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    The Black Flag

    She had lived her entire life guised as a man. Her lean, lanky figure made it easy to conceal her gender and her husky voice topped off the guise perfectly. So whenever the opportunity to have a quick romp with a girl came about, there was often an awkward moment, or sometimes even a slap in the face.

    Shane grinned and stood from her spot. She was willing to risk being slapped in the face. Most of the time, girls were still all the willing to sleep with her. The only big threat that came from revealing herself to women she hardly knew, was the fact that they could tell her crew and Shane could be hung by her neck from a yardarm… or other various forms of murder.

    “Shall we then?” Shane asked and downed the last of her grog before holding her hand out to the young woman who took it gladly.

    The barmaid took Shane’s hand tightly and with a wide giddy smile began to lead Shane up the steps beside the bar. She pulled open the nearest door and pushed Shane inside the vacant bedroom.

    The shorter Irish woman’s hands went to work almost immediately on the large dark buttons of Shane’s jacket. “Hold on! Hold on!” Shane said taking the girls wrists in her hands to stop her from exposing her gender to soon.

    “No talking, just sex.” The girl pressed her lips to Shane’s and took the lanky pirate by surprise.

    Shane mumbled against the girls lips trying to get her to slow down for just a second.

    “Hold on, I just need to tell you- mmph!” Shane was cut off once again by the Irish barmaid’s lips on her own as the girl hurriedly undid Shane’s black jacket and pushed it off of her shoulders leaving her in a dark brown sleeveless shirt with intricate dark patterns and a diving swallow sewn into it . The barmaid took the shirt by the hem and quickly lifted it up over Shane’s head exposing her.

    The girl stopped for a minute, shocked by what she was seeing. Shane shrugged. “I tried to tell-”

    Shane didn’t get out her full sentence before the young hellcat was on her again, undoing the faded red sash from Shane’s waist letting her flintlock pistol fall to the ground. Shane simply grinned while the girl went to work undressing her and letting Shane’s various weapons fall to the ground forgotten.

    Comments

    1. Amazing! Shane makes such a convincing pirate ;)The concept didn’t seem at all impossible to me, I’m sure there were many people like this on the high seas.Definitely would read more, 5/5!

    2. Excellent! I had in the past thought of doing a pirate theme but gave it up because it required too much research. You’ve done a fabulous job of this first chapter and I look forward to reading more. Thanks for posting! Lin

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