“There you go, my dear,” I said, rolling off of Captain Labia NoBeard, after I had issued forth within her.

“Thank you, your lordship,” panted Labia, beads of sweat glistening on her chest. “Many thanks indeed.”

“Oh no, thank you,” I replied, lighting up two cigarettes. “It was very decent of you to let this condemned man have a last…meal, as it were.”

“Well, I could not deny you your reasonable request,” smiled Labia, taking one of the cigarettes from me, and drawing upon it slowly. “It only seems a pity that I have to force you to a watery death on the morrow. “

“Well, you are only doing your duty as a pirate, my dear. Really, there are no hard feelings,” I said, casually.

“What a man you are, your lordship,” Labia sighed, exhaling a plume of smoke into the air. “I doubt I shall find another quite able to measure up to you.”

“Talking of which,” I exclaimed, stubbing out my cigarette in a nearby ashtray. “I feel my Lord Palmerston is ready to go again. Shall we?”

“Rather!” Labia chirped, excitedly.

“Then it’s time for you to walk MY plank, my dear!” I cried out, as Labia mounted me once more.

“Excuse me?”

“I was referring to the sex-act.”

“Oh.”

I was up bright and early the next morning, ready to divulge my cure for the terrible crabs that had befallen the crew of the Hairy Clam. I gave Botter his instructions for the day, and then adjourned to the deck of the ship.

“By Shakespeare’s shaven scrotum!” I exclaimed, as I laid eyes upon the female crew, all huddled together on the deck, wearing nothing more than their nighties. “I feel as if I have died and gone to heaven!”

Labia NoBeard broke free of the mass, and strode towards me.

“That was…quite a night, your lordship,” she purred. “You are without doubt one of the finest lovers I have ever laid with.”

I smiled, but then her face darkened.

“However, if you try and cross me today, I will not hesitate to sever your prized organ from your body, and feed it to the sharks.”

“At least they shall be well fed,” I joked, slightly nervously. “Now, are we all ready?”

The crew mumbled in the affirmative.

“Marvelous! Now, as you can see, my man-servant Botter has taken the liberty of preparing one of the lifeboats for you. You shall all board that craft, and row out about thirty feet away from the Clam. There, you shall get out of the lifeboat, and into the sea.”

“But it’ll be freezing in there!” Moaned one of the ladies.

“I am quite counting on that,” I explained. “Fresh, icy-cold, salt water is just the tonic for what ails you, my dears. Fifteen minutes in the ocean and you shall find that your unwanted guests will simply…disappear.”

The crew grumbled and groaned, but under orders from their captain, they grudgingly boarded the lifeboat. Labia entered last, and turned to me, pistol in hand.

“I am taking this with me,” she said, coolly. “If I suspect you of foul play, I shall not hesitate to put a bullet in your head.”

“To which head are you referring?” I asked.

Labia snorted, and climbed in after her crew. I gave the signal to Botter, who gently lowered the craft down to the sea below. It landed softly, and then we watched as the crew quickly rowed out and away from the Hairy Clam. Once they were roughly thirty feet away, they stopped, and one by one the ladies dropped into the ice-cold waters.

“Look at that, Botter,” I remarked, leaning on the side of the Clam. “Have you ever seen such a spectacular sight?”

The sight was, indeed, spectacular, as the ladies’ wet garments afforded us a tantalising glimpse of the breasts underneath, the nipples of which were as hard as bullets. It was like a vision from some kind of wonderful dream.

“Well, we can’t stand here admiring the view, as much as we’d like to,” I said, trying to draw my eyes way from the bobbing bosoms in the sea. “We have work to do! Are you ready, Botter?”

“Aye aye, cap’n!” Botter cried cheerfully, saluting sharply.

“Stop that,” I snapped. “You ridiculous twat.”

Botter apologised, and dashed off to perform his assigned task. Moments later, the sound of chains whirring into motion confirmed his completion of said task; to whit, the anchor was being drawn up. I, meanwhile, took to the wheel of the ship, and spun it to the right. Botter soon joined me at my side.

“Is the fire properly stoked, Botter?” I asked.

“Aye aye…um, that is to say, yes, milord.”

“Good. We won’t have long before those lady pirates get wind of our-”

There was a loud crack, and a bullet embedded itself in some wood behind me.

“Confound and bugger it! We have even less time than I bargained for. Quickly, let us away!”

I fought with the wheel, and the ship groaned and turned in accordance. The sails filled with wind, and we began to move.

“Here, take the wheel, Botter,” I said. “Just keep her steady, and for Christ’s sake avoid any icebergs. I am going to check on the progress of our pursuers.”

