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_The Unsinkable Cassiopeia, Pt. I, Section A, Chapter 1, Subsection (c)_
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Last time, we left our heroes facing the biggest challenge of their lives.
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Mr. Bubble, the Dreadest Pirate Of Them All, and Thoth, the Occasionally
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Dread But Otherwise An All Around Amicable Pirate, stood upon Thoth's ship,
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the Ayukawa Madoka, looking gloomily at the approaching doom in the form
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of the Royal Fleet led by none other than that dastardly handsome, but
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quite deadly if you should disagree with him, man, nay, Icon, Alex Martelli.
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Our heroes must now make a decision, or all will be lost.
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"Don't mind if I do," Big Al smiled.
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"Oh, take as many as you want. I made them myself, you know." Orbis handed
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the tray with the crumpets over to Big Al, who helped himself to a couple
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of the steaming muffins. "Care for tea with that?" Orbis lifted the tea
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pot.
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"Thanks," Big Al held up his cup to Orbis.
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"Here you go," Orbis poured Al a cup. "Cream and sugar?"
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"Just sugar, thanks."
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"What the FUCK are you two DOING?!?" Thoth inquired in that All Around
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Amicable way.
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"We're having tea and crumpets," Orbis replied pleasantly, "care for some?"
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"I can see that you're having tea and crumpets, but can't you two see that
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we are about to die?!?"
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*Mmmpphh**gulp* "Well, no need to die on an empty stomach," Big Al turns to
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Orbis, "that was fabulous. How about another one?"
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"Can you believe these two?" Thoth implored his friend, Mr. Bubble.
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"You're right, this is inexcusable. Look, they're not even leaving me any!"
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Bubble rushed over and grabbed the last crumpet off the tray before Big Al
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can claim that prize.
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"Jeez...I hope you're that calm when Martelli starts lobbing flames at us."
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"No no. At YOU. I intend to be out of here by the time he gets within
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range," Mr. Bubble smirked, "after all, _you_ have the princess, not me."
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"What? You're not going to stay and help me fight him?" Thoth was stunned.
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"I love a good massacre as much as the next person, but not if it's me
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getting massacred," Bubble grinned and turned to his men, "alright, gather
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up our stuff, we're leaving." He turned back to Thoth, "besides, I've got
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a shipload of kumquats I must think about." With that Mr. Bubble headed
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toward the side of the ship. "Au revoir, mon Capitan," Bubble said, along
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with a couple of other Manly Man's French phrases, as he disappeared over
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the rail, "see you on the summer side."
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Thoth could do nothing but watch the Porcelain Piscina raise her anchor and
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sails in preparation of a fast escape.
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"Alright, let's prepare for battle!" Thoth hollered. "Raise the sails!
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Let's see if we can outrun them!" He looked at Orbis, "put those things
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away. You're not going to get a reputation as a Dread Pirate if you keep
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insisting on serving tea to everyone."
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"Well, if you say so," Orbis answered dubiously, "though I don't see why
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a Dread Pirate can't be polite and sociable, too."
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* * *
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Thoth walked around the ship as the sun dipped below the horizon. The
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distant ships now shrouded by the darkness. Thoth could hear the sails
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beating in the wind, keeping pace with the pounding of his heart. "Maybe
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we can escape in the darkness," Thoth mumbled to himself, not truly believing
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his own thoughts. He stopped by OT, who was now hard at work taking up some
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slack in a line.
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"Orbis, pass the word to the crew. I want them to break out the oars.
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If we lower the sails, we'll be harder to spot when the moon rises. I
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don't want to be within sight of the Fleet comes first light." Thoth
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glanced over at the figure still bound to the center mast, stirring, or
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so it seemed, in the darkness. "I'm going to take the princess below and
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get some rest before morning. Let me know if any unusual happens."
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"Aye, Captain."
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Thoth strode purposefully toward the nude figure bound to the mast. He
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noticed that she was shivering noticeably in the cold evening breeze, her
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fair skin puckering up in that oh-so-cute fashion with thousands of
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goose bumps. His glance moved from her delicate feet upward, pausing at
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the marvel at her chest. There, two deep pink nipples stood at attention,
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more from the chill than any erotic feelings. A grin slowly formed on
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Thoth's face as he leered at the princess.
