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It was a beautiful summer night off the Miami coast. The moon was shining bright, the water was calm, and not a cloud could be seen. However, it could very well be the calm before the storm.

Out on the water was a very large yacht with a banner on the side that said "Happy 18th, Evan!" The deck was ablaze with activity as the dancing lights could be seen a good distance away and the commotion could be heard just as far. At that very distance, the yacht was being watched from under the surface by very hungry eyes.

"That be the one?"

"Aye, just where the reports said it would be. Somebody go fetch the Captain. Me thinks she would love to crash this party herself."

Evan McNeal, the birthday boy, was seen in his tuxedo in the middle of the deck with a glass of champagne surrounded by others of the wealthy both human and fur. People have always loved his blond hair saying that it reminds them of the morning sun. He was tall at 6' 1" and had a very pleasant demeanor about him. Daughters of some of the families have tried flirting with him during the party.

The captain of the yacht came onto the deck and walked over to Evan whispering something in his ear. Evan's face turned to disbelief as he lifted his sleeve to look at his Rolex watch and gave a sigh of defeat walking to the side of the yacht and leaned against the rail.

Below him, several silhouettes swam under the yacht so fluidly that the water was hardly disturbed.

Near the bow, a guard walked past a set of boarding stairs. Suddenly, something long and narrow wrapped around his neck and squeezed until he passed out. Whatever knocked him out eased his body down and unraveled the tendril off of his neck. The figure went to the railing and waved down at the water. Another figure rose from the surface and climbed the steps.

"Are we ready, Cap'n?" the first figure asked with a raspy voice.

"Aye. Everyone is in position," said the second with a clearly feminine, yet dominating voice. "As planned, we take the ship in a few minutes. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he sees me."

Back at the party, Evan looked back at his guests putting his fingers up to his lips whistling loudly to get their attention.

"Listen up, everyone!" he called out. "The Captain has informed me that it is nearly 10:00 and that means that the party's over." Everyone expressed their disappointment. "Yeah, I know. But before we call it a night, I'd like to say a few words.

"My dad told that once I turned 18 that I can finally start getting involved with his company and work to be his successor. Well I have something to say about that: Fuck you, Dad!" Everyone gasped in surprise. "Give me a break, people! He's not even here! He's somewhere in Europe with Mom too busy to be here for me. If he did show up, I would have been a bit lighter on him and say it directly to his face. Hell, I don't even know what he does and he expects_me_ to surpass him?! When I do see him, I ask him what he does. He says wait until I'm 18 or he ditches me. Shit, tell me something! Tell me that what you do will benefit the environment. His silence tells me one thing: That he is a greedy bastard. I've hated that man all my life!"

"Okay, Evan," a pig said walking up to him. "I think you had enough to drink." He tries to put his hand on his shoulder.

Evan swats the hand away. "Back off, swine! This glass is the only one I've had all day. And do you know what I see in rest of you? The same damn thing. A month before I finished school I had to do a few hours of Community Service in order to graduate. When I was finish, I felt damn proud of myself. That is something money can't buy! After that, my eyes were opened. The servants we hire do all the work while we kick back enjoying the fruits of their labor for what little we pay them. They have more pride in their little finger than we have as a group. A friend of mine, who was the daughter of a servant, was forced to leave with her mother because she no longer liked the life she was born into. Now, who here can tell me they actually gave a rat's ass about someone and not used their money as influence? Sorry, Tom, nothing against you," he said looking at a brown rat who just looked at him. "But like I was saying. Who here got in the trenches with them and got their hands dirty?" He looked around and didn't see a single hand go up. "Uh-huh, just as I thought. The only thing I'm seeing in this crowd are lying tycoons, opportunists, and hypocrites. Not one person working on this yacht wanted to be here, so I paid them extra asking them to put up with you just this once. So screw my dad and screw all of you. I hope all of you lose your fortune."

"Sooner than you think, lad!" called a female voice.

Suddenly, multiple splashes were heard as figures leaped over the railing and onto the deck. Commotion and emotions running high, Evan was too stunned to move as two figures landed in front of him with their backs turned to him.

Just as Evan was recovering from his surprise, something long and rough wrapped itself around his neck. Evan looked to see that it was an anthropomorphic shark, a Thresher shark to be precise, with its whip-like tail wrapped around his neck the shark seemed to be dressed like a pirate with worn, baggy pants and a simple brown vest.

Unable to move, Evan looked around the deck to discover a variety of other sharks all dressed in the same manor. There were three Hammerheads, a few Bulls a pair of Tigers and Sand Tigers. All were tall and buff, save for the Thresher with its tail wrapped around his neck. This one was shorter than him with a much leaner build. All of their tails came out of large holes in their pants and they drug across the deck. And instead of in the middle of their backs, their dorsal fins jutted from the back of their heads. He saw one of the passengers try to jump one of the Bull sharks but a Blue shark was quicker on the draw by touching a knife to the man's neck.

"CAPTAIN ON DECK!" one of the Bull sharks shouted getting everyone's attention.

Footsteps were heard as another shark stepped out from the shadows. It was a female Great White that looked to be a little taller than him with an eye patch over one eye. She wore a crimson corset that hugged her torso but not overly so as it was tight enough to lift her large breasts to give her a deep cleavage and showed off her awesome curves as it was held together by a pair of leather straps with metal buckles. Her black leather pants were so short that they could have been mistaken for a censor bar if it wasn't wrapped around her hips. Unlike the other male sharks where their snouts were long and straight to resemble their wild cousins, hers was shorter and had a gradual curve with enough of an incline to make her look feminine and her tail was barely touching the floor. She had a fine hourglass figure from her broad shoulders and chest, to her fairly narrow waist, to her round hips. The muscles that showed were toned and very defined as they rippled with every movement. The way she looked and the way she carried herself virtually demanded respect. Other than her tail and head she looked like she came from an ad for Captain Morgan.

Evan couldn't believe how hot she was, but there was something about her that rang quite a few bells in his head.

"Relax, landlubbers," she said purposely making her voice deep to make herself sound tough and intimidating, but it only made her that much more sexy. "Do as we say and no one gets hurt. We just came to liberate your valuables."

"Take it all!" Evan shouted still struggling with the Thresher's tail. The Great White paused looking over her shoulder at him.

"Show respect to the cap'n!" the Thresher said before kicking his prisoner in the back of his knees forcing him to go down on them.

The captain turned and walked towards him, hips swaying seductively with each step. She knew she had his undivided attention when she planting a finger under his chin to tilt his head and make eye contact.

"I already said everyone will live, deary," she said as she gazed into his eyes. "So what are you plotting?" The way she said "deary" rang another bell in Evan's head.

"Deary?" the Thresher mocked with a snicker. He was rewarded with a hard punch to his snout by his captain. His tail loosened as a result which gave Evan the chance he needed to grab it and bite down hard on it. "GAAAAAAAH!" He quickly grabbing the young man's hair and flashed his knife to his throat. "I'll see you to Davy Jones, whelp!"

"Enough!" his captain commanded. "What I said was a slip of the tongue." She turns her attention back to Evan. "Now then, do you want to die, lad?"

"Of course not," Evan said, his hardened gaze never leaving hers. "And I don't want anyone else to die either. I do, however, want to see these people scarred for life. I want to see that look in their eyes when they realize that money can't buy their way out of everything. I can assure you that everything they have on them is real. Rolex watches, pearl necklaces, gems in their rings and earrings, the works! My father had this yacht custom made. It'll give you over $2.5 million easy!" All the sharks looked at the passengers with wide grins showing off their sharp teeth. "And if I'm lying kill me now!"

The captain looked in his eyes for a moment before closing hers to think. His eyes weren't like that the rich tyrants they came to plunder, but like that of a passionate rebel. When she was done thinking she called out to her crew, "You heard him, me Hearties! They are head to toe in booty! Take what ya like!" Her crew growled, if you can call it that, in excitement and went to work gathering everyone's valuables.

"How can we be sure he's not lying, Captain?" the Thresher asked. "Isn't he one of them?"

"You didn't see his eyes, Mr. Whip. They look like ours." Whip looked at Evan and grinned with new interest. "Bring him."

"Looks like me captain would like a word with ye," he said giving Evan a shove.

As the three of them walked, Evan couldn't stop a flashback of his childhood into his mind. He was 7 years old and his best and only friend was this 13 year old daughter of a servant his parents employed. The mother and daughter were also Great White sharks and they were practically family just the three of them. Not a day went by where Evan and the shark girl did not enjoy each other's company. It was her mother that called him "deary" all the time and he liked hearing her say that. However, what he told everyone on deck about them wasn't exactly the truth. Just before Christmas, the mother was fired because she was suspected of stealing and was forced to leave and take her daughter so they wouldn't be an influence on Evan. Not only was it not proven, but there wasn't any sort of investigation. Nothing his parents did could stop him from crying until half way through January. Once he did calm down, he began to secretly hate his father and swore never to forget his best friend in the whole world. Her name was...

"Wake up, boy," the captain said snapping her fingers. Evan blinked and looked around to find himself in the ship's dining room, or rather a hall. "Thank you, Mr. Whip. That will be all."

"Aye aye, Captain Natalie."

A siren was blaring in Evan's head now at the sound of the captain's name. That was the name of girl he swore he would never forget, Natalie White.

"Na... Na... Natalie?" he said as he dared to take a step forward. "Is it really you? I... I thought that... You're looking really good." He was feeling tongue-tied at the moment.

Natalie smiled. "It's been a long time, hasn't it, Evan? 11 years went by pretty quick, huh?" Her tone sounded even and more relaxed.

"It felt like an eternity. I really missed..." He was cut off when she brought her hand around slapping him across the face knocking him off his feet. He laid there on the ground looking up at her stunned.

"I've been waiting a long time to do that," Natalie said in a dark tone. "But that was for your father, the man who made me what I am now."

"What do you mean?" he said standing up. "What's your mom gonna think about this?"

Natalie stopped and fell silent. She broke her eye contact with him as her eyes began to well up. Evan noticed that her shoulders began to shake.

"Natalie, what's wrong? She was more of a mother to me than my mother. Oh, God, don't tell me..."

"She's dead, Evan..." she barely choked in a whisper. The news struck him like a freight train and tears were starting to fall from her eye and under her eye patch as her face twisted into anguish. "My mother's fucking dead, and it's your father's fault!"

"Natalie, please tell me what happened."

