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    A sword tip slashed down in front of his lust-filled eyes and stopped just short of his erect cock.  He froze in the act of raping the young woman and looked up at the angry green eyes of his captain.  Her intent was clear, either he halted his act or she would slice off his manhood.  Knowing her as he did, he shrunk before all their eyes and quickly tucked it away, standing up with his head hung low.  She raised his chin with her sword tip.
    “Can you listen, Johann?” she asked, ominously.
    “Sorry, Captain, I’s caught up.  She is a prize,” he defended himself weakly.
    She glanced down on the deck at the sprawled body of the young woman she had just saved from being ravished.  The blouse of her gown was torn open and her breasts were on view to all the lustful looks of her men and the crew of the other ship who could see from their own kneeling positions.  She admired the view herself for a moment.  “So she is, but she is more valuable to us as a hostage.  Are you and I going to have problems over this, Johann?” she asked, in a cultured voice that brooked no argument.
    “No, ma’am, er, sir,” he stuttered, knowing she would not hesitate to kill him where he stood.
    She smiled as she lowered the razor-sharp sword and ordered, “Cover her up!”  Looking around at the sailors of the captured ship, she spied the still struggling Sir Edmund who was swearing and protesting over his capture.
    “I am Sir Edmund Fitzhugh!  You have no right...!” he was shouting.
    “They will not understand you,” she yelled over him in a perfect English accent and he subsided, relieved to have someone who might finally understand him as the two dirty men had not answered in English.  Instead they spoke some gibberish he had no hope of understanding as he struggled to be released from them and they swore at him in their own languages.
    “Finally!  I DEMAND that you release me immediately.  I am Sir Edmund...” he began, pompously, but trailed off as she swiftly brought her sword up to his unprotected throat to get his full attention.
    “You are NOTHING now.  I am in charge here and you are at my mercy.  If I choose to sell you as a slave or drown you here, it is MY choice and not your own.  So do be good enough to be quiet while I decide what to do with you.”  She turned away from the disgusting man whose eyes were nearly popping out of his sockets at the sword.
    “Strip the ship,” she ordered, in several different languages.  It was obvious she knew them too, as she effortlessly gave the order.
    Each of the captured sailors was given the opportunity to tell what they knew about their own ship as the pirates searched them for weapons and valuables.  Many of the pirates knew many different languages, or at least a smattering, so they could ask their English prisoners questions.  The pirates began to take their plunder across to their own ship.  They used the labor of their captives to bring up the booty from the hold.  Anyone who resisted was stripped and thrown immediately into the water as an example to any who would not work.  They were watched to see that they did not try to again get on board or on the pirates’ own ship.  It is a helpless man who is naked and floating in the ocean, attempting to keep afloat or, as a couple of the men were, holding on to the ship as best they could at the water line, waiting for the decision of the pirate captain and their fate.  They did not hold out much hope; the captain was not known for her generosity to captives if she even bothered to take any of them.
    “Take her to my cabin,” she ordered one of the men, indicating Claire who was now wrapped and shivering in a blanket.   He nodded as he solicitously helped the woman up.
    “Is that Black Betty?” Claire asked, as they made their way to the larger ship.
    The man nodded as he pushed his way past other pirates and men working to transfer booty and supplies as the smaller ship was slowly