Pirates of the Caribbean
It was impossible to tell if it was morning or evening. I slowly opened my right eye, then the left, then both. Nothing but pitch darkness and complete silence.
Somewhere in the distance, the sound of a ship's bell rang out. Well, that's it, I thought, we're done for...
Suddenly, there was a crash and a creak from the entrance door of our tavern. Heavy footsteps and the creak of boots were heard on the perpetually squeaky wooden floor. "Landlady!" a voice boomed in a baritone.
"Yes, sir," came the sleepy voice of Jessica, the tavern keeper.
"Pieces of eight! Pieces of eight!" I cried out, delighted at the thought that the night cloth might be removed from my cage.
"Sylvia
, dear! Free Flint!" Jessica said matter-of-factly.The cloth flew off the cage, and I was hit by the aroma of a mixture of perfume from the tavern prostitute, the mulatto Sylvia, and alcohol. Immediately, I caught the fresh smell of a pig roasting on a spit.
At the bar stood a tall, slender gentleman of about 35. He wore a magnificent black coat with many buttons, cuffs on the sleeves, an eye patch, and on top, a black tricorn hat adorned with red and blue feathers. This was the captain of the pirate ship, Robbie Williams.
"Rrrooobb, Rroob gooood," I cried out, turning my right eye towards him, "peeces of eeeight."
"Flint, shut up!" the captain thundered throughout the tavern. "Jess, prepare meat and drink for us, the crew will be coming ashore soon," he cut a purse from his belt with a cutlass and threw the coins to Jess.
"rrrrrooobb," I chirped quietly and began to drink from my water dish.
After a while, the ship's crew barged into the tavern. Boatswain John entered, dressed in breeches and a caftan, with a knife on his belt and a black patch over his left eye. Behind him came navigator Bill, first mate Beckkins, and then the boarding party. With grandeur and a haughty air, quartermaster Phil Thatcher, nicknamed Bluebeard, the richest man in the crew, entered the tavern. He wore tall, creaky black boots, a long-tailed coat, a tricorn hat adorned with feathers of various colors, and a gray beard decorated with interwoven blue ribbons of Indian silk.
The tavern became noisy. Someone from the crew splashed rum into my water dish; the smell of alcohol hit my head. I'm certainly not a drunkard like some, but yes, on occasions like these, I do drink.
"Flint, good bird," a sailor laughed, patting my cage.
"Jjjiimm, gooood," I chirped in response.
The pirates settled on long benches along the tables and began banging their empty mugs. Such a noise arose. Everyone started running around, bustling.
"Sil, where is Miss Olgerta?" Bluebeard inquired.
"She is in her apartment, sir," the mulatto woman replied immediately.
"Gentlemen, behave decently!" Thatcher ordered the crew and went up the creaky stairs to the second floor.
"Jess, and where are our sweet lovelies?" asked Rob, sipping his rum from a glass while sitting at the bar.
Cook Jenkins, a huge black man, was already boldly wielding a spit in the fireplace with someone from the crew, finishing roasting the pig. Rum flowed like a river into mugs on the tables. The pirates began to drink and reminisce about the past voyage to an island in the Atlantic. They had already started cutting pieces of meat from the spit and carrying them to the tables. The motley crew was having fun. The tavern came alive.
And then, on the stairs, appeared the beautiful Adele, in a bright blue silk dress. She stepped gracefully down the steps, smiling lustfully. After all, now the pirates' money would migrate to them, to their bottomless purses.
"Gentlemen, who desires paid love?" Adele addressed the hall and smiled a snow-white smile.
"What about unpaid love?" someone shouted in the hall.
General laughter erupted.
Adele approached them closely and placed her right foot on the table, exposing her right thigh, clad in a black nylon stocking with a bright pink garter.
"Ooooh, yeeees," a hum rose from the crowd, and one of the sailors began to greedily grope her.
Adele fanned out and slapped the bold one's hands.
"Pay, then touch!"
The crowd of hungry pirates grew restless, and everyone began throwing coins into a bowl standing in the middle of the table.
And then, with my left eye, I noticed Sylvia approaching Rob, and he was whispering something in her ear. She laughed and slowly sank to her knees before his chair. Her full skirts framed her like a bell. A corset helped her keep her back straight.
Immediately, her nimble fingers unbuttoned Rob's fly, and she pulled out a not-so-small weapon.
From the right came shouts of approval from the sailors.
"Captain, we're with you!"
"Captain, our time has come!"
The noise did not subside, and meanwhile, Sylvia, already slowly and tenderly moving her hand, was jerking off Robbie Williams's cock, the terror of the seas and the British fleet.
"Sssylviaaaa gooood!" I squeaked.
My left eye, then my right, as I turned my head, widened.
Sylvia gently ran her tongue over the head of Rob's cock; the latter let out a drawn-out moan. Sil smoothly ran her hand along the shaft and tenderly took the head into her cute little mouth with pink lips and tongue.
To my right, many hands were literally stripping the corset and skirts off Adele. She giggled sweetly and asked the boys to be careful. Adele was laid on the table. Her large breasts were groped by many hands; someone kissed her nipples.
"Baby, yes, yes," Rob placed a hand on Sil's head and was now fully pounding her sweet mouth; his cock went deep into her throat, Sil's lips rested aesthetically on the captain's pubic area. I noticed saliva appearing on her cute lips; she clearly liked it.
"Rrrrobb, gooood, rrrroobbb gooood," I chirped.
"Flint, shut up," the captain rasped in ecstasy, impaling Sil's mouth deeper again.
Empty mugs, bones, and food scraps flew at me.
"Well, what don't you like?" I thought.
Adele was sucking some sailor's cock, jerking off two more with her hands, and a fourth entered her womb. Adele mumbled something, released the cock from her mouth, and cried out, taking the next one into her mouth.
"Sil, stand up," Rob corrected her.
Sylvia stood up; Rob nodded to her, continue, and she bent over, taking his giant cock into her mouth again.
From behind, the black man Jenkins approached and pulled out his big friend, lifted the mulatto's skirts to her waist, bent down, and began licking her crotch.
"Jenkins, gooood," I squeaked again.
Amidst the noise of voices, moans, and Adele's cries, I heard Sylvia's grateful moan; she spread her thighs, and bam, Jenkins's huge black cock entered her pink womb. Sil, releasing Rob's cock, cried out and moved to meet the black friend. Her thighs trembled.
"Pirrrates gooood," I croaked in my cage.
I felt my own cock rise.
Well, there's no respect at all, I thought. At least one of them could have thought and brought me a female parrot for breeding.
No one paid attention to me anymore; Adele was probably already taking her tenth sailor. She was screaming wildly, riding two and sucking two more cocks. She probably came already, like, ten times.
Sylvia, with a wild roar, sitting on Rob's cock with her pussy while he lay on the bar counter, was taking Jenkins's cock into her tight ass. And here it is, I've been waiting for this moment, she's about to come.
"Cough cough, aaaaa"
A black cloth fell on my cage; I smelled Jess's perfume.
"No need to traumatize my Flint," Jess said sweetly, walking away.