door he is met with a waft of different odours. Pungent ale, rum, cider and the indescribable sweet smell of bacon. The loud sizzling of pig sizzling echos around the room. It is a grand room. Three long wooden tables with a long wooden board for seats on either side. To the left is the kitchen with an opening in the wall where the meals are served. Day after day the shipmates sit in their designated seats. Never changing or interrupting. At the very end of the room is a lone table facing the other larger tables. Pakivelli looks over the room, walks towards his seat and plonks himself down.
A few seats away Bulshoy gets tucked into rashers and rum, scoffing like a pig. Grease shining off his forehead. Something ain't right. Looking to his left and right he reckons something is amiss.
"I get it now. Where the fuck is Karnivore? It's not like his fat ass to miss breakfast". Zaggeh nods in agreement. "I'll go get him".
"No zaggeh don't bother I'll go. I've finished anyway"
Straining to stand up straight Bulshoy heads out of the mess deck and takes the first left into the shipmates quarters.
"Yo Karni get your fat ass to breakfast" he shouts. "Where are you?". Reaching Karnivore's quarters further down he presses his ear against the door.
"Yo Karni you in there?". Lightly knocking the door it eases open. He urges it open further with his hand and moves a foot into the room. His mouth gasps in utter shock. karni is honkered down on his knees, his pyjamas around his ankles staring at the wall. His right hand gripped tightly around his penis, jerking off like a bored little monkey in a zoo. His left hand around his back, the loud sound of squelching as he viciously and rapidly fucks his ass with his two fingers. Bulshoy bursts out laughing. "Dude what the fuck", he exclaims holding his stomach with pained laughter. Karnivore flips his head round.
"What the....get the fuck out pervert. Get out, get out". Bulshoy now in ruptures on the floor. Karnivore's eyes roll back, eyelids glaze over, his legs buckle as all the excitement is too much for him to contain. "Oh damn you to hell Bulshoy" he mumbles as he spurts wave after wave up onto his now contorted face. His body now shudders as the pleasure ebbs away. After a few seconds his senses come back to him, he stands up and runs out the door in the direction of the mess deck.
"Oh karnivore you fucking fool. What the fuck were you jerking off to. Noone jerks off to a wall." Bulshoy weak with all the laughter crawls towards the wall, squinting as he makes something out. But what is it. Closer he gets when realises it's a tiny little hole no more than a few millimetres wide. "You dirty fucking dog what we're you looking at". Closer he gets until he right agains the wall. He presses his right eye to the opening and looks through. It's jschick getting dressed. "You bastard" he whispers. Bulshoy thinks for a second and has an idea.
"Oh this is gonna be good".
Bulshoy clears his throat and quietly ready's himself. Pursing his lips to the hole he openes his mouth and shouts, "Hey js baby wanna suck on Karni's big toe. You know you want it". Squeals reverberate around the room. Bulshoy gets up and runs out of the room. Stopping at the door to the mess deck he calmly walks in and sits down on his assigned seat and looks at Karnivore, who still has remnaints of cum glistening on his face.
"I'd run if I were you Karni, someone ain't too happy at your little sins. And it sure isn't God".
About a minute had passed, enough time for js to get dressed when all of a sudden the door of the mess deck crashes open.
"Kaaarrrrrnivooooooooooore". Js storms up, Karnivore's eyes in absolute terror at what is to unfold. Slap goes the hand of js on Karnivore's face. Dazed he steadies himself. "What the fuck did I do?"
"You were looking at me through a hole in the wall you fucking perve, weren't you?"
"No, no, no I wasn't". Another slap rings out, this time on his other cheek. "Don't lie to me bitch."
"Okay yeah I was, I'm sorry", he cries. A chorus of deafening laughter is heard from every shipmate as they point at Karnivore.
"Fat sandwich eating bastard".
Another last slap across the face as js turns and runs out of the room. "Don't let it happen again or you'll be sorry". A minute
of laughter and obscenities Karnivore get's up and runs shamefully out of the room as well, head down in disgust at his own perversities.
