Captain Savage: The Fortress pt.1
by BarefootPiratequeen
The erotic tale of two swashbuckling women fighting for their love and survival


Sally Hawkins wakes up as the soft white hands of the waves slowly caress her
feet. She feels warm sand underneath her body like a silken sheet. As she
opens her eyes the sun is already high in the sky.

She stands up dizzily, trying to get her bearings. About half a mile away she
sees the wreck of a ship smashed on the rocks in front of the coast. Flotsam
and jetsam cover the beach, but no- one else is in sight. Slowly she remembers
the storm. It hit "Siren" during the night, pushing the ship like a toy across
the waves. She had managed to climb on deck and desperately tried to reach the
navigation bridge to find her truelove. Captain Savage was tied to the wheel,
shouting orders to the crew through the roaring wind. The mainmast was already
cracked like a match and giant waves spilled the deck over and over again.
Sally had seen several crew members being washed overboard helplessly. And
before she could enter the bridge suddenly the world had turned black.

Her head and stomach seem to explode at once. Quickly she goes to her knees to
air her belly. After emptying her belly on the beach she dives her head into
the water to refresh and numb the pain in her head. The seawater cools her
down, but is useless against the raging thirst. Her mouth feels dry like the
desert.

Not far away from her a huge tropical forest begins. Sally decides to climb up
one of the palm trees. Skilfully she ascends to the crown. As she cuts one of
the coconuts off the tree with her knife she suddenly notices something in the
distance. A British patrol is coming along the beach! She counts a dozen
soldiers lead by an officer on a black horse. Sally\u2019s heart beats faster.
Other than an ordinary merchant ship "Siren" had been an infamous corsair.
Authorities in the Caribbean knew the vessel and its daring captain only too
well. Sally had seen the warrants of apprehension in a lot of harbours, no
matter if they were Spanish, French or British. And her own, too! Although
most of the drawings were quite characterless a shipwrecked woman in shabby
men\u2019s clothing would be suspicious enough. It was unquestionably
healthier to hide from the soldiers. The patrol is still far away, but
watching their path Sally spots another body lying unconsciously in the sand.
By the sleeveless bluish grey coat of the castaway she instantly recognises
Captain Savage. Despite the relief to see her beloved again Sally\u2019s blood
runs cold. She realizes that she will never be able to reach the captain
before the soldiers. Nevertheless she quickly jumps out of the tree.

Through the brush-wood of the forest Sally hurries towards her lover. Although
being groggy and on the fly she does not attract any attention. Light-footed
she avoids any crackling and rustling in the shrubbery. When she spots the
scenery again the captain just starts coming around. The soldiers have already
encircled the castaway. Still swaying Savage tries to unsheathe a dirk, but is
taken out cold again with a butt from behind. Everything inside Sally screams
to attack the soldiers and save her lover. Nonetheless, she is aware of the
irrationality of her desire. To fight the patrol all alone straight here in
the open was suicidal. Their muskets would shoot her down before she could
even reach the first enemy.

Instead Sally decides to track the soldiers. Thievishly following the patrol
to a large bay she detects a properly developed port on the opposite shore. At
the quay a single brigantine is being loaded by some slaves. The Union Jack
flutters dully from its flagpole. Only a light breeze remained from
yesterday\u2019s gale.

Sally also sees a walled town and - above all, placed upon a high rock - a
respectable fortress. The stronghold bears heavy guns securing the port and
the whole bay. On its ramparts and watchtowers Sally detects more redcoats
setting themselves apart against the grey of theheavy stones. Another cloth
with the King's colours wipes away any doubt about who is in charge of this
piece of the New World.

The soldiers get their prisoner to the fortress. Sally sees the captain being
dragged along, falling and being towed behind the hard-nosed officer's horse
in the sand. She utterly hates to be nothing more than just a plain observer!

Reduced to inaction by now she starts to make plans to rescue her lover. Close
to the beach she finds a hideout in the trees offering a perfect view of the
fortress. Patiently she watches the sentries; memorising their positions,
their number and their change of guards. Waiting for the night Sally little by
little recovers from being shipwrecked. Some coconuts adequately quench both
her hunger and thirst. After a while the headache and giddiness fade away. At
sunset she finally prepares for her move.

She carefully hides her mane of flaxen hair under her muted headscarf. Next
she takes off the light coloured linen shirt. Only a brown leather vest
clothes her chest now. Being content with this lash-up camouflage she leaves
the tree.