"My mom's heart was never very strong after she gave birth to me. After your father fired her and kicked us out, the stress made it that much worse. She had to stop to catch her breath every few seconds."

"I remember. I watched you two walk through the lobby. She had to stop three times before you two even got to the door."

"My mother and I went to an ATM to withdraw some money that night. Guess how much she had."

"Zero..."

"Zero! Your father had found a way to take ALL her money. And with him accusing us of theft no one was gonna believe us! Seeing that we had no money left pushed her heart over the edge and she collapsed right there on the street. Someone called for an ambulance but it was too late because she died later that night. I was placed in a foster home after that."

"What about your father?"

"Screw him! He skipped out on us before I was born. Told my mom that he wants his freedom. I don't know where he is nor do I care. If I did know, I'd hunt him down and smack him across his face with my tail so hard his teeth would fall out and never grow back!"

Evan felt like crying, too, until he thought of something to help her ease the pain, if only a little bit.

"Was that all you got for my father?" he said with a challenging tone. He pointed to the red mark on his cheek. "Is this slap all you had for him? C'mon. After the all the hell he put you through, all you wanted to do was slap him?"

She whipped her tears away and gave him a questioning look. "What are you getting at?"

"I'm saying give it all to me. If you want to hurt him, the worst blow you can do to anyone is to take it out on their kid."

"Do you realize what you're asking of me? I mean, we're together again after 11 years and you want me to beat the bloody hell out of you."

"If you do, I'll help you get the biggest pay day twice, maybe three times over. Look," he spread his arms out leaving himself wide open, "I won't even try to block or dodge."

"Alright, lad," she said in her pirate accent, "you asked for it." She lifted her fist up to her lips and huffed on it before she brought it back to punch him in his left eye. And like he promised, he didn't dodge or block it and was nearly knocked off his feet again but managed to stay up. "Bravo, whelp. Yer the first to stay on his feet after my punch."

"Ooowww!" He looked back at her with one good eye and one black eye that was nearly swollen shut. "I guess being a captain of a band of pirates must mean you have to be strong."

She spun around smacking the right side of his face with her tail which sent him spiraling to the floor. "Being captain means I have to be tough. I have to be smart and cunning. I have to be prepared for anything, including a mutiny. I'm my crew's biggest target because I hold the top spot. An old seadog taught me that. He trained me and taught me everything I know and then some. Are you going to be okay?"

"Oh please," he said when he looked back at her. The right side of his face was beat red. "Those hits were nothing. The worst pain I felt was when my father forced you to leave."

"Really?" she asked helping him to his feet.

"I cried past New Year's wanting you back. But I'm terrific now." He tried to stand but his spinning head brought him back down. Natalie helped him up and into a chair.

"You need to rest," she said putting her hands on her hips. "I almost knocked your block off. Now what were you saying about a pay day?"

"I'm talking about a hostage situation," he said with a gleam of mischief in his eyes. "You take the passengers back to the mainland while I stay behind because you want a ransom. You just leave everything to me and play along. Remember to be rough with me in front of the passengers."

Back on deck, the sharks have already stripped the passengers of everything but the clothes on their back. They all stood around while they waited for their captain to return.

"Avast, mateys!" their captain called and everyone was at attention. "Our parley is complete. I'll let our new prisoner tell everyone," she says as she shoved Evan.

"What happened to your face?" one of his suitors demanded.

"These... These animals were lying to us!" Evan said looking nervous. "They were going to kill us all so there wouldn't be any witnesses." The sharks looked at each other in confusion. "I took a beating but I was able to convince their captain to let everyone go on the condition that somebody stays behind as a hostage. I volunteered."

Now it was captain's turn to speak with a sneer. "And make sure you tell Evan Sr. that if he wants his son back, he'll have to pay $2 million!"

"You said $1 million!" he snapped. "What about this ship and the stuff you took from everyone?"

She looked at him with an evil smile and said slowly, "Pirate. I lied."

Evan turned back to the passengers. "I'm sorry, everyone. I...I thought that I was doing the right thing by making you open your eyes to appreciate the people who work for us. I guess I was wrong."

When Evan was finished, Natalie pulled him back by the collar of his shirt and back out of sight. Whip followed closely behind.

"What the hell was that, captain?" Whip asked. "First you said we weren't going to kill them and just scare them, and now he says we were?"

"I think they believed you, Evan," Natalie said.

"Oh no!" Evan said throwing his hands up in a bad act of fear. "Oh please, Ms. Shark-Pirate-Captain, don't hurt me!" Natalie tried horribly to hold back a laugh. "I'll take my Emmy now. Mr. Whip, I want to stick it to these people so hard up the ass that they'll have trouble sitting for months."

"Evan says he can get us the biggest payday that we won't have to worry about plundering for a while."

"But can we trust him?" Whip asked. "He is one of them after all."

"Oh, we can trust him alright. See, Evan and I go way back. And I'm considering making him a part of the crew."

Evan expected Whip to protest, but instead pointed his webby finger in his face. "You," he growled, "had better not be lyin', or ye will have a short drop with a sudden stop at the end of my tail." And with that he stormed off.

A short while later, the yacht docked in the harbor and everyone was getting off. The yacht's captain and crew were the last to walk down the steps when Evan smacked his forehead groaning as he remembered something.

"Damn it! Can't believe I forgot," he growled to himself. He leaned over the railing and called out, "Captain! Can you and the crew come back, please?" The captain and his crew turned around and came back aboard.

"What's wrong?" Natalie asked.

"If I know my dad, he should have at least two GPS tracking devices on board. A backup for a backup if you will." He turned to the yacht's captain when he walked up to him. "Captain, where are the trackers?"

"Why?" he asked.

"We got to get rid of them." He then placed both hands on his shoulders and gave him an evil grin. "Think of it as payback."

The captain's eyes widened. "So, that back there..."

"...was an act."

The captain got the same kind of grin on his face. "I gotcha. But I'm afraid I can't help you," he said with odd tone in his voice. "I mean, I'm not supposed to say that there're only two GPS trackers on board or tell you that they're located under the navigation panel at the helm and in the engine room towards the back of the room. Hell, I can't even tell you that they are little black boxes with a flashing orange light on them. Or was it three with one at the top of the mast?"

"Well, that is a shame," Evan said with the same odd tone. "But thanks anyway."

"Good luck, sir."

"Hold up," Natalie said. "Tell Evan Sr. to bring the money here in one week so we can make the exchange." The captain nodded. "Alright then, get off our boat, ya land lubber!" The captain turned to his crew and hustled them off.

As they left the port, Natalie's crew scrambled around to the places where the captain claimed the trackers "weren't." When they were found they were smashed and tossed in the water. Afterwards, everyone relaxed and enjoyed the trip on the front deck while a couple of sharks were at the helm. Ten minutes into their trip through the high seas, Evan looked over at Natalie and was suddenly curious about her eye patch.

"Hey, Natalie, I..." He was cut off as all eyes glared at him, even the captain's. "Uh... S-sorry, Captain Natalie..." Her crew then looked to her but eye never soften on him.

"Get this straight, Evan," she said darkly, "I only let the new recruits get away with that once and you just used it up. I don't care if we're old friends or not, you will suffer if you fail to address me properly. Do I make myself clear?"

"Crystal..."

"Good." Her face finally relaxed. "Well? Speak up, crewman. I give everyone the right to speak freely."

"Aye, Captain," he said involuntarily. "I was just wondering how you lost your eye."

Suddenly the whole deck busted up laughing. Whip fell over onto his side.

"What?" he demanded.

"Evan," Natalie said trying to control herself, "what makes you think I lost an eye?" She lifted her eye patch to show him that her eye was still there. She winced though as the lights from ship hit it making her put it back into place. "This patch makes it so that one eye is in the dark making it used to it. I switch it over to the one that's not used to the dark for better navigation. The next time you have to get up in the middle of the night for something and you need to use the light, keep one closed and open it when you turn them out."

"I'll remember that."

One of the Hammer Heads decided to speak up. "Captain, if he's going to be a part of the crew, then he needs to pass his initiation."

His Captain smiled. "Heh. Evan's already underway with it."

"Hawk," Evan blurted.

"I beg your pardon, Evan?" she said in a challenging tone.

"Evan is my father's name. One I had to live with since you were banished from my life. It's time for a change. I want to be called Hawk from now on."

"Hawk, huh? A proud bird of prey. Tell me, will you live up to this name to take down your father?"

"Absolutely."

"Hawk it is then. Everyone, meet Hawk, our future crewman."

Hawk smiled. "A pleasure to be here, Captain. Now what's this about my initiation?"

"Nothing much. You just have to steal something from someone."

Hawk smiled. He looked down at his watch to see that it was almost 11:30. "I'm enjoying this little adventure, Captain, but are we almost there?"

"Aye. We should be able to see home right about..."

"LAND HO!" someone shouted.

Hawk looked out to see what saw a small mountain of jagged peaks in the ocean surrounded by more jagged rock in the water. However, there was break in the barrier ahead of them like a path leading to the mountain.

"Damn. I hope this boat isn't too big," Natalie teased.

Hawk looked back at her almost teary eyed at the situation, until he actually saw her and all his fright melted away. His heart slowed down some and a light blush came upon his cheeks. She moved herself to a lounge chair on the starboard side of the deck relaxing as she looked at him. She had her arms behind her head purposefully puffing her gorgeous breasts from her chest. If her corset wasn't made from a tougher material it probably would have ripped long ago. His eyes traced down her body as they were being teased by her curves stopping momentarily at her short skin-tight shorts and finally going down her finely shaped legs as she crossed them. He always liked how her skin faded from her light ocean blue backside to her white underside.

"G... Goddess," he whispered to himself.

"Without a doubt, kid," a bull shark next to him said.

Hawk watched as his goddess stood up and walked away, her hips swaying and her tail moving in sync in them. He longed to see her for the past 11 years and now that he has, he didn't know what to do. He didn't even notice that the scenery changed as the ship went into a cave. His black eye started to sting as he felt tears trying to escape.

"What happened to her?" he asked to no one in particular.

"Careful, lad," the bull shark warned him. "Don't want your crew to catch you cryin'. It's a sign of weakness." Hawk turned to see he was still there. "My best guess, she died."

"What do you mean?"

"She's not the same person anymore. The Natalie you once knew died the night her mother did. The old sea-dog she told you about is my granddad. I actually brought her to see him after her mom passed. Name's Fang, her second-in-command."

