I was running away. I couldn't take this pressure anymore. My family honestly expected me to marry a man over twice my age! I would not live the life my mother chose to live. I wanted a marriage of love and passion, and that is what I intend to find!
That is why I am now chartering my passage on the Amity Black Ball Line ship headed to America from England. It is the year of Our Lord 1821 and I am eighteen years old. I am hoping that this trip will lead me to a happy new life where I can experience the love of man. I am quite old enough to be married, and I intend to marry well.
As I attempt to board the ship I am stopped by a man, the captain I assume. The man asks where I am headed. I am quite confused, and answer quietly that I am boarding the ship to travel to the states. He looks at me as if I am mad, and tells me that I must be mistaken. Now I am angry, I bought the ticket, now I am going to America! I pull out the ticket that I purchased that morning and tell him I wish to be shown to my quarters. This is the Amity, correct? I have booked my passage on this ship.' As he examines the ticket he seems at a loss for words, which did not make sense, since this is a passenger ship!
He shows me to my room and tells me not to get comfortable, then leaves. I am shocked, what kind of captain treats his passengers this way? I look around my room and am surprised at how mistreated the ship looked. It is quite dirty and beaten. Not at all like the other passenger ships I have been on. My family is very wealthy, and enjoys many of life's finer luxuries. Being a part of the Montgomery family may seem to be a blessing, but it is tiresome. My father, William Montgomery owns over half of town we live in, including the bank, hotel, diner, and mercantile. And he planned to marry me, his only child, off to the man that owns the other half of the town, a man older than my father.
Being a child in a wealthy family such as mine, we are raised differently. I went to an all girls private school, and was raised by a nanny. And in this school, the girls get curious about boys, since we never see any that are not related to us. So we find other ways to find out about them, starting with the libraries restricted section. I found some wonderfully educating books on males and their phallus in there. After I read each of the books offered there, a friend jokingly bought me a copy of The Minx and the Art Teacher.' It was the greatest book I have ever read! It is a tale of a high society girl of seventeen years and her affair with her older, married art teacher. He taught her to paint, and the ways of passion and pleasure. The only bad thing about the book was, there were no pictures. But I have a vivid imagination. I would see myself as the fornicatress and my tutor as the art teacher. It wasn't long after I received this book that I began to touch myself trying to bring myself to pleasure. I brought The Book, which is what I call The Minx and the Art Teacher,' with me, but I keep it hidden in my trunk.
There is a hard knock at my door, and two gentlemen who looked to be brothers in their early twenties come in before I could ask them to. The one I spoke to earlier is one of them. The other man finally introduces the two of them, he is Jake Cavanaugh and his brother is Caleb Cavanaugh. He then asks why I am on his ship. I again tell the two that I am a paying passenger on my way to the states. Jake then informs me that this ship is no longer a passenger ship; it is a plundering ship for the Crown. I cannot believe my luck! I at last find a way out of England, and now I am going to be killed in a pirate ship! I ask them if they are going to America and Caleb replies yes we are, but you cannot go. We cannot have a woman on this ship.' Why not?!' I demand I need to get to America, I cannot stay here!' The two men look at me with surprise on their faces and ask me why I need to get to America. I try to calm myself; I do not want them throwing me off the ship thinking I am hysterical.
Please sirs, do not make me leave. I have paid my passage onto the ship, and just wish to go to America. I have family waiting there for me,' I lie. I know no one but an old schoolmate in America, but I am hoping they will take pity on me. Miss, what is your name?' asked Jake. My name? Well I am Isabelle Barrister.' Which is partly true, I am actually Icephina Isabelle Montgomery, but they would recognize my name and surely send me home, or hold me for ransom. Which I would not mind them holding me, I have been undressing the two with my mind since they entered my quarters. I bet Caleb could make me scream with pleasure with those large hands of his. Well Isabelle, do you mind if I call you Isabelle? Why are you traveling unaccompanied? asked Jake. I barely heard him over the sound of my pounding heart. I wanted to feel the two of them touching my bare skin so much so that I could barely stand. Well Mr. Cavanaugh, I do not have anyone to travel with me. I spent my last bit of money on this ticket. And I do not mind, you may call me Isabelle.' This is another lie. I had over 600 pounds locked in my trunk. If they knew, they would probably tie me up and steal every penny. Oh but I wish they would tie me up! Call me Jake, Isabelle. And I am sorry, but this ship is full of sailors and no other passengers.' Please sir, take pity upon me. I did not know this ship was a plundering ship! I need to get to America, there has to be some way I can stay aboard! This is the only chance I have to get there!'