Botter nodded, and I dashed off to the port side of the Clam. No sooner had I popped my head over the top, then another bullet whistled past it. I ducked down, and peered cautiously over the side.

“YOU BASTARD, LIKELY!” Labia yelled, waving her pistol, as her crew struggled back into their tiny vessel. “I WILL GET YOU FOR THIS, YOU FOPPISH LITTLE SHIT!”

“THANK YOU FOR A WONDERFUL TIME,” I shouted back. “UNFORTUNATELY, I AM RATHER ALLERGIC TO DEATH, SO MUST BID YOU ALL A FOND FAREWELL. YOU WILL FIND PLENTY OF PROVISIONS ON THAT LIFEBOAT, INCLUDING AN ILLUSTRATED COPY OF THE KARMA-SUTRA, SHOULD YOU MISS ME.”

Another shot was fired, coming perilously close to my beautiful head. I retreated back to the wheel.

“They didn’t sound pleased,” Botter noted. “Are you sure they can’t catch us, milord?”

“Oh, quite sure. The wind is in our favour, Botter, hence why I asked that they disembark on the opposite side of the ship. We shall be clear of them in mere minutes, with our pace picking up as it is.”

As is often the case, I was quite right, and soon I watched as the former crew became tiny specks in the distance, growing ever-smaller in our wake. I allowed myself a small smile of satisfaction.

I, Lord Likely, was in complete control of the Hairy Clam.

- Lord Likely.

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It was several hours later when Botter and I finally emerged from the cabin of the Hairy Clam, having been roundly ravaged by the sex-starved female pirates. We both simultaneously lit up a post-coital cigarette each, and gazed out over the moon-lit waters of the ocean.

“I haven’t seen that many nipples since I worked in a cattery,” Botter finally said, breaking the silence.

“Welcome to my world, Botter,” I replied, exhaling smoke into the cold, night air. “A never-ending procession of tits and fannies.”

“I think the short brunette quite fancied me,” Botter continued.

“The blind one with two wooden eyes?”

“Yeah, that’s the one.”

“That would make sense,” I said.

We fell into silence again, quietly drawing on our cigarettes. Botter shuffled awkwardly, then spoke again.

“I…thank you, milord,” said Botter. “It has been a while since I felt the gentle touch of a woman.”

“I would wager that it has been even longer since you felt the gentle breast of a woman,” I replied.

“Yeah,” Botter answered. “It’s been a while. Not that I am complaining, milord. I am of course only to happy to be at your service day-in and day-out, but I have missed laying with a woman.”

As Botter slunk into silence again, I considered my faithful man-servant carefully, and felt a slew of strange emotions that I was unfamiliar with in regard to the small wretch. I felt pity, and sympathy and a desire to even embrace the poor fool. However, I quickly remembered that I was an Englishman, and made sure to bury these pesky emotions back down deep within my gut.

“Come, Botter!” I cried, slapping him heartily on the back, causing him to drop his cigarette into the water. “This is no time for moping! If you like, I could break one of your limbs, and give you something to really mope about, eh?”

Botter smiled, and turned back to face the ocean. We continued to regard the black sea, until we were joined by Captain Labia NoBeard, who was wrapped up in a blanket.

“Ah, Captain!” I exclaimed. “We are both much obliged for a wonderful day’s sport, but I am afraid we shall have to press on to-morrow, for we are bound for America on some quite urgent business. So, if you would be so kind as to-”

“Oh, I am afraid that will not be possible,” Labia interrupted, shaking her head. “We are pirates, do not forget, and you are our treasure, milord. And we are not in the habit of giving our treasure away. No, you are to spend the rest of your days here, with us.”

While the idea of spending every waking moment being sexed to Singapore and back was an appealing one, I was determined to make it to America and to the aid of my brother, Ludlow.

“Now listen here, madam,” I said, waving my cigarette in her face angrily. “I am not about to surrender myself to you and your crew, and become some kind of sex-slave, doing it night after night after night after night after night…”

“Are you sure, milord?” Botter whispered into my ear.

“Yes! Listen, woman!” I snapped, getting increasingly riled by the whole affair. “I am a lord, and an aristocrat, and I serve precisely no-one, save for Her Majesty the Queen, may God Save Her Royal Globes. So I must politely demand that you drop us off at the next available port, or allow us to board another vessel, else I shall be forced to ask again, in a distinctly less-than-polite manner, possibly involving a sound thrashing to your beautiful behind.”

I concluded my rant, and crossed my arms indignantly. Captain Labia smiled a smile that seemed not to be powered by joy, but by malice.

“You will stay,” she repeated, drawing a pistol out from the folds of her blanket. “Alive, or dead.”