A small crescent barely illuminates the nightly sky. Covered by the darkness
Sally crawls into the water. Silently she swims towards the fortress. With
every breath she observes the watchtowers. She can see the silhouettes of the
sentries perfectly clear against the lights from inside the fortress. All the
same she pursues her goal with total determination. Continuously she floats to
the shore until she feels mud flat beneath her feet. A few crabs hurry up as
she carefully enters a small turbid beach. Watchfully she listens into the
pitch black darkness. Still she seems to attract no attention from the
sentries. Cautiously she climbs the rocks towards the stronghold. Hushing into
the shadow of the fortification she takes a close look at the bricks. The
cracks in the wall offer enough space for her practised fingers and toes.
Putting the knife between her teeth she deftly starts to ascend one of the
watchtowers.

Sally moves as agile and silent as a cat. Every now and then she makes a short
break to listen to the sounds and voices around. All seems perfectly calm and
peaceful inside the walls. Finally she approaches the battlement. Peeking
above the rail she detects a sentry - just a few steps away!

She can easily catch his shiny red coat with the white harness in the dark.
She also notices a musket hanging from his shoulder. The fixed bayonet shines
by the light of the moon. Fortunately the soldier shows Sally his back. He
seems to be bored as hell from watching the nightly sea. No sails or
navigation lights arise in the dark. He does not bother to take a look to his
left or right. No-one within the heavy armed garrison gravely expects any
furtive intruders, let alone a single woman! But the British do not reckon
with Sally\u2019s dauntlessness and passion, too.

Sally knows that she has to take quick care of the sentry. Without hesitation
she enters the platform. Silently her bare feet touch the ground. Taking the
knife out of her mouth she sneaks toward the sentry.

She scents the sour stench of his sweat as she approaches. Being adept in
killing without a sound Sally knows exactly what to do. The soldier does not
even notice the danger behind him. Carelessly he still observes the horizon
for enemy ships.

Fast as a snake Sally\u2019s hand suddenly pulls back the sentry shutting his
mouth. Before he can act in response her knife mercilessly cuts his throat.
The shock and the rapid loss of blood are killing him nearly right away. Soon
she feels his body go limp in her firm grip. When it is over Sally lays the
corpse cautiously on the floor, still avoiding any noise. Quickly she cleans
her blade with a tail of his uniform. Taking one last glance around she heads
straight towards a door that leads inside the tower.

Several storeys below Jane Bruce hears the sound of heavy boots approaching on
the corridor. The captured woman curiously lifts her head shaking long streaks
of auburn hair out of herface. Her emerald eyes try to penetrate the murk.
Although it is a warm night outside she feels a chill in her bones. She has no
idea how long she is chained in this wet and mouldy cell by now. Her arms ache
and her wrists are already sore since only her toes and the balls of her feet
touch the dirty straw-covered floor.

A moment later the sound stops in front of her cell. Jane hears a key
unlocking the heavy door. It opens with a creaking noise. A British officer
enters the room. He is accompanied by four soldiers carrying bonnets and a
kind of furnace.

"Do you like your new residence, milady?" The officer asks with a snotty
smile. The light of the lamps reveal him being the same Lieutenant who
arrested her. He enjoys his appearance to the full. And he enjoys her tattered
clothing exposing a lot of bare skin, too. Brassy his eyes examine her finely
chiselled features. Jane does not dignify him by any visible reaction. Only
her attentive eyes watch everything going on around her.

"Well, we thought it might be a little cold and lonely down here." He
continues. "So we decided to bring you this homely stove and have a little
chitchat."

He turns around to one of the soldiers. "Sergeant Harris, please light-up the
fire." "Yes, Sir!" A huge bearded man follows his order with a nasty grin.
Soon the heat of the fire fills the cell. "That\u2019s better, isn\u2019t it?"
The officer theatrically rubs his hands in glee above the flames. "By the way,
I did not introduce myself yet. I am Lieutenant Basington, pleased to meet
you!" He waits for a reaction, but receives none at all. So he continues to
talk. "I must confess I have been eager to meet you from the moment I first
heard of you. There are not too many women sharing your profession, are
there?" Jane stolidly keeps her mouth shut.

"I see you are not interested in small talk. That\u2019s fine with me.
Let\u2019s come straight to the prime subject of my visit." Without his former
staginess Basington stares direct into her eyes. "Where is your secret port,
Captain Savage?"