Posted by Childe on January 30, 2001 at 08:05:06:
It was a day like any other day. The ship rocked to and fro at anchor as it had for several weeks. As always, the morning salt air would whiff through the cabin waking him. But this wasn’t ordinary. His work over the last two days had culminated in the capture of
the mite. The other two were a start to attract his primary quarry but the mite would get him within reach. But it wouldn’t have been possible without his new friend. He smiled again and greeted the day with a shout.
“Mr. Smee! Mr. Smee!” he shouted. “Roust the crew. We’ve got a few things to do today in preparation for the arrival of that pesky Peter Pan.”
From an old lantern still swaying from the overhead, another noise was heard. When the Captain looked inside the lantern, he smiled as with a giggle a little fairy dressed in black sat up on a tiny bed. The Captain had set the lantern up as a home for the little pixie. She was his new friend. Without her, his expected triumph would not have been possible. She had been responsible for the capture and consumption of the crocodile. After all it was an eat or be eaten world - especially since the crocodile had removed his hand and wanted more.
“And how are you this fine morning, my lovely?” the Captain asked.
“Hey give it a rest, Captain. I’ve been looking forward to this myself. But I got to bed a little late. Had to answer a few more necromessages. Don’t worry. We fairies don’t need as much sleep as you big people.”
She yawned a few times and sprang out of the lantern her black gossamer wings adding a buzz to the air as she lit on his shoulder. She twirled his mustache and gave him a little kiss.
“That’s for being a good Captain last night and capturing that tricksie pixie, Tinker Bell. When are we doing her. Huh, huh? When.”
“Now, Tinkle Bell. We’ve got to do her last. I know you’ll like what we have in store for her. If the other two do not bring in the Pan, maybe she will.”
“OK, OK,” she responded with a shake of her head. “Just so you and me can stay until the final curtain. I’ve waited a long, long time to see this.”
The Captain picked up his overlarge plume-covered hat and, looking in a cloudy mirror, placed it carefully on his wig of long black curls. Smiling again, he left the cabin. The pixie sat on his shoulder one pretty leg crossed over the other. He walked from the main deck to the poop deck and grabbed the wheel. It was his way of possessing the ship. Though still at anchor with sails tight in place and
an anchor still imbedded in the soft mud at the bottom of the bay, he still remembered how he had arrived several years before. Lots had happened since then - most of it bad. The Pan and Lost Boys had been a major problem then. The Lost Boys had long gone. Only the Pan was left - him and the other residence of this lost land - Neverland - that he had found. In the beginning this was his hiding place. No one sailed these waters - indeed knew about this location unless it was those who called it a triangle or something.
“Mr. Smee?”
“Aye, Cap’n,” a little stout man in glasses answered giving a quick salute.
“How are our guests?” the Captain responded with acknowledgment.
“Well the one’s in brig; the other’s in the net still in the water so’s she don’t dry up; ‘n’ the third’s in that jar with the holes in the lid
as per your orders, Sir.”
“Very good. Bring up the net and put her on the deck.”
“Aye, aye, Cap’n.” Turning away, he rushed to the main deck shouting commands to the others.
The block and tackle holding the net emitted groans and squeaks as the contents were raised and swung onto the deck. A frightened, dripping young mermaid was revealed. The Captain looked long and hard at the perfectly formed breasts. His one regret was
that he hadn’t captured the blond one. She would become the new mermaid leader now that the redhead had been captured. Fact was she was the only one with any intelligence. When that one was captured, he could catch the rest. Just like shooting fish in a barrel.
The pixie struck the Captain on the jaw to get his attention. When he looked, she thrust her small breasts as hard as she could into her black top showing a little cleavage.
“I’ve got them, too. Bet if I was as big as her, you would look at me that way. Betcha, betcha.”
True, he thought. But back to the redhead. She was the problem. He couldn’t drown her. Fact was asphyxiation was not a good idea. He had tried that once long ago and she had simply laughed at him. This time she wouldn’t be so fortunate.
“Tie her up, boys” he commanded. That was when his imagination failed. He wanted to impale her but where to put the pole? True he could place the sharpened stake in her mouth and force it out her tail but what effect would that have. He didn’t want to kill her without making her suffer. And he didn’t know her anatomy that well. The dark pixie pulled his mustache.