A few minutes more and the laughter and cackles calm down.
"Ah good times, good times", Bulshoy exclaims.
Backs were now resting, eyes heavy again after such a large breakfast, burps frequent as tankards of cider are consumed.
"I hope something exciting happens today. I'm getting bored" says seanboy. As the last word falls from seanboy's mouth a loud gargling shrill
sounds above deck. The barely awakened bodies of the shipmates get a dose of adrenaline as they all stand up and charge out the mess deck
and race up the stairs. Big is first upstairs, banging through the door to the upper deck, followed by the rest of the crew panning around him.
Standing there was a terrified seahawks, a blade pressed against his neck with flecks of blood splattered on his top. Behind him a crazed fiend of remarkable fortitude to be attempting such a crazed endeavour. Jumpy he feigns to the left and right, his emotional state growing ever more erratic as the shipmates encircle and close in.
"Put the fucking blade down"
"You're gonna die you fuck".
The mates get closer and closer.
"Step away or I swear I'll spill blood"
Seahawks shouts "Do as he says you retards, get fucking back"
Totally encircled and with no chance of escape he tightens his grip as seahawks screams in a high pitch. "I'll do it I'l fucking do it". Then 'clonk'. Psidust sneaks quietly up behind him and whacks him good and proper with a club, sending the limp body to the floor with a thud.
"Exciting enough for ya seanboy"
"Right scobie" Big says, "take him down to the cells. We'll question him in an hour or so when he wakes up"
"Where the fuck did he come from"
"Must've been the ship we defeated yesterday. He must not've been able to get back to his ship so hidout here. Just keeps getting better
An hour passes
Down in the dark damp cell a young fella awakens with a face full water over his head. His head sore from a battering he strains to open his eyes. "Who the fuck's there?". Slowly recovering his sight he gazes up from floor to see a tall figure in red and a black hat.
"I am Captain Big. I am captain of the Tan. And this is my crew". Looking left and right he sees a ragged group of unfortunates staring back at him, all angry with gritted teeth at his attempt at trying to kill one of their own.
"Silence", Big says furiously. "It is not our way. This man is just like you were when you came aboard. Scared, helpless and frightened. We will not have random murder onboard my ship. Not on my time. So young fella what is your name"
"Taaa..taaaa...taaa", he stutters. "Yes, yes speak up man" big barks.
"My name is taa...taaa...teletom. And I came from the ship you defeated yesterday".
"And what is your doing as of now"
"Well I d..d..don't really know. I can't go back to my ship. Oh Big please take me in. I will be a good pirate. I promise. Please don't send me overboard"
"Mmmmm" big grumbles, "As I said before we were all once like you. It is not of these men to judge you. Or even I. You're actions alone will judge you. You must prove yourself worthy to be a pirate on the Tan. And if you so do not pass these tests then hell hath no fury like a croc pit".
A muffled shout is heard from the deck. "What is that. Cone go check it out". Cone rushes upstairs and within seconds returns with news.
"Big, it's booty ahead". A chorus of cheers and fists go up.
"Two ransacking in two days. Mmmm tasty. Everybody up deck", cries Big as he grabs teletom by the scruff and trails him behind him. The light of the sun beats down on the crew as they peer out into the horizon, their hands on their brows to shade the glare.
"Where is it"
Jeff points out towards the starboard. "Ahoooy, Ahoooy"
"Shanus, my telescope", says Big. Shanus hands the captain the telescope, bringing it to his eye. Far off into the distance he sees a ship of medium size.
"Mmmmm should be easy enough. I doubt they've seen us yet.......we should go by stealth. Mates lower the boats. I want ten mates going. Boy's we gonna get some fine booty this day."
Shanus steps up. "Big what about this little faggot teletom". Big turns his head around and looks the poor shaken man up and down.
"He's coming with us. You hear that teletom. You're gonna prove yourself."
Chapter 4 coming soon.
What will happen to the Tan? Will they get their booty? Will teletom prove himself and get the respect from the shipmates?
Will karnivore ever come to the realisation that he's infact super gay?