Maybe I should have left that last part out. Caleb, who has been quietly staring at me during this entire conversation, got a gleam in his eyes when I admitted I had no other way to America. No other ship would sell a ticket to an unaccompanied female, and now they knew that. Are you a virgin Miss. Isabelle Barrister?' Caleb asked. What kind of question is that?' I demanded angrily, though honestly it kind of excited me. What does my virtue have to do with traveling to America?' I asked. Well Miss. Isabelle Barrister, with this ship full of men and you being the only woman, we cannot promise that your virtue will stay intact.' I understood the meaning of this instantly; I would tempt the crew of this ship. The men will be out at sea for months at a time with no woman, and now one is here for the taking. I need to leave England, and your ship is the only one that can take me there. Please, if I have to I will stay in my quarters as much as possible.'
Okay Miss. Isabelle Barrister, but you have been warned. These men are not gentlemen; they are rough men with no boundaries. Keep your wits about you.' Caleb warned. Jake did not seem to like the idea of allowing me passage on his ship, but did not state his disapproval. As the men left the room, Caleb looked back at me and added, it's not just the crew you need to worry about.' Then he left me alone.
After Caleb ad Jake left, I almost swooned from the burning excitement and sheer terror. I could not believe I had to spend the next month on a ship with two of the most delicious looking men I have ever seen. These men were not the type I was used to seeing. They were unshaven and obviously hard working men. They were dressed in common street clothes and had untamed hair. Caleb's hair was the color of coal and Jakes, the color of honey. They both had a face that looked like it was chiseled from stone, and the color of the desert sand. Just thinking about them gave me a feeling of longing that I have never before felt. I was scared and excited at the same time. I wanted to know the touch of a man, but I knew their touch would probably be more than any innocent could handle.
I spent the next two days in my quarters, not sure what to expect when I came out, but knowing I would go stir crazy if I spent anymore time trapped there. So I collected as much courage as I could muster and headed above deck. There were at least ten men in my field of view as soon as I came up. They were all working hard until they noticed me. All hustle and bustle ceased and every eye was on me, well not me, my bust. Every fiber of my being was tingling with awareness. That is when I seen Caleb for the first time in two days, and I was hit with an uncontrollable burning in the pit of my stomach. He started walking towards me as he yelled at his men to continue working. He was sweaty and dirty from whatever he had just done, and he looked so handsome. He never took his eyes off mine as he sauntered forward towards me. It took about ten seconds for him to reach me and in those ten seconds, I thought of ten different ways to strip his clothing off. I wanted to see his hard body out of the confines of his sensible work clothing. I knew he would be all muscle, and hard as stone.
When Caleb finally reached me, he had a look on his face that said he knew exactly what I was thinking. I must have turned scarlet, because he chuckled and said You have been up here but a minute and already you are pink as a pansy. Is the heat too much for you my flower?' The dimple on his cheek about made me moan out loud. I stuttered my reply No sir the heat is fine, tis you that is the problem.' I could not believe I had said that! With him staring at me I could not think straight. I had to get away! I turned to head back to my room. As soon as I got below deck, someone grabbed my arm and pulled me below the stairs. I started to scream when a hand flew over my mouth. Do not scream my ocean flower; you know you dreamt of this since you boarded my vessel.' I recognized Caleb's voice and would have collapsed if he hadn't had a hold on me.
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