Captain Red mane and the cute fisher from the village make their way carefully down the cliff side into the tropical private cove. The fisher’s leading the way with sure footing until a large boulder blocks the way. He looks to redmane imploringly. She gives a ghost of a smirk, shrugs her impressive shoulders briefly and shoves against the boulder. It goes tumbling out of the path and lands on the sandy cove. The fisher looks at the captain with a new found awe.

They continue the rest of the way down without much incident. As they reach the bottom, the fisher immediately leads redmane to a site and begins the digging process. Hit rock bottom and…nothing. He apologizes, saying the quaking earth and shifting tides must’ve changed the location. They begin searching and digging again. Nothing. Redmane realizes what’s happening. Fisher’s not giving up the treasure, and red mane is losing patience. She’s playfully being led closer the water, but finally she makes him kneel, puts the sword to his neck just below the chin. He distracts her pointing behind redmane with some tall tale of a guardian of the cove, but redmane reacts by cutting the tunic reflexively as she glances away. Still, by the time she looks back, fisher’s gone in the waves, leaving the tunic behind.

Worried she took the play too far, she picks up the tunic almost apologetically and starts calling until the fisher pokes his head up, tossing his locks behind and beckons alluringly for the captain to join. Captain notices the long beautiful lashes, deepness of the blue eyes and fullness of his lips, and for the first time hesitates too long. The Fisher goes back under, and captain’s worried she missed her chance. After a few uncomfortable minutes, The fisher rises out of the water, but for red mane it’s slow motion. She notices a pearl and sapphire necklace around his slender elegant neck, the wide but shapely shoulders, the chest protruding from years of strenuous swimming-

She shook her head, and rubbed her eyes “nonsense” she thought to herself as she looking at the ground. She’d seen the most delicious dancers on the island just last night, both meatiest and fattiest. And it’s not as tho she hadn’t obliterated her fair share of thin saucy Menches in ports of all sorts… at this point the captain was barely conscious that she’d looked up as he took back the outstretched tunic and was walking past her toward the tent, his back wide, from a profession of rowing, narrowing at the waist then rounding out into two firm, bouncing buttocks… “Captain?” She looks up to see him glancing over his shoulder with one eye and half a wry smile “ your fish imitation is womdrous, but I need your help further inland...there’s more exploring to be done” he donned and lashed his now torn tunic with seaweed, resumed his course, beckoning to her without looking.

She could’ve been furious that he’d caught her staring, but she was too dismayed by other details. What’s the value of his necklace, and how had she not noticed that he was slightly taller than her? His wrists and ankles seemed so delicate at first glance! The tunic he wore hid more than just his necklace and his build, that man was mostly leg! It made sense, they needed to power him through the water.

His voice once again cut in, as he said “my communion with the sea has refreshed my memory. I’m certain I know where to dig for the treasure you seek.” Redmane, infuriated at the memory of all those false starts, seized the opportunity to regain control and rounded on him. “Is that so? If this is a game to you, I should adjust my strategy, provide you some stakes” in an instant she draws her rapier and slices his tunic in several places so it falls off. The fisher stood erect, as red mane continued “perhaps you don’t realize the extent of my lust for treasure, fishmonger, but maybe now you’ll feel the sun or it’s lack as you drag the hours on..” during her brief glance at the sun, he dives for the largest scrap of his remaining tunic, but she deftly snatches it out of his reach using the tip of her blade. She advances on him, drinking in the sight of his body, still glistening with droplets of sea water and now sweat. She smacks his hands playfully with the flat of her blade, and he moves them immediately to his side, stiffening. She gently tugs at his beautiful necklace with her sword point as she finishes orbiting him, then decides to release the necklace and slap his ass with the flat of the blade. “ into the tent with you. I’m ready to explore.”

The fisher shyly yet proudly smiled as he strutted daintily on his tiptoes toward the tent, hips gently swaying as he went. The captain mused at how taut his ass and how strong his core to move like that in sand, then shook her head cursed under her breath. She’d been at sea too long. Should’ve lain with a dancer from the village last night, or someone. It wouldn’t do to go into this situation all hot and bothered, or hot-blooded. She took a deep calming breath, strode to the tent, and took off her jacket to reveal large powerful arms, broad shoulders and barrel chest in her tank top.

