Seize the Booty! (Erotica Arcanus) Read Online Free PDF

damn fool?"
    "I grew up in this, sir. It's like my own mother rocking me to sleep."
    He let out a short laugh and said, "See who needs a hand, boy. Look sharp lest you get tossed over the side."
    "Aye, sir ," I called out at as I hustled down the side of the ship. It tilted sideways in a large swell and both men and crate all slid down toward the other side. Someone crashed into me and I threw out my arms, realizing that it was Ms. Bonny. As I caught her, I was taken over by the fragrance of fresh flowers and lavender oils in her damp hair.
    She smiled at me and said, "Thank you, lad. Had a long night, did ye?"
    I set her back on her feet, "I slept well, if that's what you mean, ma'am."
    "Don't ma'am me, you damn fool," she snapped. "I'm a mate aboard this ship, same as any other sailor."
    "Not quite the same," I said , glancing down at her magnificent bosom, the breasts so full that they stretched the fabric of her shirt wide at the buttons and revealed hints of what lied beneath.
    Ms. Bonny smiled slyly at me , a dangerous smile like a cat might give a mouse that it toyed with. "I'm slightly jealous, you know. I assumed that if you were going to go waving that wonderful flagstaff around at someone on this boat, it would be me." She came to my side and put her hand around my back and leaned close to my ear, "Of course, I'd expect you to stay awake a little longer."
    As she walked off, I caught sight of Read, attired once more as a man, her practiced scowl imprinted on her face as our eyes met. "Thanks, a lot," I called out to her.
    She folded her hands against her face and closed her eyes, making snoring sounds that sounded like a pig grunting. "Zzzz, zzzz, zzz, zzz."
    The ship rocked again and I latched onto the mast to keep from sliding. As I clung to it, its violent vibrations made my hands hurt. In horror, I looked up to see one of the sails had come completely loose and was wrapped around the flagpole, about to blow away. "First mate!" I cried out. "First mate!"
    "What is it, now?" Fat Matt shouted. He let out a small gasp as he saw the sail and said, "By Christ, if we lose that sail, we'll be sitting ducks. Find someone who can get up there immediately."
    Without another word, I kicked off my shoes and leapt onto the wet mast, scrambling up the pegs until I was high above the rest of the ship and the men below were like ants. "Get down from there, you damn fool!" Fat Matt shouted. "You'll fall and break your neck, lad!" 
    The door to the captain's quarters burst open and Calico Jack stepped out onto his perch and raised both hands over his eyes to shield the rain. "By all means, Mister Fat, feel free to climb up after him and stop him." He cupped his hand to his mouth and said, "Know you how to fix the sail, Master Fawkes?"
    "I believe so, Captain," I shouted down.
    "That does not sound very reassuring, lad," he said.
    "I'll do my best, sir."
    "Master Fawkes?"
    "Yes, captain?"
    "Be careful up there, I pray you, and do not fall. However, if you do fall, please do not fall on my cabin's roof. I am quite fond of it."
    "Aye, aye!" I said, and continued to climb. Once I reached the top of the mast, I could not believe how high up in the air it was. Lighting spiked the air directly near my head and the dark clouds seemed near enough to swallow me whole. The mast wobbled back and forth in the wind, like a dog trying to shake fleas from its hide. It was all I could do to wrap my arms and legs around the mast and crossbeam and cling for dear life. The loose sail was wrapped around the second mast, and I stuck my hand out to grasp it, only to realize it was too far away.
    Calico Jack watched me let go of the mast with one hand and lean across the vacuum of open air to reach for it and said, " You're doing a smashing job, lad! Keep up the good work." He then looked down at Fat Mat and said, "Get your men ready. He'll fall for certain."
    I was stretched out from the mast, holding on with just the tips of my fingers, clawing for