“Pah! You would not kill us, if we really are so important to you.”

“It is true, I would rather not kill you,” Labia purred, stroking the muzzle of her pistol against her cheek. “But we shall get by with or without you. We are all quite used to quenching our sexual thirst with each other’s juices by now.”

This extraordinary turn of phrase made my Lord Palmerston twitch, but before I could become fully aroused, I heard a chorus of guns being cocked in the shadows, as the crew of the Hairy Clam stepped forward to support their captain. I sighed.

“Tits,” I said.

It seemed I had metaphorically leapt out of the frying-pan, into the fire and then straight into a ruddy big furnace.

- Lord Likely

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Before Botter and I could beat a hasty retreat from the vicinity of the pirate ship, some masked figures rushed to the side of the vessel and pointed pistols in our general direction. Escape, it seemed, would be impossible. Or, at least, extremely painful.

“I would say the game is up, Botter.” I said to my man-servant, as the figures lowered a smaller craft into the water near us, motioning violently for us to board. “Now, when we are aboard the ship, make sure not to bring attention to the fact that I am a ridiculously wealthy aristocrat and well-know and much-beloved lord. These are pirates we are dealing with, and if they knew my true identity they would not hesitate to strip me of my assets in a flash. And I do not want these bloodthirsty rogues anywhere near my assets, understand?”

“Gotcha, milord,” said Botter, as we slowly, grudgingly boarded the small boat. Once inside, we were quickly hoisted up onto the main ship, where we were roughly dragged aboard and flung onto the floor.

“Well, that is a fine how do you do, I am sure!” I cried indignantly, as I picked myself up off the floor, dusting off my top hat. “I cannot say I care much for the service on this ship! Suffice to say, I shall be lodging a formal complaint.”

One of the masked figures next to me lashed out with a whip, catching me on my left cheek (upper). My face burnt with pain.

“Hey! You can’t treat his lordship like that!” cried Botter, before realising his error and slapping his hand over his mouth. I rolled my eyes.

“Lordship, eh?” enquired another of the pirates, stepping out from the assembled crowd. This character was a tall, lean person, with blonde hair tied up in a pony-tail, their face also obscured by a mask.

“Um, no…I said…uh, ‘large ship’. No, wait, ‘loud shit’. Um…’lewd shrimp?’”, babbled Botter, desperately trying to dig himself out of his self-made hole. I sighed, and wished the hole was six-foot underground, and filled with his stinking, rotting corpse.

“Thank you, Botter,” I said, “I think you have said quite enough for now. In fact, I think you should seriously consider not speaking again EVER.”

“Shut up!” the blonde-haired pirate yelled, striding up to me, and pulling down the mask on their face. I gasped. Instead of the typical, bearded, filth-ridden scumbag I had expected to see, I was confronted with a not unattractive female face. Suddenly, fortune seemed to be smiling upon me once more.

“I am Captain Labia NoBeard,” she informed me. “And this is my ship, The Hairy Clam, and it’s crew,” she gestured to the other pirates, who all drew down their masks, revealing themselves to be all entirely, one hundred per-cent female. I grinned broadly, and straightened my tie.

“Well,” I said, “The pleasure is all mine.”

Labia smiled, then as quick as lightning, drew out a pistol and jabbed at my chest with it.

“Please, your lordship,” she said, calmly. “do not think for one moment that because we are female that you are out of danger. Need I remind you that we are still pirates, and we fully intend to rob you blind. Now, if you’d be so kind as to give us your most valuable possession to begin with…”

I shrugged my shoulders, and pulled down my trousers, revealing my Lord Palmerston to the assembled crew. There was an audible, sharp intake of breath as the ladies beheld my behemoth-like member.

“This is my most valuable possession,” I said proudly, “and I will happily ‘give it’ to all of you.”

The lady pirates stood, transfixed by my outstanding organ. Finally, one of the ladies broke the stunned silence.

“C-Captain?” she said, meekly. “What do we do?”

“We are pirates, ladies,” Labia answered. “Let us do what pirates do. Let us pillage!”

The women excitedly swarmed forward and lifted Botter and I up by our arms, and dragged us towards the interior of the ship. I looked over to my man-servant, who seemed to be fighting between expressing fear and joy.

“Chin up, my man!” I cried. “It is a dirty job, but someone has to do it. Try and keep a stiff upper lip, or even better just try and keep stiff! Ha-ha!”

We were dragged into a roomy cabin, and as the door swung closed after us, I mused on how my penis had managed to save my life twice in one week.

I was truly blessed.

- Lord Likely, who enjoys reading humor-blogs.com while ‘on the job’.

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