Hearing Fang talk about her made him feel disappointed. "If you've been with her this whole time, does that mean...?"

"I'm sorry, I did. I took her virginity for my initiation. But for some reason I couldn't take her heart. It's beyond my reach." He looked down at him with a warm smile. "She was pretty dead-set on seeing you again, but she never told me why." Just hearing him say that brought a smile to Hawk's face. "Oh, look. We're here."

Hawk looked around to see that they were surrounded by the jagged rock he saw before his captain distracted him. These rocks were actually a cove a few miles off the mainland. Looking ahead, he could just make out a few buildings from the available moonlight. The rest of the land behind them was concealed by shadows. He also saw two boats coming out to meet them.

"Where are we?" Hawk asked.

"Home," Fang answered.

"Let me guess. The name of this place has something to do with sharks, right?"

"That obvious, huh?" he laughed. "Welcome to Shark Tooth Cove. If you fly overhead the island itself is shaped like our teeth." He flashed his own teeth with a big grin.

Hawk turned back to where his captain left. "Take great care, lad," Fang said, "because it's like I said, the friend you knew is dead. But you know, I don't think she was the only one." Hawk looked back at him just as he jumped over the railing and into the water. He heard numerous splashes as his new crew followed suit.

"Hawk," his captain called. He looked down over the railing to see her in one of the boats and the other one directly under him. He saw that she already switched her eye patch over to the other eye. "You got two choices, come to shore with us or stay on the ship in your comfy little cabin."

Looking back at the boat under him he knew what she wanted to see. If he walked away, even to walk down the loading stairs, they would head to shore without him. She wanted him to jump! Into the cold water!

Hawk looked back at his captain and the look on her face confirmed it. He steeled himself and told the boat under him to move. He stepped back away from the side and took off to dive over it and down into the water with a spectacular splash.

Underwater, as the bubbles cleared, he spotted two sharks talking to each other below him. One was a female and the male was one his fellow crewmen. He couldn't hear what they were saying but the female giggled giving him a shove in his chest before they both swam away towards shore.

Hawk came back up to the surface and looked up at his captain, "How was that dive, Captain? Diving officials gave me a total of 25 once. Took second place."

"Eh," she said with the least bit of interest. "I give it a 4. Too flashy for me." Hawk laughed a bit and climbed into the second boat before they set for shore. "So who did you lose to?"

"An over-endowed bear. She made the biggest splashes in more ways than one. Before the competition I caught her in the men's locker room with all three judges. I'll let you fill in the blanks yourself."

Natalie looked at with a raised eyebrow. "Damn. That's unfortunate to lose to a whore."

Hawk shrugged his shoulders. "Eh, the committee eventually found out about it and declared the competition void."

The boats crunched against the wet sandy beach and Natalie and Hawk stepped out. "Not everyone can get justice the way they want," Natalie said.

"That may be," he stopped suddenly taking her hand, "but I swear to you, from one old friend to another, Natalie," he said saying her name on purpose to prove his point, "I will get the justice that's been over due to us."

"You better," she said. She let out a big yawn and looked him through a tired eye to see her yawn passed to him. "I'm going to ignore that slip you just made. It's been a hell of a night for both of us and I'm too tired to deal with any shit right now. C'mon, Hawk, you're staying with me tonight. That's an order."

"Aye, Captain." He rubbed his own tired eyes and followed her. When they walked off the beach, Hawk's eyes finally adjusted to the dark. Although, he still can't make out past ten feet around him. He looked to his right to see the two sharks he saw earlier under the water making out between buildings with his hand up her shirt. Hawk figured he told her that he had a long night and needed to relieve some stress.

After walking past five more buildings Natalie stopped at one that looked a little bigger than the others. There was a padlock on the door and no doorknob.

"This one's mine," she said as she bent down to the ground. Hawk couldn't help but stare as he caught sight of her very fine ass. He could swear he could see an impression of her vulva lips. "Getting an eyeful, are ya?" He suddenly realized that her tail was off to one side.

Hawk quickly turned away. "Sorry, Captain. I figured you'd still look like that scrawny little teen I remembered."

"Is that so?" She stood back up holding a key that was covered in dirt. She turned and walked over to him stopping mere inches from him as her breasts bounced in his face and his fingers itching to touch them. "What do you think of the new me?" She turned back unlocking the padlock and pushed the door open taking it with her as she stepped in.

"Honestly?" he said when he stepped in his fingers shaking as they were denied touching the round globes. "You're gorgeous. Nothing like I imagined." He looked around and saw no other walls in the cabin. The only furnishings were a large table with four chairs around it, a twin size bed, a dresser and a spare cot.

"You're sweet," she smiled. She walked past the table and to the bed to sit down. As she lit a candle she continued, "But being sweet will get you killed out here. If you want to last, not only do you have to step out of your comfort zone, you have to completely abandon it and toughen up." She took off her eye patch and set it on the headboard.

"I see." His eyes went from the bed to the cot and sighed. "I get the cot, right?"

"You always did catch on fast," she said as she unbuckled the straps around her corset.

Hawk watched her until she started to untie the corset and immediately covered his eyes. "C...Captain! Wha... (cough) That's not very lady-like."

"Hawk, look at me. That's an order," she said in an almost caring tone. He took in a deep breath and lowered his hand. In the candlelight, she was wore nothing but the skin she was born in. If he ever had any suspicions about what was under her corset he would have been right. She was sporting six-pack abs and gorgeous pair of breasts with nipples the color of the night sky. He could barely see the lips of her nether region, though. He never thought he would see her acting like this and because of his upbringing he was ashamed to look at her. "Hawk, by now you should know that you are in a different word. Modesty is one of the many casualties when coming here like when you saw one of your fellow crewmen making out with the female. Those two probably wouldn't have cared if they were fucking each other in broad daylight as long as they got what they wanted."

She's right, he thought. This is a new side of the world and I do not want to go back to my old one. I need to adapt and get stronger or die.

"Hey, cheer up!" Hawk looked up to see her smiling face. "We're all going to help you in this world of ours. And look at it this way," she looked at him seductively and placed a hand under one of her globes, "you got to see your best friend naked for your birthday. And tomorrow night I'm taking you to our bar for some drinks. Happy birthday, stud," she ended with a wink.

Though his heart was pounding, Hawk gave a small chuckle. "Just seeing you again was the best present I could ever ask for, really. Thank you." He started to take his clothes off as they crawled into designated beds and he was out before she blew out the candle.

An image came before Hawk's eyes as he entered his dream world. It was his living room, but everything looked bigger to him.

"C'mon, Evan," a girl called. It was a young shark-girl smiling down at him. "Let's play Hide-N-Seek!" It was Natalie when she was 13.

"Okay!" said 7 year old Evan.

"Play hard, deary." Evan looked behind him to see Natalie's mother standing there. There were bags under her eyes and her face was almost as pale as her underbelly. "I want you two good and hungry for dinner tonight."

"Yes, ma'am!" they both said. They ran off but when they turned the corner, Evan stayed behind to watch Miss White.

Just then a shadowy figure came up to Natalie's mother and towered over her, glaring. When she turned to see him she clutched her chest and nearly fell over from the surprise. "Oh! Sir, you startled me. I didn't expect you home until later. But it's good that you'll be joining us for dinner tonight, right?"

"There's just one problem," the shadow supposedly being Evan's father boomed. "My wife has just discovered that one of her pearl necklaces is missing. It's uncanny that it looks just like yours," he said hooking his finger to examine her necklace.

"Sir, you can't possibly think that I..." He cut her off as he ripped the necklace off. A few pearls fell and bounced on floor.

"YOU'RE FIRED!!"

The world literally shattered as Evan watched as a new scene replaced it. It was the dead of winter and he looked on as he saw Natalie standing next to her mother in front of an ATM on the street. Evan walked up to them but they didn't notice him when he tried to get their attention. Ms. White's breathing was harder than ever now. He looked at the ATM's screen and saw "YOU'RE BROKE!" dominate it.

Evan looked back at Natalie and her mother and saw the same towering shadow standing behind them placing its black hand on Ms. White's shoulder. She suddenly gasped and went ridged as Evan heard crunching and flesh tearing. Blood painted the front of her coat starting right where her heart was until something burst out of her chest. It was a black serpent holding Ms. White's small yet still beating heart in its maw. It bit down on it splashing blood everywhere and finally swallowing it.

Hawk bolted upright in his cot as he woke up from his nightmare gasping for air. His sheets stuck to his skin from his sweat. He looked over at Natalie's bed to see her sleeping on her side with her back to him. He gave a thankful sigh that he didn't yell out in his sleep. Hawk got out of the cot and looked out the window. The stars were still out but the sky looked to be getting a little brighter. He took his Rolex watch from his pants pocket and hit the light button. 4:30 A.M.

With dawn maybe an hour or two away he knew he couldn't get back to sleep even though he was still tired. Ever since that day eleven years ago he could never get back to sleep after a nightmare. Before Natalie and her mother were taken from him he would slip into their bed whenever he had a nightmare. When he did, Natalie would call him a scaredy cat. He looked back over to Natalie and thought he could try it. But he froze thinking about what she might think of him still doing that after all these years.

His question was answered when she moved over for him. He couldn't hold down a smile as he grabbed his pillow and slipped under her blanket. He tried to be decent about it as she was still naked and faced away from her.

"Glad to see some things never change," she said softly. "Scaredy cat."

The insult didn't even hurt him like it should have. Instead, it washed over him with a new sense of peace. A single tear escaped his eye as he realized that his old friend wasn't totally gone. He threw his decency away for a change and turned over to face her wrapping his arms around her waist holding her close. He could feel her hardened muscles under the rough skin of her back and smooth, rubbery belly.

"You sure you want to do that, Mr. Decent?" she asked challenging his resolve.

"Please, just this once?"

"A simple yes or no will do."

"Then my answer is yes."

"Okay. Then let's put these hands to better use."

She took his hand that was wrapped under her and pressed it to her firm breast making him message it. With his other hand, she slid it down her tummy and between her legs. His fingers moved on their own rubbing her nether lips. Her body was so hard from all the years she had worked that it greatly turned him on as she felt his erection poke her at the base of her tail.

"Mmm, yeah, right there," she cooed. "You like my hard body, don't ya?"

"I didn't even know I did."

