Our hero was in dire straits!

The storm was thrashing the small boat dangerously, yet no one seemed to care. That was foolish, but the prize held by the man in the fancy hat holding the slightly glowing cube wanted to have a conversation in it.

"This is the second time I've had to reclaim my property from you," he taunted.

"It belongs in a museum!" I shouted back.

He laughed for a moment. "So do you, but tell me why you want this so bad before they throw you overboard." His two goons were strong and would easily toss me over if I didn't play along for at least a little while.

"It belonged to my grandfather," I yelled back, but didn't stop there. I needed an opening and with no one piloting the boat it was only a matter of time. "It's dangerous. You don't know what you are messing with!"

"Then I suppose you better tell me," he demanded, but now I held my tongue. I saw the large wave rising up beside us, only briefly illuminated by the lightning. "Not talking? Oh well. Feed him to the sharks."

The pair of goons pushed me towards the railing of the small boat, and that's when the wave struck. The slippery deck tipped steeply and everyone was thrown off balance, except for me of course. I twisted and shoved the first brute to the watery fate he intended for me. I turned on the second, but he had already recovered and landed a solid punch across my jaw. Staggering backward I tumbled into the man in the fancy hat, both of us collapsing, but more importantly, the cube bouncing away, perilously close to the edge of the boat. One bump and it would disappear into the waves forever!

I scrambled over to it and just got a finger on it when the muscle grabbed my leg and pulled me back. He punched me in the gut one, twice. I had the breath beaten out of me, but then the cube glowed in my hand and filled me with power. I took his head in one hand and crushed it as easily as an egg.

Then I whipped around on the man with the fancy hat and beams shot out of my eyes, melting his face as he screamed in horror.

"I thought he got struck by lightning?" little Suzie stopped me in my story.

"No, it was a giant shark that jumped up and ate him!" Bobby argued.

"Er..." I paused in my storytelling. I know I'd concocted different endings because anything would have made more sense than what actually happened. The grandkids always liked the really gory stories so I'd tried to spice it up, but now they seemed to grow better memories than I had.

"Naptime!" my wife came in to save the day. All the kids groaned, begging to listen to more stories, but she was insistent. Soon they were all rounded up and at least pretending to sleep when she came back to chat with me. "I hope you don't tell them about what happened next."

I grinned remembering that day almost thirty years ago. I'd tracked down the owner of my grandfather's relics. He and grandma had started a museum in Greytown, but eventually, the peace brokered with the northern tribe again failed and they looted the town, including stealing all the relics they had collected while they were out on a trade mission. Unlike all my cousins, I alone seemed to have the drive to try and seek them out to recover them, and so had spent my life, alone working to that end. I was already almost fifty when I tracked down the cube, the centerpiece of his collection, though he never told me about its history.

The man had been wearing gloves, though I hadn't been. The story was mostly true, but as soon as I touched the cube I was filled with power and rage. It wasn't one-handed, but I did beat the thug to a bloody mess with my bare hands, as well as the man with the hat. I was just coming out of my insane frenzy when the man's young daughter came above the decks to see what was happening. Then the power of the cube had done something else to me, making me rigid in my pants and filling me with an unstoppable desire to rut.

I took that innocent little girl back to her bed, scared and trembling at the man who had just murdered her father, only barely old enough to be considered a maiden, and deflowered her. Over and over even as the storm crashed bartered the tiny vessel in the night, nothing could stop me from my sudden unnatural animal lust, though I wasn't sure I didn't rock that boat more than that storm did. We were both sore and tired and sore as dawn broke along with the storm, and while I was no virgin I was as shy and apologetic as one once I'd come back to my senses.

I expected the girl to still be scared, or at least hate me for the way I used her, but instead, she was surprisingly overjoyed. Turns out her father was as much a slime-ball of a [single parent as he was a businessman, and I while thought I was a **** for forcing myself on her, she'd been long been looking for an opportunist to get away from the under his over-protective thumb and become a young woman. She wasn't his child, but instead a prisoner.

I set a course for home and took her father's room, telling her she would be free when we arrived. While I never again went to her bed that didn't stop her from spending every night in mine, taking me to even more new and wondrous levels of joy for the rest of my life. In the end, the age difference didn't matter to her and she became my partner in every way, business, and in love. Together we roamed the world recovering artifacts to bring back to our museum, just like my grandfather had so many years ago. And now in my waning years, the joy in my life was watching my grandkids' eyes go wide with excitement at the stories I'd tell. Maybe one of them would take up running it after I passed on. That young boy Kenji was a small, awkward youth, but something about him made me think he be perfect for the job.

"Hey, honey," my wife said as she came to sit in my lap after she’d finished cleaning up the dishes from the kids' snacks. I could already tell what she wanted as she kissed me passionately. She was lucky I was still alive, much less able to still perform at my age, but here over thirty years after that night, my naughty perfect wife had gotten herself turned on by thinking about our first time again. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t as well, but at my age now I had to worry about a heart attack or breaking a hip. Still, as she pulled open my pants and adroitly slid down onto my manhood, enveloping it once more into her warm sheath that had already birthed have a dozen children over those thirty years, most of whom were now on their own second or third kids, I decided there was no better way to go out than with a bang.