The captain whistled to his mates, signalling the end of a long journey. They were finally home, on the lapping shores of Pirate Island. In the distance, several women squawked in anticipation of seeing their long-lost men-folk.
The first woman to arrive at the beach was Melody. She was a tall, blonde willow-y woman, with the eyes of a tiger.
“Greesha!”, she shouted.
Greesha came forward, revealing his patched eye with a grin the size of a palm tree. They embraced. He grabbed her body, they wrestled into the forest and began making love.
The other pirates, bewildered that none of their women had been as prompt, tied up the boat. When that was finally finished they lit some tobacco, and remenisced about their conquests.
The sun began to set, and slowly the other woman made their way towards the shore, one-by-one embracing their long-lost men, and wrestling them into the ever-darkening forest.
The first woman to arrive at the beach was Melody. She was a tall, blonde willow-y woman, with the eyes of a tiger.
“Greesha!”, she shouted.
Greesha came forward, revealing his patched eye with a grin the size of a palm tree. They embraced. He grabbed her body, they wrestled into the forest and began making love.
The other pirates, bewildered that none of their women had been as prompt, tied up the boat. When that was finally finished they lit some tobacco, and remenisced about their conquests.
The sun began to set, and slowly the other woman made their way towards the shore, one-by-one embracing their long-lost men, and wrestling them into the ever-darkening forest.
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