"Well, feel free to explore all you want. Ahhh?!" She felt her clitoris pinched between his fingers. "You're not a virgin either, are you?"

"Last time my father was home, he took me to a brothel across the country and had me 'trained'."

"How long ago was... AHH!" His fingers dipped into her honey pot while still rubbing her clit.

"Two months ago. He wanted me to be familiar with the female body and arranged sessions with the girls."

He removed his fingers from her crotch and brought them up to his lips and licked her sweet nectar. When it was gone, he reached around to touch her chin and brought her in for a deep kiss. The passion in it nearly caused her to melt. Nearly.

"I have to say, though," he said when he broke the kiss, "this has been more enjoyable than being with those sluts. I'm with someone who actually cares about me. I have missed you so much that I nearly break down whenever I thought about you."

She rolled around to look at him but she held a wicked grin. "This has been more enjoyable, you say?" Hawk's face twisted into confusion as the mood was broken and felt his underwear forced down and his erection sprang free. She said as she rolled on top of him and continued, "You don't even know the meaning of the word." She straddled his hips pinning his erect cock under her wet pussy and looked down at him with very mischievous eyes. "But don't worry. I'll be the one teaching it to you. I always wondered what kind of stud you were."

Hawk was frozen by this turn of events as Natalie lifted her hips up. His heart hammered when she grasped his tool with one hand and grabbed his face under his jaw with the other leaning down to roughly kiss him. After adjusting his manhood to her wet pussy, she dropped down letting their hips meet with a very audible plop. Her body started to quake as she sat up.

"Meh," she said trying to make a tough face while sounding moderately satisfied, though it was obvious that she like the feel of his cock inside her. "Not as big as Fang, but this'll do. Everyone else is too scared to even get it up."

Hawk glared back at her. "Oh, that's it!" He quickly rolled over pinning her down. "Don't you know it's a bad thing to hurt a man's pride? I mean, here I am trying to tell you how much I love you and you totally ruined the moment. Then to top it off, you hit me below the belt so to speak."

"You say you love me," she smiled at him, "but you need to say it in a way that I understand. Remember, I'm from a different world and you're trying to following me. The only way you're going to get anywhere here is to speak our language. Mrf?" She was cut off when Hawk kissed her once more.

"Will you shut up already?"

"Then what are you waiting for?"

Hawk began to pull out slowly. The friction between them caused them both to shiver with excitement. Natalie's walls constricted on his retreating member making him gasp as he almost climaxed. When only the head was left inside he paused for a moment and slammed it back in sending a train sized jolt of pleasure through her body.

"OH MY GOD!!" she cried out. "You have done this before. It's so good!"

His hips rocked back and forth building a nice rhythm. Then his rhythm took a turn as he was taking longer strokes and taking a faster tempo. Love juices spilled from her wetting the inside of his thighs, which was handy because he was straddling her tail cutting down on friction.

Hawk grunted louder as he picked up the pace pounding her harder trying to plunge his cock even deeper in her. Each thrust sent more electricity through her and caused her large breasts to bounce hypnotically which drew his attention away for a moment and his rhythm wavered.

That moment was all she needed when she saw it and flipped them over back to where they started. She put her feet on the mattress in a crouching position and started a faster pace while her hands rested on his stomach.

"Next... lesson," she grunted, "even if it... feels good, always keep up... the pace. That goes for plundering, too. Because something... can always go wrong. You feel so good!"

As hazy as his mind was, Hawk was able to make out what she said watching as her breasts bounced wildly hypnotizing him. He could feel his climax on its way bucking his hip trying to end it on his terms, but she wouldn't let that happen with her riding him as hard as she was. She showed her dominance when she quickly moved feet out from under her slamming down on him making him stop his thrusting and continued riding him.

With his climax almost on him, Hawk saw his chance. He threw his hands up and pushed her hands off of him. "Damn those tits of yours!" He sat up burying his face between her globes and wrapped his arms around her grasping her ass causing her to cry out in ecstasy. "I love these tits, but I hate them! They robbed me of my advantage." Now he was in control of her movements lifting and lowering her. He emerged from the valley of her breasts and locked his lips around on one nipple sucking hard on it while a hand grasped the other breast squeezing just as hard. His boldness actually surprised her.

Now she found her own climax on the way and was determined to take back control. She grabbed his shoulders and tried to push him off. Instead, the hand that was on her firm ass started to knead it like dough.

"Oh no you DON'T!!" she declared when she felt her nipple pinched in his teeth and managed to push him back down. She brought her tail around and pushed down on his chest only to keep him still. She lifted one leg over him and rotated around into a reverse-cowgirl and continued with somewhat renewed vigor. "How much longer can you hold out, lad?"

"Not much," he strained grabbing her ass again with both hands. "You?"

"You almost had me," she panted. "But I'm still gonna make you cum before me."

"That may be, but I'm going to out with a bang!"

"That's the spirit! Now how are going to finish it?"

"Like THIS!" He pushed her tail off and sat up once more to wrap his arms around her only to fall to his side bringing her with. But there was a problem.

"Ha! You won't get much movement with my tail in the way."

"Then I'll try someplace a little closer."

Natalie's eyes widened when he retreated from her wet folds only to trace back until he found his new target. He lifted her leg out of the way and poked at her puckered tailhole. He gave her one more prod before he thrust it in.

"OH MY GOD!!" she cried out. She clearly hasn't done anal much but was enjoying it as her body was rocked with every thrust.

"Damn this is tight," he strained trying to keep a good pace. "Get ready. I'm about to burst! I love you Natalie!" He thrust his hips one more time before his whole body went ridged and his seed shot up her rectum.

The feeling his semen invading her in such a way caused her orgasm to approach the threshold. He finally got control of body as rocked his hips sending more ropes inside her.

"Oh yes, that's it. I'm almost there." However, her voice didn't reach him as his rocking started to slow. "Oi, don't stop now!" She turned her head to find that he fell asleep but his movements continued at a slower pace until they stopped completely. "Hey! Wake up and finish me off!" He didn't answer and she became pissed. "Boy, you are going to pay for this. Nobody stops until I say so. Nobody. Sleep well, Hawk, because you're going to get one rude awakening."

Morning officially came and Hawk's wake-up call was a rather rude one. "Hey! Wake up!" Natalie shouted and threw the blanket off the bed startling him into a sitting position.

Hawk look at the foot of the bed with sleep still in his eyes and saw her dressed and ready to take on the day. She wore a loose white shirt with a low hem, a black corset around her midsection and a black skirt that stopped just above her knees. Today, she decided to go without her eye patch. However, he didn't care.

Hawk quietly grumbled and fell back taking his pillow and putting it over his face to block out the light. Just as he started to relax Natalie walked over to him and pressed the pillow hard on his face. He flailed around on the bed trying to breathe before she ripped the pillow away.

"You tried to kill me!" he said as he tried to catch his breath.

"I tried to wake you up," she said rather coldly. "Now get dressed. I'm going to show you around."

"What the hell was that for?"

"I didn't cum yet!" she scowled. "And you fell asleep on me!"

"Damn, let the whole cove know, why don't ya?" he grumbled as he got out of bed. "I'm sorry."

"Next lesson: Don't ever apologize. It makes you look weak. I could have easily though you did it to get back at me and I would have been fine with it."

"Okay!" he groaned. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."

"Damn right, you will."

After Hawk got dressed in just his shirt and pants, Natalie led him outside into the sunlight. He started to look around when something hit his leg causing him to lose his balance until he felt another hit and fell flat on his back in the sand.

"Sorry, mister," a young voice said.

Hawk sat up to see two kids standing over him offering their hands to help him up. A human girl and an anthro tabby cat boy, both of them looking to be no older than 10 years old. He smiled as he took their hands and stood back up.

"Corbin, Mina," Natalie called, "I thought we told you that there is no running in the residential area."

"We're sorry, Captain," Corbin pleaded. "We just wanted to see the big boat you brought home."

"Just please be more careful."

"Here," Hawk said as searched in his pocket and pulled out a key ring with only one key on it. "This is the boat's skeleton key. It can open any door on it. But be careful, though. Its big enough you can get lost so stick to the maps." He tossed them the key and watched as they cheered thanking him and ran off.

"Hey, wait a minute!" The children froze and looked over their shoulders at her. "I just realized that school is in session. If you two don't get your butts back there I'm going to have you for breakfast!" She opened and slammed her jaws biting the air scaring the kids back to where they came from. "You can look at the boat after class," she called to them. She looked back at Hawk and noticed a stupid grin on his face. "Oh, don't say it."

"Got to. You sounded like a mother just now."

"Yeah?" she scowled. "Well, did you think maybe I was practicing? Perhaps I wanna have kids of my own someday."

Hawk was taken aback. "You mean, those two weren't yours?"

"Not necessarily." She started to walk and he followed close behind her. "This 'community' was founded by my crew way before I became Captain. Everyone here is either a runaway or someone who was failed by society. My crew and I have rescued these outcasts and gave them a proper place to belong. The Captain in known as the Robin Hood of the High Seas and the crew is pretty much the merry men. Also to be Captain of our crew means you are also in charge of this place like a mayor. So that makes me Robin, I plunder to support these people and anyone else who need it. And every one of them is free to come and go as they please we also help and raise each other, too."

Hawk looked to his left and to his amazement saw five men, both human and fur, working together to fix the roof of a cottage. "I have never seen such cooperation between the races before. What's the story with those two kids?"

"Corbin and Mina were runaways. Nobody knows a thing about their parents and we figured they were too young to understand or they do know but don't want to talk about it. A person's past is their own business no matter how young they are. They'll talk when they want and they're as close as we used to be. And they're not the only kids around either." She stopped and nodded her head up ahead. Hawk saw a large two story building backed up to the cove's back wall surrounded by a few tropical trees. "That is our all-purpose facility. School, shelter, hospital, and orphanage. If any of the adults want to take a child home, they can if the child wants to."

"What about money and supplies?"

"Mr. Whip and Fang handle those details. Whip goes and trades our loot for the cash that Fang uses to buy supplies. If there was anything specific like how much lumber a person needs, that person goes with them and shops with Fang."

Hawk laughed. "Yeah, I can definitely see that. Whip shaking down a trader for the top dollar."

"You hungry?"

"Starving!"

"Good. This way."

