Free Chained Cargo by Lesley Owen Page A

free end of the chain, leading her like a dog around the deck. Her large breasts with their iron nipple rings swung to and fro underneath her as she moved around. As she scrubbed backwards and forwards her crotch became exposed for all the crew to see.
    Sarah moved next to Quinn and watched with her. “Those brands on her arse look deep and she looks as though she’s been freshly whipped. I know she got you imprisoned and you suffered badly but how can you be so harsh?”
    “Look you can’t imagine how hard it was on that infernal French island and it was all because of her. For six long years I was flogged, used and made to labour, day and night. Because I was young and good looking the guards would chain me up much like we do to Danielle and fuck me until they’d had enough. They would often torture me. She hasn’t endured anyway near what I have, but that will come.”
    “Why were you tortured?”
    “Because they enjoyed doing it and because I wasn’t supposed to survive.”
    “What did they do to you?”
    “I’ll give you one example. They erected a heavy wooden x-shaped cross near my hut. It had a short thick piece of wood sticking out at its centre that was v-shaped at its top. They would lift me on to it and attach my wrists and ankles to the cross. I would be left spread-eagled on this thing with my crotch on the V for hours. They would sometimes flog me on it as well. Once a month my warden would put me on it facing it and then give me my regular evening whipping. Afterwards he’d leave me on it all night.”
    “My God! That must have been terrible!”
    “Yes it was; but I survived. Now I want my revenge. Expect Danielle to suffer more lashings and torment whilst she remains in my hands, so have no pity for her. No one had any pity for me”

7. Port Royal
     
    The Scorpion anchored in Riply Bay late one morning . Port Royal was bustling with activity. Dozens of ships were in port and the Scorpion was lost in a forest of masts. Quinn and Swift went ashore to look around for anyone with any news of Captain Booth’s ship. They finally found an old pirate Will Tucker in one of the taverns , the Happy Hog. He recognised Quinn immediately.
    “Jacqueline! Long time, no see! What ya doin’ in Jamiaca?”
    “I thought I’d try and get a chunk of Spanish gold and see my mate John! What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be with him?”
    “A rrrr h, I lost me lower left leg to a cannon ball last year up near Tortuga. I’m still not too steady on this peg leg of mine. I’ve been shore bound ever since. I’m getting’ used to it though. Should be able to dance a gig soon!”
    “Is the Fortune here?”
    “No. Captain Booth sailed north a good month ago. He’s been operating around the Bahamas and the Turks and Caicos Islands. The Spanish treasure fleet pass by on their way to Spain and he hopes to take one.”
    Swift was listening intently. “Why not operate from Tortuga?”
    “The French have taken to controlling it; it’s part of San Domingue now. Only French pirates and privateers can use the island. British pirates in this region are all now centred here. The Governor turns a blind eye. It’s not ideal for attacking and plundering Spanish ships leaving Habana .W e have to sail a good distance north to intercept them. It’s all getting more difficult. Spanish treasure ships laden with gold and tobacco are now escorted by Spanish men o’ war as far as the Bahamas.”
    Quinn looked concerned. “Is John going to be back any time soon?”
    “No one knows.”
    “Do you know where he’s likely to be?”
    Tucker grinned. “ Yes. But l et’s move to somewhere more private, have some drinks and talk about it.”
    They found an enclosed wooden cubicle with a table at the back of the inn. Tankards of ale and rum arrived along with some jerk chicken and potatoes to eat. The inn had filled up and was humming with conversation. No one would overhear the three of them.
    Tucker leant forward. “I know