“Hon, why don’t you simply stake her out over the fire. Roasted fishlady would be a tasty dish to set before a king. Then maybe we could get on with the other one.”
“Not a bad idea. Where do you come up with them?”
“I’m a necrofairy, sweetie. We know all kinds of ways to have fun at others expense”, she answered with a coy smile. “See. She hates the fire. Bet its cause fire doesn’t mix with water. Now that she’s on the fire, ask her name.”
The captain agreed. As he stepped in front of the mermaid, he asked her name.
“You bastard, I’ll get you for this”
“Your name!”
“Terese,” she managed to get out before he jammed an apple in her mouth. Quickly Mr. Smee tied the apple tight into her mouth. She could only groan.
“Nice touch,” said the dark fairy with a flutter of her wings. “One end is all fish while the other end becomes long pig. Wish I had thought of that.” Again she gave the Captain a quick peck.
“Get the other one,” commanded the Captain. As the Indian girl was brought on deck struggling and kicking, she saw the mermaid who was silent as the fires whiffed the pleasant aroma of fish and flesh to the pirates’ nostrils. Princess Tiger Lily let out a muffled scream as she was brought before the Captain. Leaving the feather in her hair, the Captain simply ripped her deerskin garment off her slim body. Placing his hook under her chin, he looked at her fear-ridden face.
“Well, pretty lady, once before I captured you. That time I figured the high tide would take care of you. I made the mistake of leaving too soon and that Pan managed to free you. That isn’t going to happen this time. I thought about simply strangling you but a
hanging would be better.”
“Oh, goody, goody,” added Lisa. “You get to dance. Wheee.”
It took three of the pirates to force the slim girl to the stool. They had to hold her while Mr. Smee placed the noose gently about her neck. When the stool was removed, however, the Princess could still touch the deck with her toes. Even though the noose was taut enough, she was able to relieve the pressure on her long, slim neck. Gasping repeatedly, she smiled in defiance. It seemed again she had defeated the might Captain. With a snort, Tinkle Bell flew to the top of the moving noose. She shook her pretty tush once, twice, then three times as black dust sprinkled over the young Princess. It was as if an anvil had been attached to her ankles. No longer would her toes support her. Her eyes began to bulge as the noose tightened about her neck. Now her kicking was an attempt to release the horrible pressure building in her throat and lungs. She danced as the noose seemed to elongate her slim neck. Fine lines traveled up
her neck to the noose itself as the rope seemed to bury itself. With a final kick, her tongue was forced out. It seemed to extend to her chin. As she voided, spittle tinged with blood dripped from her tongue onto her breasts. With a shudder, she relaxed fighting the rope no more. The Captain touched her left bulging eye. There was no response.
It was then that the Pan showed up.
“Its him,” Tinkle Bell said clapping her hands in glee as Pan lit on the mainsail spar. Drawing a long knife, he flew to the spar from which the Princess dangled. As quickly, he cut the rope but it was too late. He also failed to see the danger as Tinkle Bell flew above him. With several flicks of her buttocks, she sprinkled more of the black dust on him. The Pan wasn’t concerned with the dark fairy.
And that was his undoing. As the dust settled on his shoulders, Pan landed on the deck beside the dead princess with a thud. Stunned, he barely managed to strike aside the Captain’s first thrust. But he failed to avoid the second as the cutlass skewered the lad in the navel. Astounded at this turn of events, he looked at his stomach wound in surprise. Again the cutlass sliced through the air. This time thuds were heard across the deck as the Pan’s head left his shoulders.
In triumph, the Captain began to dance as Tinkle Bell flew circles above his head in a dance of her own. The land of Never was his at last.
Later that evening, the crew was enjoying some “surf ‘n’ turf” as Tinkle Bell called it. Tinkle Bell pulled on the Captain’s mustache with a giggle. Turning his head, he looked with love at the necrofairy.
“What can I do for you, sweet Tinkle Bell?”
“How about a little more for me?” she queried.
“Of course”, he responded lifting up his hook. On the hook was Tinker Bell. The Captain had pierced her anise to mouth and (after removing the wings and green dress), gently roasted her to a golden brown.
“She’s sooooo delicious, Captain.”
Bye, bye,
Childe