Natalie started off in a different direction and Hawk was about to follow until he spotted movement at the building as the children started to pour out followed by the teacher. She was a white wolf and only clothing she had was a white tank top and tan Capri pants due to the mild heat. Her outfit showed off her curves very well. Hawk watched as the wolfess saw them and walked toward them.

"Excuse me," the wolfess smiled sweetly. "Good morning, Captain."

"Morning, Teach," she smiled. "I hope Corbin and Mina weren't too much trouble."

"Not at all. Actually, quite the opposite." She looked at Hawk shaking a little like she was holding back some excitement but her wagging tail gave her away. "Were you the one who gave Corbin that key?"

"Yes, I..." He was cut off when she suddenly wrapped her arms around him in a hug with his face pressed in her sizeable cleavage.

"OH, THANK YOU!! You have just saved us from this fucking heat! And it's supposed to get hotter today! Now I'm thankful for A/C." Her fur felt like silk against his face.

"Language, Teach," Natalie warned as there were still kids around. "You'll have to find the ignition key from one of the crewmen."

"You are my hero, uh...?" She loosened her grip enough so he could finally get some air.

"My name is Hawk," he said. "I'm a new recruit."

"A bold name," she said seductively. "Anyway, Hawk, if there is anything I can do to pay you back," Hawk jumped when her hand grabbed his ass, "you be sure to let me know."

"Tabitha Robinson," Natalie said with venom in her voice, "that's my man you're playing with."

"My, my. Is that jealousy I hear? Everyone makes their own choice here, remember?"

"C'mon, Miss Robinson," one of the children called.

"Well, that's my cue. Good day to you, Captain. And to you, Hawk." As she moved away her hand drew across his face until her fingers flicked off his chin.

Hawk looked back to his Captain. "Okay. What the hell was that about? Don't tell me she's a..."

"She's the wench around here," she sighed. "But, she is equally, if not more, committed to teaching the children. She used to be a prostitute who wanted to teach. Then one day a few years ago she saved Mr. Whip from a loan shark's goon squad. He brought her home with the promise of the freedom of the shackles of money and have roof over her head and food in her stomach. She got all that she was promised plus teaching the children. She's been doing that and getting rocks off ever since."

"One more question," he said when they started walking again. "Where exactly are we?"

"A very good question," she smiled. "We are someplace most people wouldn't dare come to. We are about a half hour inside the Bermuda Triangle."

Hawk froze as the information sank in. "The... the Triangle?"

"And yet you still exist. That's why this place is so great. Most people are too afraid to come and we know how to navigate the sea from here to the mainland so there's no chance of getting sucked away by anything. And here we are."

Hawk looked with amusement at the low walled shack in front of them that looked more like a tiki hut. It had actual bamboo siding on the walls and the bar and topped off with a thatched roof canopy.

"Nice," he said as his mouth began to water as the smell of breakfast was strong in the air.

"Yep. Pull up a seat, Hawk." They sat at the bar under the canopy. "During the day it's more of a tavern, but at night is when the alcohol really flows. We'll be coming back tonight to give you a real party."

"I really appreciate it. Thank you."

Hawk looked around and saw a long shack a stone's throw away from the hut with four doors evenly spaced like a motel. From the spacing of the doors, the rooms themselves looked to be as big as a small hotel room with enough space for a bed and not much else.

"Those little rooms are for people who can't wait to get home or too drunk to do so. Also, Tabitha uses number 3 a lot."

"How long was she prostituting before coming here?"

"I think she said three years. I know, and she still looks good. She never smoked or did drugs or anything like that."

"Captain, you are way hotter than she is." His comment brought a smile to her face. It almost made up for not finishing her off earlier that morning. Almost.

That night, Natalie was true to her word as she brought Hawk back to the tiki hut. She wasn't lying when she said the alcohol flowed more at night as it wafted through the air. Hawk looked around to see almost every table filled with patrons. Tabitha was seen walking around with drinks serving the tables. She saw them and put the two mugs she was carrying to their table and waved with a smile.

Natalie was about to take Hawk to the bar but stopped when she saw all but one seat was taken. Tabitha followed her line of sight and immediately saw the problem as well. She held up a finger signaling them to wait. She swayed her hips as she came behind one of the patrons and slowly wrapped her arms around him. A few seconds later she gets him up and off to the side allowing Natalie and Hawk to sit down together. Hawk took the warmer of the two.

"There you go, you two," she said as they took their new seats.

"Thanks, Tabbie," Natalie nodded.

"Remember, Hawk. I still owe you for the A/C on the boat." She winked causing him to blush.

"C'mon!" the dunk man roared. "Are ya gonna let me fuck ya or not? 'Cause I'll gladly take my seat back."

"Okay. Catch ya later, Hawk." She held up three fingers to the bartender and he tossed her a key with a number 3 on the tag.

As Tabitha walked to the shacks, Hawk couldn't help but notice the sway of her hips and her tail swinging in sync. Just then, a tall glass of dark red liquid and ice was placed in front of him.

"There you go, Birthday Boy," the bartender said. "A nice glass of Captain Morgan."

Hawk was surprised at how much there was. "Dude, that's a regular glass. Shouldn't I have something smaller?"

"Only if you're chicken," a familiar voice said. Hawk looked to see Fang sitting next to him. "That there is what we call the Birthday Drink. You got to drink it all before the night is done."

"But I'm under age."

"You had champagne on ya when we took your yacht."

"Touché."

"18 is when a boy becomes a man around here," their captain said.

Hawk looked down at the glass of the dark amber liquid. He lifted it to his face and tried to take in the scent. He ended up inhaling too deeply causing his neck wrenched back and his head shook out of reflex when he caught the scent of the alcohol. His crew lightly laughed and snickered at him. He brought the glass back to his nose and lightly sniffed it. This time, instead of the blast of the alcohol, he detected a type of sweetness to it.

"C'mon, pretty-boy," someone shouted, "we haven't got all night!"

"Hey, shove it!" Hawk shouted back.

"Hawk," Fang said smiling, "it doesn't matter how you drink it, it just has to be gone."

Hawk's eyes went from Fang back down to his glass of rum and lifted it in the air. "I just had a birthday. So, happy birthday to me." He brought it to his lips and started to drink it.

Hawk was only able to take no more than a sip of it as the alcohol assaulted his taste buds and he had to put it down for a moment. His face twisted itself and his head shook wildly. The whole place laughed at his involuntary display. He took a drink from his glass of water to get the alcohol taste out and found that the sweet taste remained which was much more pleasant.

Focusing on the sweet taste of it, Hawk went for broke as he took a breath and started to down it. Each gulp caused a little more cheering from the tavern. When the last of it went down his gullet the whole place blew into an uproar cheering for him. His glass hit the counter followed by his head. His head slowly rose from the counter, his face red from the alcohol allowing his blood to color it. He stood and took a few wobbly steps behind Natalie.

"Lightweight!" called the heckler again.

Hawk swayed as he turned to his audience. "FUCK YOU!!" he slurred. He turned back to Natalie with a stupid grin and threw his hands under her arms grasping her breasts.

"What the Fuck?!" she yelled. He started massaging her chest and she did her best to stifle a moan. She may have liked it, but she couldn't show her weakness to the rest of the crew.

"Miss Robinson!" he called to the shacks. "I'll have to take your offer up another time! I got some making up to do with my woman!" Natalie quickly stood up and turned around getting out of his grasp slamming her fist into his gut. As he was reeling from the blow, she grabbed his hair and dragged him out.

Back at her hut, she let go of his head and pinned him against it. "Are you out of your mind? Or are really that much of a lightweight?"

His head swam as he looked up at her. "I just turned 18," he said looking smug. "I'm still under aged. You already know my dad is an asshole. He got me to start drinking after I turned 16 when some clients from overseas came to visit."

"Did you ever have a childhood to speak of after I left?"

"No. You and your mom were the only thing I had in those years, however short it was. He even smacked me across the face when I demanded you back." He watched as her face drifted to the side in sadness and used the moment to strike as his hands clumsily shot up to her chest and grasped her firm breasts.

"What the...? Hey!"

"Now, who was it that told me to always keep my guard up?" He stopped groping her for a moment as he took the hem of her shirt and pulled it down exposing her glorious globes. "I promised that I'm going to make you cum, and that's what I'm gonna do." He started to fondle her breasts more and teased her rock hard nipples with his thumbs.

"What?" she gasped. "Out here?"

"Not chicken, are you?"

"I'm the Captain," she said as a heavy blush painted her cheeks. "I can't be seen like this."

"Like what?" he asked as the alcohol clearly removed any limiters he had. "Like a normal person drowning in pleasure?" He lightly squeezed her breasts and licked one of her nipples.

"Just... Let me get us in first."

Natalie shivered with excitement as she walked passed him to retrieve her key. When she bent down to unearth it he came up behind her grabbing her breast with one hand and massaging her firm ass with the other. When she finally found it his hand moved under her skirt and under her tail only to find out that she didn't wear any panties. He grinned as he moved his fingers along her moistening vaginal lips making her legs quiver.

Somehow she managed to stand back up. She turned around attempting to punch him only to shove him with her fist. He was relentless when she turned back to her door to unlock as he came up behind her again wrapping his arms around her kissing her back between her shoulder blades sending shivers up and down her spine. All the attention she was getting was making her hands fumble with the lock.

When they were finally inside and the door was locked he whispered to her. "Tell me something, does the thought of getting payback against my father turn you on?" One of his hands slowly slid down and started to rub her crotch which she finally let out a moan for. "It does me."

"Mmh. You have no idea," she said seductively. She moved his hands away and then in a quick rotation she threw him like a rag-doll onto her bed. She crawled after him as he unbuttoned his shirt looking at him with those sexy eyes rubbing her breasts against him until they were right in his face. Her skin felt so smooth. "Lick me, worm!"

"Aye, Captain."

He kissed her large breasts before gently licking her soft, midnight blue areola eliciting a moan from her throat. With her body on top of him, she ground her hips against his already erect and throbbing cock begging to be let out of the confines of his pants while her pussy juices seeped through to meet it. He groaned in excitement as he wrapped his arms around her taking in her body expressing how he missed her. The scent she gave off and the salty taste of her skin made him feel like he sailing on the ocean. She cooed as she felt his longing for her in his actions.

