Stolen Treasure (AngelicImpurity)
 

Captain Saul was in his quarters aboard his ship, the Devil's Lust. He had a mess of black hair with a nicely trimmed goatee. His clothes were a rich red, to match the tricorn hat on his head, and the gold earring that sparkled to match one of his teeth. That along with the eyepatch made him look like the very epitome of a pirate captain.

The crew had set sail a few days ago, and he was going over their course to make sure they were going to be able to hit shore before their supply ran thin. Maybe they'd raid a ship if they came on one. He just wished they hadn't rushed off the last island. Damn Navy. He hated feeling stressed.

A call came up from the decks. A wonderfully exciting call for pirates!

"SHIP! Rich looking!"

Hearing that, Saul dropped what he was doing and hurried out. "Report." He called out, expecting his first mate to relay the news to him. He wanted to know what this ship looked like, so they knew the best way to attack.

The first mate, a cute teen with firey red hair, one side hanging down his back, the other side shaved down, came right up. Davison smirked at him. "Looks like a noble's trade vessel. Plenty of loot to be had. Maybe a merchant or two to catch!"

Saul grimaced a little. "Let's not bother with merchants this time. We have enough mouths to feed as is. If there ain't a use for it, I don't see why we need it. But the loot will sure be handy." He grinned back, getting his men ready to open fire then board the ship.

Davison smirked. "Y'never know, cap. Might find some fuckholes in need of filling."

Saul laughed. "What? Getting tired yourself?" He reached and slapped Davison's ass. Come to think, he hadn't worked his first mate in a while. Maybe after the raid.

"I'm YOUR fuckhole. The boys need some lovin'." he said with a smirk to him.

Saul laughed deeply at that. "Right you are. ALRIGHT MEN, ATTACK!" Then the cannons fired, and everything was a commotion of fighting.

The ship put up little resistance. By the time they'd surrendered, Davison was pacing, ready to board and get money! His sword was unsheathed. The metal one, not the fleshy one.