Blonde and gorgeous, Kate Mann is on a holiday cruise to the Seychelles with her aunt and uncle, when Somali pirates hijack their ship. The swarthy and charismatic pirate captain, Zavier Aamil, has plans for the busty college student, and they have nothing to do with collecting the ransom.
This story contains anal sex, oral sex, rough sex, forced seduction, and erotic romance. All characters are eighteen and above. Adult 18+
After lunch, I strolled up to the flybridge and sat in the hydromassage tub, enjoying the heated water and the views of the ocean. From there, I found another lounge chair and proceeded to bake myself to a crisp. White earbuds were in my ears, and music filled my senses. The smell of salt teased me, the spray from the ocean occasionally misting my heated skin. I had just completed my first semester of college, and getting away from the dorms and cold weather was exactly what I needed to recharge my batteries. I’d been stressed out, exhausted, and depressed from a recent break up. I found out my boyfriend, Greg, was a lying, cheating snake. Ugh.
Someone tapped my arm. “What?” I removed the earbuds.
“Miss Mann,” said a female crewmember, in a heavily accented voice. “The captain wants to speak to everyone.”
I flung a long, shapely leg over the side of the chair. “Is something wrong?”
She pointed aft. “A boat. Nine miles ahead.”
I wrapped the sarong around my chest, tying it in the front. Standing on the teak floor of the deck, I grasped the rail and peered out. There was a dark speck on the horizon.
“Please, Miss Mann. We must go below.”
“It’s probably nothing.” I retrieved my things, an iPod, suntan oil, and a towel, and followed her down the steps.
Everyone had gathered in the main saloon, my aunt pacing back and forth, looking frazzled. Uncle Thomas held a pair of binoculars, scanning the ship in the distance.
“What’s going on?”
“There might be a problem, honey,” said Adele.
“Can I see?”
Uncle Thomas handed me the binoculars. He pointed. “It’s right there. Straight ahead.”
I struggled to bring the object into focus. It looked like a scraggly fishing boat, with a high bow. “What is it?”
“They think pirates.”
“But, we’re nowhere near Somalia.”
“Close enough, apparently.”
I gave him the binoculars. “What do we do?”
“Ladies and gentlemen,” said our captain, who’d breezed into the room. He was a rugged, handsome looking man in his early forties. “We’re changing course slightly,” he said in French accented English. “There’s no need for alarm.”
“Are they pirates?” asked Adele.
“We don’t know. The boat is stationary at the moment, and there’s no activity on deck. We shall sail south to avoid it.”
My aunt’s brows were drawn together. “Are we taking any measures to protect ourselves?”
“Only the detour, Mrs. Westin.”
“Then why are we having this discussion?” asked Thomas, clearly agitated.
“As a precaution. It’s something to keep an eye on.”
A younger crewmember approached, wearing a starched white uniform. “The fishing boat has dropped farther astern, Captain.”
He smiled, flashing white teeth. “Excellent.”
“We’re sailing south at 13 knots.”
“Good.” He glanced at my aunt and uncle. “Please enjoy your afternoon. If you have any questions, I’ll be in the dining room.” The crew typically ate lunch late.
A short while later, Adele and I were on the upper deck, I was on a lounge chair, and she stood at the railing, looking at the fishing boat with the binoculars.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say it was getting closer.”
I brushed out my long, blonde hair, which was naturally light brown, but I had it highlighted with gold and platinum, a combination I found the most flattering, emphasizing the blueness of my eyes.
“We’re supposed to be avoiding it.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’m sure they’re watching it.”
“They’re all at lunch.”
I slathered oil over my shoulders. The fluid made my skin silky soft and aided in attracting the sun, deepening my tan. I poured copious amounts on my chest and rubbed it on my breasts. Not having tan lines was a novelty. It was freeing to be mostly naked, and I planned on continuing the all over bronzing on the secluded beaches of the Seychelles.
“I swear it’s getting closer.”
I relaxed and closed my eyes, the smell of coconut teasing me. “Don’t worry, Adele. Come sit down.”
She sighed. “I have a bad feeling about this. I need a drink.”
“Can you get me one too?”
“What do you want?”
“A mimosa sounds awesome.”
It was decadent having nothing to do other than lay in the sun. After the stress of finals and shopping for presents, relaxing in the tropics was the perfect antidote to the holiday season. My parents wanted to celebrate Christmas at a chalet in Gstaad, while I sat under a palm tree.
I’m way luckier than they are.
“Here you are.” My aunt was back.
I took the wineglass. “Thanks.”
She resumed her post at the railing, the binoculars attached to her face. “It’s even closer.”
I loved mimosas. I could suck them down like a bubbly soft drink. “Lemme see.” I joined her, staring at the blip in the distance, which had grown substantially. I held the lenses to my eyes. “I see little boats. Were those there before?” They were speeding towards us.
“Shit! Give it to me!” She stared through the lenses. “Mother of God!”
Chills went down my spine. I hadn’t been worried before, but now I was. “That’s not good, is it?”
“No! They’re coming in this direction. Sophie! We have to get to the lower deck.”
“This is your captain,” announced an accented voice over the loudspeakers. “We have an emergency situation. The female crewmembers and passengers should take refuge in the forward hold. The men are to report to the lower deck immediately.”