She pulled away from him and looked down into his eyes penetrating his mind. She brought her hands up caressing her breasts smearing his saliva around. "You want to fuck this hard body again, don'cha, me Hearty?" He stared blankly at her and nodded. "And you will." She climbed off the bed and grabbed his head swinging him until he was hanging off the side and his shirt rolled up under his back. "But you have a promise to keep. And I think it'll be more comfortable without this," she said as she pulled his shirt out by the collar. She walked to the other side and unbuttoned his pants. "And this," she said pulling them off too leaving him nude and his cock pointing to the ceiling.

His Captain came back around the bed again and stepped over his head so that it was under her skirt and his face in her crotch. She lifted her skirt over his head so she could look down at him through the valley of her globes and grabs a fistful of his hair. "Eat me, swine. Fulfill your promise then you can fuck me." She grins evilly at him before she pulled on his hair forcing him to kiss her nether lips.

Still in his drunken stupor and now wedged between her muscular thighs, Hawk nodded his head and brought his tongue sliding it across her lower lips. He could taste the ocean again from her sex and it tasted wonderful to him. It was as if the sea was calling him through her and he accepted the call as he eagerly lapped a little faster. He looked up her body to see that her head was missing as she was leaning back enjoying the pleasure he was giving. He flicked her clitoris making her come forward with a quiet scream gripping his hair coming close to tearing it out.

"Oh, fuck yeah!" she moaned. "Haven't had a good tongue bath in a long time. It feels like the song of a mermaid throughout my body! Keep going! Harder!"

Hawk obeyed as he pressed harder against her catching the opening to her love tunnel and flicking her clitoris some more. He could feel her salty sweet nectar as it coated his face and her inner thighs. She was so delicious. He thought he was going to lose what mind he had left just eating her like this. He called on every trick he learned to give to his goddess. Eleven years was too long to be parted and he was going to make it up this night and every night after drowning in her scent and taste that mimicked the sea.

"That's it!" she howled. "Right there! I can tell that you missed me." Her legs tensed and relaxed as pleasure went through her like waves on a beach.

He stopped momentarily and looked into her eyes. "I loved you then and I love you now. I plan on dishing out my secret weapon. You ready?"

"Not just yet. Stick your tongue deep inside me!"

He licked her once more before plunging in like she wanted. His tongue's presence was met with little resistance as he moved it around like a worm tasting her insides. It wasn't until she smiled evilly down at him that her tunnel constricted on him holding him in place. He tried to pull out but to no avail. "Gotcha now! You're not the only one with a trick or two."

He glared up at her and thought, Oh yeah? He pressed his face tighter against her making a seal with lips. Before she realized what he was doing he blasted her with his vocal cords sending the vibrations deep inside her causing her to cry out in ecstasy. Because his special "training", the vibrations he created were a little stronger than normal. The assault on her almost made her knees buckle but was enough that she lost her grip and he was able to take his tongue back.

"Oh my God!" she panted. "I nearly came just then."

"Naughty girl," he said. Now he was sober. "You thought you could delay the inevitable, but what you just felt was one version of my Earthquake at a milder volume. Get ready for the best orgasm of your life." He licked his lips as locked on to her clitoris.

He was dying to fuck her as his dick was eager enough to become uncomfortable so he needed to get her off. He licked her erect nub before wrapping his lips around it and suckled on it making her gasp and moan.

"Almost..." she cooed. "I'm almost there! I want you to drink my honey when it hits!"

He took in a deep breath while he lightly touched his teeth to her button while pressing it in with his tongue and let loose a stronger blast of vibrations from his throat. They were so strong that they were sent directly to her core causing her eyes to roll back and her legs threatened to crush his head. Her climax crashed into her like a tidal wave and cried out when it hit giving him his cue to put his mouth under her catching her hot cum. He was able to catch most of it and drank it greedily as the rest coated his face.

Her leg muscles rippled around his face as she rode it out. Her legs eased up when she started to come down and bent over panting like just ran a marathon. Looking down at him, she saw his face was a mess from her juices and that she still had a death-grip on his hair and finally let go.

She stepped away so his head was out and smiled down at him. "That was incredible. Your father must have known some pretty good whores to teach you that."

He smiled with pride and said, "They only taught me the basics with a couple techniques. I came up with that move myself. The whores helped me perfect it. It'll work on any girl if I get the vibrations just right."

She climbed on the bed and then laid on top of him. "Well, I give it an A+. Well, you have definitely fulfilled your promise and we practically fought for superiority last night. What will you have of me?"

He thought for a moment then said, "On your hands and knees."

She cooed in anticipation before she got up off of him. He sat up putting his hands on her shoulders and started to slide them down and across her body while they were repositioning on the bed. His hands felt every rippling muscle as they contracted and relaxed thinking that he's going to have muscles like these someday. When his hands found her ass he gave both cheeks a firm squeeze and gave her exposed nether lips a single lick making her moan in approval.

"Very beautiful," he said as he parted her lips revealing her glistening entrance. "Your orders, Captain?"

She looked back at him over her shoulder and said, "Fuck me, me Hearty!"

"Aye aye!"

Hawk lined up his rod with one hand while his other hand rested on her hips. He let his tip settle in her entrance briefly while he draped her tail over his shoulder. When he was set he took her hips and rammed deep inside her.

With her already sensitive body from Hawk's assault, Natalie cried out in bliss from her sex being filled with every inch of his cock. He was about to pull out when she suddenly stopped moaning and looked back at him with a wicked grin.

"What the fuck?!" he said as found himself unable to pull out with added pressure around his cock. He realized she contracted her vaginal muscles on him and looked back at her face with a wicked grin of his own. "Okay, if that's how you want to play..."

Natalie's face turned to shock when Hawk grasped her tail putting his lips on it and attacking her again with his vocal technique. The vibrations quickly went through her tail and into her pelvis attacking all her organs at once. Saliva dribbled from her lips coating her chin as the pleasure spun her into another orgasm splashing her juices all over his pelvis. Her climax rocked her so much that it jarred his cock free from her hold. He held himself inside her as her arms quivered before giving out making her face land on her pillow.

"Let's not do that again, shall we?" he said darkly when she uncovered her face. "Because we both know what'll happen."

He started rocking his hips thrusting into her before she could say or do anything. Her climax provided excellent lubrication as he quickened his pace filling her velvety canal. His impacts were very audible and very wet. His rhythm suddenly as he started making his thrusts more forceful and increasing the volume of their wet contact.

"My goddess..." he panted. "My sexy sea goddess, you fell so good around my cock! How am I... in your pussy?"

"Oh my god!" she moaned. "You really make for your size with technique. I love it!"

Hawk felt a strong tingle in his loins. "Get ready! I'm about to cum!"

"Yes! Cum inside me!" She gripped her pillow hard. "I want to feel it all!"

Hawk wrapped his arms around her waist and pressed his chest against as best as he could with her tail in the way while giving her short, quick thrusts. "I... I'm CUMMING!!" He held her tighter when his body tensed and his cock surged sending a load of pent up seed straight into her womb and painting her walls. She contracted around his tool again, lovingly this time, as she wanted to keep his seed from spilling and milking him until he was done.

They turned over to lie flat on the bed and were enjoying the afterglow in each other's company.

"That was incredible..." she said.

"Top-dollar whores," he pointed out, "they make for excellent training partners."

As the days went by, this cove of his Captain's felt more and more like a home to Hawk. Everyday there was something to do. If there wasn't, he could kick back and enjoy the breeze and the sound of the ocean. He helped finish the repairs he saw the men were working on and he felt great to help out. He had to wear towels over his head and exposed skin so that he wouldn't have too much of a tan for when he went back to his father. He also continued to wear the same clothes he came with to damage them while he worked so he would look more like a castaway than a business man.

Miss Robinson, as Hawk found out, was a hard woman to ditch. Each day she tried to "repay" him for the first day she and her kids used the A/C on the yacht. At first he thought she was sexy, but that thought turned into annoyance. She would find him after classes and in the evening trying to talk into him into shack number three. She even asked him to give him a tour on the yacht. Everyone decided not to sell it and to just keep it in the cove.

On one night, Hawk had a meeting with his Captain and a couple of his crewmen to discuss how they were going to steal the money from his father. Hawk knew that the money was electronic and admitted to them that he wasn't very tech savvy. He told them that he only knew how to play solitaire, watch videos and read stories. His Captain told him that sometimes initiations do require more than one person to pull off. A Hammer-Head named Sledge tossed him a flash-drive with a Trojan Horse on it saying that it wouldn't be a problem and just plug it in his father's personal computer and he can do the rest. He also told him that he was the one who found the yacht for them to plunder. Hawk agreed to use the flash-drive on the condition that he would leave a little money to add insult to injury.

The fateful day came on Saturday. Hawk lay awake with his arms around his Captain and lover of the seas. He couldn't fall asleep the previous night even after a session of love making. Or another. Or another. Natalie was too tired to continue and told him to go on if he likes. She said the rhythm of his rocking was comfortable to her. He had sex with her sleeping form three more times, when he finally emptied himself, desperate to exhaust himself so he can find sleep too. He thought about going to see Ms Robinson to see if she had any tricks she could use on him, but the thought of what his Captain might do quickly changed his mind.

So there he stayed, content with being with the one who was lost to him for so long. As he pulled himself closer to her he felt her start to stir and reached over to kiss her. She cooed at his touch.

"Mmh. Mornin', love." She began to call him that the other day but she reserved it only when they were alone or around Fang. "Did get any sleep?" Hawk only shook his head. "Heh. No wonder I feel so full. You should've gone to see Tabbie. I'm sure she would have had a trick or two and you could show her your technique. Oh, well. Maybe you can catch a nap on the way there." She looked at him to see utter confusion on his face. "What?"

"You mean to tell me that you have no problem with me going to see Miss Robinson? What the hell?!"

"Oh, you can fuck her, all right," she winked. "She's had a lot of practice since she came here. Just come back to me is all I ask."

"Of course. After we get back at my father, nothing will separate us again." He smiled as he brought her in for a kiss. As he looked into her eyes he cocked his head as he thought of something. "When you said Miss Robinson has had a lot of practice, does that mean that...?"

"Okay," she cut him off. "I think it's time to get up."

"Oh, c'mon!" he said getting up after her.

"No!"

"Girl-on-girl is very kinky. Gimme the details."

"I don't want to."

"Did she put you on display for the cove? Is that why you don't want to talk?"

"She did nothing of the sort."

"Okay. Then what did she do?"

Natalie didn't answer this time after they got dressed and raced off the shore with Hawk on her heels.

"You're not getting away that easily!" he laughed.