As she pulled open the flap, she was welcomed by the sight of him sitting submissively yet eagerly with his legs stretched out in front of him and his hands resting on the ground slightly behind him. As she neared him she dropped on all fours, and he began to tease her by walking back on his hands with his legs in an L-shaped position. She caught hold of his surprisingly smooth leg and he stopped and relaxed as she began caressing upward with her hands and lips. He shuddered, then began caressing the beautiful copper hair on her powerful arms and kissing all over her neck. While her hands had shifted to his breast, it was short lived, as he tried reaching for her trousers. She pinned his arms together and stood. Looking to salvage the situation, he managed to wrap his legs around her sizable torso and began biting gently at her lips and pressing his chest against her. She releases his arms and runs her hands down the small of his back and squeezes a cheek in each one of her formidable hands. She lifts him up high enough to begin biting and licking his tits. Where before he’d been running his hands all over her knotted back, he now simply softly moaned and rested a hand on her chest. Gently shaking himself out of the moment, he began kissing and licking every inch of her exposed muscle and she allowed him to touch her above her trousers and top her for a while, until he made the mistake of trying to lift her top. She flipped him around, put her arm around his neck, and began gently pulling his hair, and kissing his neck. She released him and he went prone, in a sort of spinal-flexing position looking back at her coyly. She couldn’t resist, and kissed him down his spine. He looked at her almost reproachfully when she stopped, so she pulled out a curious object, poised to work. Just then she heard a light tread in the sand and felt the flap open.

She reacted with a draw and a flick of her wrist before any response was possible, and the soldier fell back, greviously wounded in the chest. Immediately after she felt her ham fist connect with the center of another soldier and doubled him over. The fisher realized what happened and clung fearfully to the center tent pole huddling on the ground.

None could stand before the fury of red mane. This island was her sanctuary, her vacation spot. She was in the middle of exploring inland for booty!

She held the entrance of the tent, punishing every misstep of the soldiers with pricks from her sword. They quickly changed tactics, flanking the tent and cutting it down. She parried off the soldiers in the front, to where they were dragging their wounded off, but she wasn’t fast enough to stop the flanking soldiers from stabbing at the now collapsed tent in the dark. She heard the fisher cry out in pain, which put the captain’s already roiling wrath to boiling over.

She’d teased him with her sword many times, but they both knew she’d never actually harm him. Now she’d put him in danger. These bastard soldiers couldn’t actually best her, so they had to hurt this peaceful, delicious, infuriating tease out of spite?! She was having NONE of it

While those thoughts were going through her head she launched her self recklessly at the cluster of them, taking a few blows as she bodied several of them and left fresh wounds for the others. One exploited the opening left by redmane and charged at the pirate from where the entrance used to be when they met their end suddenly at the sharpened end of the tent pole. The fisher had crept underneath the pirate and channeled his spear fishing experience to seize the opportunity and protect redmane’s back.

“Retreat!” The squad leader bellowed, and they began to drag back their wounded and dead. The fisher began treating his leg wound, ripping off pieces of the tent flap to wrap it as redmane ended her pursuit and turned her attention back to the fisher. “Is that the only place they got you?” She said, with a surprising tenderness“Yes, just my thigh.” He replied, trying to sound brave and collected. She sees right through him, but affords a mischievous smile “makes sense, it’s your biggest target. When you’re on your back, at least…” he grins through a wince, rolls his eyes at her exaggeration and retorts “by that reasoning I should treat your belly first” “You should!” She said, cozying up to him. “It’s a sign of my success. if you were as good a fishmonger as I a pirate you’d have one too” she needled. He responded, intrigued “ well, I must see for myself” and raised up her top to tenderly treat the various cuts and slashes. Redmane, still riding high with adrenaline, quipped “let’s revisit your biggest targets. How are you at sleeping on your face?” Incredulous, the fisher responded “what are you on about, how can you think of sleep after all that?” “Ah that makes this easier then. Would you say that your ass or your thighs make a better pillow?” His mouth opens wide “the audacity, redmane…” she continued “see, I was hoping it’d be your tits, but there’s not quite enough substance there…” as if just remembering he was naked, he shielded his breasts with one arm, and slapped at redmane with the other, giggling. She caught his hand easily, and they held each others’ gaze for a minute, beaming. Then uncomfortably they broke eye contact, and he cried out “the village” redmane’s eyes widened “my crew!”

The captain immediately picked up the fisher and began carrying him when he exclaimed, “wait, take me back to the tent. I need to tear some pieces, cover up.” Red mane paused for a split second, scanning the fisher with her eyes, as if just realizing she had a beautiful naked man in her arms. “Uh…do ya really tho?” He slapped her flamboyantly “do you want me to catch a chill”“ok, that was warranted but there’s no time” she admitted. She compromised. Set him down gingerly, picked up her captain jacket from the entrance of the tent, covered him with it, hoisted him up again and made her way swiftly to the trail.