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Princess Cassiopeia looked up with fear at the man who has held her
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captive for the past 12 hours. Her fear, however, cannot suppress the
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anger mounting in her as she stared at the face of lechery grinning down
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at her.
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"You sonuvabitch! Just wait until Alex gets a hold of you! He'll tear
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your testicles out for what you have done to me! I'll make surrmmmm
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mnnpphhhfff!"
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Her pleasantries were cut short by a rag in her mouth, which was quickly
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secured with a piece of twine, for Thoth wasn't in the mood for friendly
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chit chat. He untied her ankles from the mast and wrestled them together,
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tying them securely so she cannot kick effectively. He then untied her
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wrists and, moving quickly, pushed her onto the deck and pulled her wrists
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behind her. He pulled the free end of the rope binding her ankles up
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so her feet pointed toward her head behind her. He then tied her wrists
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to this free end, effectively immobilizing her.
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Cassiopeia laid on the cold deck, feeling the damp wood pressing into
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her chest and stomach. She gave a sudden surge of effort, struggling
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against her bonds, but to no avail. Exhausted and frustrated, she let
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her head droop onto the deck, tears welling up inside her. /Oh please
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hurry, Alex,/ She thought to herself, /save me from this madman and
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his insidious tortures./ (Author's Note: I'm using the "/" to indicate
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italic print, specifically thoughts, so they won't be confused with
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actual spoken words. Now back to the regular wanking material.)
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Thoth reached down and picked her up like a sack of potatoes (sweet
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potatoes, of course). Cassiopeia attempted to struggle, but tied as
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she was, she could only squirm feebly against Thoth's chest. Thoth
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carried her to his cabin and unceremoniously dumped her on his bunk.
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He untied her wrists and secured them to the fixed ring attached to the
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head of the bunk. He moved her ankles to the foot of the bunk, threaded
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the rope through the ring there, and pulled it with all his strength
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before tying it to the ring.
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Cassiopeia, of course, was not too keen on this "pulled it with all his
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strength" stuff. After all, she's a delicate flower, not some saltwater
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taffy, to be stretched and pulled by some barbaric heathen. She screamed
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her displeasure:
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"Mmmmmpppphhhhh."
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"Now, now, my princess, don't get excited," Thoth ran his fingers across
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her taut stomach, "I'm not going to exercise you anymore tonight."
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Cassiopeia watched Thoth as he stepped away from the bunk and started to
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undress. Her eyes widened in disbelief as she watched Thoth remove his
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shirt, displaying a magnificently muscular body that any woman would die
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for. She gasped in awe as Thoth removed his breeches. There, in all its
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glory, hung the most majestic manhood she had ever seen. The princess
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nearly fainted at the sight of such grandeur.
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(Hey, this is _my_ story, and I'll tell it my way. If you don't like it,
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go write your own.)
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Thoth stretched, flexing and loosening his muscles after a long day's work.
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He turned down the lamp and climbed into the bunk next to Cassiopeia. He
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felt a slight tremble from the princess when their naked bodies met. He
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rolled over, facing the princess in the dark. He can just make out her
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eyes in the starlight coming through the portholes. He noticed that she's
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watching him, as best she could, out of the corner of her eyes. He smiled,
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stroking her body with his hand, and allowing the exhaustion to wash over
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him.
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Thoth was suddenly jolted awake by the noise of yelling men and running
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feet. He immediately knew something was afoot, for he's an astute pirate
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also. He leapt out of bed and scrambled for his clothes. As he was pulling
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on his pants, someone pounded frantically at the door.
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"Captain," yelled Orbis from the other side, "the fleet's upon us! I don't
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know how, but they managed to find us and catch up with us!"
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"Damned!" Thoth cursed, "OT, get the men..."
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Thoth's order was drowned out by an ear shattering explosion above deck,
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followed by the sound which freezes even the most hardy of sailors -- the
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sound of the main mast tearing away from its root.
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