Before leaving, they all decided to take the yacht as their ship for today painting it black and having a Jolly Roger flag with a shark flying on top of the mast. They did have another ship they used when they kidnapped/rescued Hawk but wanted to see if Evan Sr. would recognize it and make fun of him if he could. That was something Hawk would kill to see.

During the trip, Hawk decided not to get a nap. The tired expression would add more authenticity to his capture. He also took the time to do a little sunbathing to put a little color on him. He knew that every little bit would have to be believable. His hand absently stroked his healing black eye. It had been a couple days after he got it that he was able to see out of it again and the color returning to normal. He needed fresh bruises to really give his father a start.

"Captain," Hawk called.

"Aye?"

"Let's spar," he said with a mischievous grin.

She looked confused. "Why?"

"Fresh bruises. Need to make my kidnapping look believable." He went up to her with his arms up in a fighting stance.

"I see. Okay then."

Meanwhile, at the same pier that the yacht was last seen at was a man with binoculars pointed out towards the sea and a suitcase next to him. He was a portly man with a thick mustache and balding head. His wife stood behind him and was just as big as he was.

"I hope our son is all right," his wife said.

"He better be, my dear," Evan Sr. said still gazing out at sea. "My business needs someone to run it when I'm gone."

"I still want to try that new restaurant that just opened up."

Evan grumbled and continued to watch.

After a few minutes Evan spotted a black ship on the horizon. It stopped a half mile out and only two people were lowered into the life boat. As they rowed closer he could make out who was in it with his wife looking hopeful.

"Is it him?" his wife asked.

"Yes. The other one is making him row. When he slows down the ruffian hits him and shows him his knife but he doesn't stand up."

"Sir," he heard from his earwig. "Snipers are in position."

"Very good."

The boat comes up to the pier and Mr. Whip climbs out with Hawk as his "hostage." Hawk's skin was lightly reddened and his face was covered with fresh bruises. His old black eye was shut tight again and he had a new shiner on his other cheek.

"Evan, what have they done to you?" his mother cried.

"Stay back, Mom! They're ani..." He was cut off when Whip wrapped his tail tight around his neck.

"Quiet, all of you!" Whip growled as he moved away from the boat they used. His was standing on the balls of his feet at the edge of the dock so he could make a quick getaway. He flashed his knife and touched Hawk's face with it. "Now, throw the money in the water."

Hawk's father grabbed the suitcase but was hesitant to do anything.

Evan Sr. heard his earwig again. "Sir, none of the snipers have a clear shot."

"Listen," Whip hissed. "We don't care about you. We don't even care about your bastard son here." He flicked his knife drawing blood on Hawk's face. "If you care about your company like junior said, you'll do as we say. Heh. It's amazing what will spill from a little torture. We absolutely love the Chinese Water Torture."

"Laying it on a little thick, aren't ya?" Hawk whispered through his teeth.

"I will kill him!" Whip roared. "And he will die slowly."

"Stop!!" Sr. cried and threw the case into the water.

Whip immediately unwrapped his tail and fell backwards into the water. Hawk ran into his mother's waiting arms with crocodile tears smearing his face. Evan Sr. watched as Whip quickly swam to the ship but smiled as if the joke was on them.

He looked to his son still in mother's arms. "It's good to have you back, son."

"Thanks, Dad. It was horrible over there." Damn you, Father. You just wanted me back for your empire. "What about the pirates?"

"You don't need to worry about those bastards. The police filled that case with confiscated counterfeit bills and a water-proof GPS."

"I don't know, Dad. They didn't get where they are by being brainless." His father was curious at his words at looked through the binoculars back out to their ship to see them dumping the money into the water. "And I'm not sure if you noticed, but that ship is... was your yacht you loaned me for my birthday."

"That's alright. There's plenty where that one came from, but there's only one of you."

Really, Dad? That's so cheesy!

"Speaking of which, I still need to give you my present."

Hawk's surprise was evident from his raised eyebrows, but he had to control himself and stick to the plan. Now it's my turn to be cheesy. "Before we go any further, Dad," his voice sounded regretfully sincere, "I just want to say I'm sorry for disrespecting you in front of everyone that night."

"That was very big of you, son. But you know that forgiveness has to be earned, not given. Now, into the limo. Time to get your present."

They drove for five minutes across the harbor to a building that looked more like a hanger. Hawk knew his father kept a lot of things under wraps, but this surprised him.

"What's in here, Dad?"

"You'll see."

All three stepped out and his father punched in a code at the door. The console beeped twice letting him know that the door is now unlocked. He opened the door and held it so his son can go first.

It was pitch black inside. The sound of a switch was heard and all the lights came on revealing why the building was so big. Both sides of the building were lined with what looks like about 20 personal yachts from the front to the back with a larger one occupying the back half of the center lane. The front half must have been where the stolen one was kept. Each of the smaller yachts had their own lot numbers painted on the wall behind them. Hawk's jaw dropped on the outside but he was furious on the inside.

Father, you fucking bastard! All that money could have gone for something better than you! Hawk collected himself and turned to his father. "Dad, this is incredible..."

"You can have one to call yours. However, the big one is mine."

Damn it! "Okay, Dad." He started at number 1 and walked down the line. He stopped at number 7 examining the sleekness of it. He looked around from where he was at and none of others held the same appeal. "I like this one."

"I fancy that one, too."

"Dad?"

"Hmm?"

"Can I take it out later today?"

"So soon?"

"Yeah. See, I've made a decision on who I want to marry and I want propose to her out on the water."

"Splended! Of course you can. No time like the present. Who did you choose?"

Hawk showed him a genuine smile and said, "I want to keep that a secret. In case she says no. I don't think she even knows."

"I see. Well, we can stop by the jeweler's on the way home."

"Cool. Hey, Dad, can I bother you for one thing?"

"Sure."

"After we pick up the ring, can we stop by your office? I want to see what it looks like."

Evan Sr. was concerned now. His son was making all these requests on the same day he came back. "I don't know, son. That's asking a lot seeing as you just came home."

Now was the time to play his trump card. He had to get into his father's office and upload the Trojan so he looked at him with eyes that were deep in reflection. "Dad, the past week was nothing short of hell. There were times during my captivity that I thought for sure I would live to see tomorrow. Sometimes you got to grasp today while it's still here. So please fulfill my wishes."

Hawk was now playing his father like a violin as he gave a sympathetic smiled. "Okay, son."

At the jewelry store, Hawk pretended he was having a tough time trying to find the right ring as paced up and down and staring at a certain ring before moving and immediately going back to it. He knew what he wanted but he spent a half hour "trying" to find it hopefully trying to annoy his father. He wanted the most expensive ring they had and he knew exactly where it was because he came here with his father a couple times before. He found the ring and showed it to his father which caused his jaw to drop. It was a platinum ring with the face of skull that sparkled with smaller diamonds that covered the face, 2 rubies for the eyes and 8 sapphires for the teeth. It was a pure ring that had a price tag for $1,059.49.

Evan Sr. did start to protest about the ring and asked about the woman Hawk chose as his wife. He told him that he still wants to surprise him and that when he was interacting with her she said that she liked the concept of pirates. He said he liked her enough to try to tickle her tastes.

Hawk took note of his father's suspicion. He was moving too fast and was being too eager. He apologized to him saying that he had gone over exactly what he wanted to do during his captivity and reminded him about what he said back at warehouse about seizing the moment. His father took in what he said and agreed paying for his son's "engagement" ring thinking that he actually cared about this girl whoever she was.

It was another half hour drive to Evan Sr.'s office building after finally getting something to eat at their favorite 5-star restaurant. Hawk knew that that would be the last time he would eat fancy like that again.

As they approached his father's building, Hawk was starting to get excited again. The whole week of planning was finally coming to the next stage.

"Okay, thank you," his father said before he got off his cell phone. "Well that was the guy at the pier. Your yacht is in the water and waiting for you at pier 9."

"Thanks, Dad." Yeah, thanks. Your usefulness is coming to a close pretty soon.

As they stepped into the elevator, Hawk's excitement only grew. Normally a ride in the elevator comforted him. His mother told him stories about when he was a baby that the only thing that would calm him down was the smooth ride and music of the elevator. Even Natalie's mother had trouble until she had him in the elevator. But this time was different as they were heading up and his father took notice when his son couldn't stop fidgeting.

"Are you okay, son?"

"I'm just a little excited. I'm finally going to see your office."

"More than a little. I don't know why you want to see it. It's just an office."

"One that I'll be sitting in one day. Can't I sit in the chair to see what it's like?"

His father was still a little suspicious at his son's decisions. But he reminded himself of the hell he went through.

The elevator dinged when they reached the top floor and they stepped out into a short hallway with only one door at the end. The only guards were on the ground floor and a special key was needed in the elevator to go to the top floor. They stepped through the door at the end of the short hall into a long conference room. There was a desk at the other end of the room on elevated flooring and a long oval shaped table with chairs occupying the rest of the room. Hawk gave his father a quizzical look.

"I thought this was your office."

"It is my office. This is where I conduct business with other big wigs."

Hawk started his walk along the room. With his imagination, he saw other men in business suits possibly talking with his father on how to make more money or ways to steal it. It was an extreme thought but it still made his blood boil. He looked up to see his father's computer sitting on the desk and smiled like a predator that finally came across the prey it wanted.

"Hey, Dad," Hawk said as he took a seat at the desk. "What exactly do you do here?"

"We do taxes here."

Oh my God. My father is the king of Nottingham! Suddenly his eyes were wide with realization but tried to hide it as best he could. Oh shit... That makes me, ME, Maid Marian! My Captain is never let me hear the end of it.

His father continued. "Sure, our rates are a little higher. But think of all it accomplishes."

Does lining your pockets count? "Would you mind if stay here for a bit to soak all this in?"

Evan Sr. walked up next to the desk. "What about your boat ride? And your mother wanted to go to this new 5-star restaurant downtown before you were captured after your birthday."

He had to get his father out of there so he could get on the computer. "Let's see. Its 5:00 now. I hang out here for a little bit then take a cab back to the piers, then I take a little ride with my future fiancé to propose to her and drive around a little more. I'm thinking I could be back and meet up with you right around 7. How does that sound?"

"Hmm. I guess so. Seize the day." He took out a twenty dollar bill and put it on the desk for his cab fare.

Hawk watched with steeled eyes as his father walked back across the room. When his father finally disappeared through the door he let out a happy sigh as he was finally alone. He turned on the computer and reached into his pocket to pull out the flash drive. Its window came up revealing only two items on it: one was for a webcam link to the Hammer Head that gave him the drive and the other was the Trojan itself. He clicked on the webcam and an image with electronics along the wall came up and put on a headset.

"Are you there, Sledge? I'm on."

The Hammer Head came in from the left and sat down putting on his own head set. "About time, Hawk."

"I know. I couldn't be too fast otherwise he would've gotten too suspicious. So what now?"

"Now you let me take it from here." He went to work as Hawk's mouse moved on its own. He clicked on the Trojan and typed in the code to start it. Files of documents came and what he saw amazed him. "Jackpot! Look at these. This one here has the names of all your father's partners. And these are all the people he's got as costumers and how much he's charging them. And look at all these different accounts. Those poor souls."

"I figured. My father has a warehouse full of 20 personal yachts plus another large one like the one we took."

He looked at him in bewilderment. "Are you serious?"

"Dead serious. He even gave me one and I'm taking it out when this is done. I want to be the one who gives him the final 'Fuck You.'"

"I figured you would. I already have a remote trigger set up. All you need to do is plug in the flash drive, bring up the program and hit Enter." He did some more typing and a new icon appeared in Hawks flash drive.

Hawk watched as more documents were coming and thought of something. "Hey, Sledge, think you bring up something from 11 years ago?"

"Let's see. Any particular date?"

"All of December before New Year's Eve."

"Okay." He typed furiously on his end and more documents came up. Then he spotted the one Hawk was looking for and brought it to the front. "I believe this is what you were looking for?"

Hawk looked at it and his eyes welled up as he Ms White's name on it. It was a transfer statement from her accounts into one of his father's leaving her with no money. Looking at the date, it was right before his father fired her. "That's the one. How did he do it?"

"He had to have paid someone off to do it." Another window came up saying that the Trojan was successfully loaded on to the computer. The anti-virus and spyware program tried to get rid of it but Sledge was too smart as he completely disabled it. "That's it," he chirped. "Just pull the trigger and you got him."

"Thanks. Can you print that document off on your end? I think our Captain should see it. And you do see her have her come meet me about a mile out from here."

"Will do. But what for?"

Hawk smiled as he pulled the ring box from his pocket and opened it showing him the skull ring inside. "I have a question I want to ask her. This cost my dad just over $1,000. Do you think she'll like it?"

Sledge looked at it through the computer and smiled. "I know she will."

Evan Sr. sat at a table with his wife at new restaurant that he told his son about. However, his son hasn't shown up yet and he was getting concerned. His wife already had three glasses of top-dollar wine while they were waiting. He looked at his Rolex to see that the time was 7:30. He knew his son was hardly ever late and always made an effort to be a little early.

"I'm going to give him a call," Evan said. His wife only hiccupped in response. He scrolled through his contacts and found yacht number 7 and dialed it.

After a few rings the phone was picked up before the answering machine got it. "Hello?" Hawk sounded like he was out of breath and the sound of moaning was heard in the background. "That you, Dad?"

"Yeah. What's going on? You are really late."

There was a short pause before Hawk spoke thinking that he looked at the clock. "Ah, damn. I'm sorry. It's just that she said yes."

"Congrats, son. Now are we going to meet her or what?"

"Well, thing is... Hey!" The sound of voice faded as the phone was taken away.

"Hi, Daddy-in-Law!" said a mature woman now on the line. "I am so happy your son proposed to me."

"Uh... I'm happy, too. So what's your name?"

"Sorry," she giggled. "I promised Junior here that he would introduce me in exchange that I have him for the rest of the night. Can't wait to meet you, though." She kissed him through the phone and handed it back to Hawk.

"Sorry about that. I wanted to call but she wanted me."

"That's okay, son. At least I know you're alright. Make sure you let the anchor down if you're staying out there."

"Already done that, Dad." Complaining could be heard from the woman telling him to get off. "I'll see you..." The phone hung up cutting him off before he could say "tomorrow."

On the yacht #7, Hawk placed the phone on the ground. He and Natalie were on deck naked under a some sheets laughing their heads off. He knew his father would call when he didn't show up and brought the phone up from below deck.

Hawk looked over at his new fiancé with tears in his eyes trying to catch his breath. "Is it a sin to be having so much fun?"

Natalie laughed a bit more before looking at him. "If it is, we're doomed to Hell."

Hawk reached over for a glass of rum and raised it. "To our future."

Natalie raised her own glass next to his, her skull ring shimmering in sun. "To exacting a bit of revenge and our future."

"Right," he chuckled.

They brought their glasses together and took a drink. Hawk was about to lower his glass away from his lips when he saw that Natalie was still drinking from hers. Not to be seen as a wuss, he continued drinking and downed it just after she finished. He still reeled from the alcohol but he found that he was starting to like it.

Natalie watched him as he put his glass down next to hers. "You got a long way to go."

Hawk let out a single laugh that sounded more like a hiccup and said, "Can you imagine what my father's face would look like if he saw me drinking like a barbarian?"

"Who cares?" she said as she beckoned him over to her. "That man has no idea what's going to happen. He's an idiot."

"An idiot that's going to get his just desserts," he said before he pressed his lips to hers in a deep kiss and threw their sheets over them as they laid back down.

The next morning, Evan Sr. walked into his office with a mild hangover while carrying a bottle of water. He hardly remembered what happened last night as he and his wife stayed at the new restaurant a bit too long enjoying their wine selections. At first it was to celebrate his son's engagement before becoming drunk and turning into a small party of two.

He groaned from the pain as he sat down in his chair and turned on his computer. He opened the top drawer taking out a bottle of aspirin. He took a couple pills when his desktop came up and noticed that there was a flashing icon on the screen. He clicked on it opening the webcam and seeing his son on the other side.

Hawk noticed his father and said, "Morning, Dad. What happened to you? You look like crap."

"I feel like crap."

"Drank too much wine again? Too bad. I was looking forward to ruining your morning, you greedy bastard. Oh well, looks like I'll be making it worse."

His surprise spiked his pain as it made his head twitch. "What did you just call me? How dare you talk to me like that!"

Hawk smiled. "You're right. Calling you a bastard would be an insult to dogs everywhere. I should be calling you a greedy MOTHER FUCKER!!"

Evan's pain intensified and he grabbed his head. "Evan Michael McNeal Junior! I am your father!"

"Uh-oh!" a woman's voice said sarcastically. "He just middle-named you." A figure came up behind Hawk and put her ringed hand on his shoulder showing it to the webcam. She bent down to show her face to the camera.

Hawk said, "He can take that name and shove it up his ass!" He looked back to his father. "My name is Hawk and you are not my father. And speaking of names, allow me to introduce, or rather 'reintroduce' you to this fine lady who is now my fiancé. Her name is Natalie White, daughter of one Miss Samantha White. The one you fired 11 years ago because of her pearl necklace."

"Long time, no see," she waved.

"You..." Evan said. "You're one of the pirates that kidnapped my son. Evan, you're suffering from Stockholm syndrome. Come back so you can get treated."

"Stockholm?" Hawk said as he looked at Natalie. Their lips pursed before they broke into laughter. "Seriously? This isn't about survival, it's about payback! All my life you haven't done one thing for me that wasn't in your best interest. Giving me this yacht was pretty much the only thing. The ring? The only thing you thought about was my heir to your company. Well I'm not having my child grow up around corruption. And it was that corruption that changed us the day you took Natalie away from."

"And your pirate friends aren't corrupted? This whole world is decaying."

"You couldn't farther from the truth. It is true that the world is decaying and you were right to be suspicious of me when I came back. But my Captain here," he nods his head to Natalie, "goes by another name. She goes by Robin Hood of the High Seas! They have the perfect community on this island inside the Bermuda Triangle. By the way, I told my friends about your yacht stockpile and your garage is getting ransacked as we speak."

Evan sits back in his chair smiling at the webcam and said, "Robin Hood of the High Seas, eh? Those yachts are nothing to me and I can always buy more. You need to steal my money directly and you need direct access to my..." His face dropped in realization.

"I think he finally gets it," Natalie said with an evil grin.

"You're not the only one with great tech support, Evan," Hawk said as he rested his index finger over the Enter key on his end. "I got my finger on the plug ready to send your money along with your associates' money down the drain. It'll get distributed evenly back to all the people you and your friends ripped off."

"Why are doing this?" Evan asked.

"I told you. This is payback for what you did to us."

"Now you're going know what it's like to have your money taken away," Natalie said.

"Please don't..." Evan pleaded. "It'll ruin me!"

"There you go again thinking only about number one," Hawk said as he shook his head disappointed. "This my last goodbye, Evan. But don't worry. You'll be left with a thousand dollars to your name for you and your wife to fight over. It's enough to get you by if you use it wisely, but you'll never see another penny unless you earn it yourself." He inhaled deeply and Natalie just watched as the grand finally was about to start when he raised his left fist.

Hawk flipped Evan his middle finger and shouted, "FUCK YOU!!!" His other hand hit the Enter key and the webcam shut off and the screen in front of Evan was filled with red windows coming up one after another. Each of them had numbers on them ranging in the millions of dollars rapidly declining until they hit zero.

Evan watched in stunned horror as account after account was getting drained including his Swiss bank account. He just sat there when his phone started ringing off the hook as his former partners and investors called taking up every one of his lines. His wife was trying to call his cell phone trying to tell him that all 10 of her credit cards were declined. A final window came up on top of the others. He recognized it as his original bank account as it, too, was getting drained. He sat there in a numbed daze just punching keys on his keyboard trying to stop his only friend from leaving him. The rapid count down finally stopped leaving only a thousand dollars. The same number that Hawk promised.

Evan McNeal Sn. was done for. Plundered by Robin Hood of the High Seas.

The End

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And now for your pleasure, an original poem I wrote.

Money

Money can buy you food to fill your belly

Money can buy you power for your home that doesn't waste

Money can buy you gas to get you to work at the deli

Money can buy you sweets that tickle your taste

Money can buy you a sitter for your kids while you're away

Money can buy you that luxury car for all to see

Money can buy you a ring for your sweetie at play

Money can buy you a plane to take you from where your children be

But a well know fact that's kinda tart

Money can never buy a loving heart

So for those of you whose paychecks aren't so great

Just remember

You have something the rich will never take