Pirates!

Aria turned to see who had slapped her on the backside. It was a stout Asian man with a bald head and a goatee. She didn’t recognize him from the ship boarding and he didn’t appear to be wearing any dress uniform the ship workers normally wore. In fact, what she had assumed to be a drink in his hand, upon closer inspection, was actually a pistol!

Aria was shaken from her drunken stupor once she recognized the imminent danger she and the girls were in. She shook Lucia’s shoulder to get her attention. Lucia stopped and turned. Her eyes widened in shock and fear upon seeing the weapon.

“Hey! What’s the hold up? Party train doesn’t stop for nothin’!” Tiffany cried out in front, liberally liquidated. She tried to march on as the other two anchored down, slowly getting dragged along. Finally, she turned to see the man with the gun and said, “Oh… hey, is that real?”

Tiffany turned to reach for the gun. Lucia and Aria held the drunk girl from getting closer.

“Very real,” the man chuckled, bemused by the girls. “As is all of this…” he waved around to the rest of the guests being held at gunpoint by other, similarly rag dressed pirates.

“Can I touch it?” Tiffany asked, still reaching out to the end of the pistol.

“Tiff, no!” Lucia cried, pulling her friend’s hand away.

“Oh, gorgeous, I’ll let you touch whatever you like,” the goateed man chuckled, getting close enough to give Lucia a whiff of his alcoholic breath. Tiffany reeled back in revulsion, which made the pirate chuckle even louder.

“How long were we drinking?” Aria murmured to Lucia. It was evidently long enough for the yacht to be boarded by Asian pirates. The goateed pirate pointed them over to a larger group and had them join. Shortly after, a man in an eyepatch with long black hair braided into a ponytail stepped out and addressed the gathering.

“Passengers of the Orient Eclipse! Follow our commands and you will not be hurt!” he called out in a booming voice, which was deceiving for his tall, yet wiry frame. “We are only here for your valuables! Give them up and we will leave you without trouble!”

Aria breathed a sigh of relief as she had left all of her things in the girls’ cabin. The pirate underlings pulled out sacks and proceeded to fill it with jewelry, watches and other things they saw of value from the passengers. One lady was wearing a jewel encrusted gown and she was unceremoniously stripped down to her panties for it.

When it came time for Aria and her friends to give up their goods, they simply shrugged, showing that they had nothing valuable on them. The goateed pirate shrugged and tore off Aria’s top. Aria shrieked and covered up.

“Aria!” cried someone on the other side of the boat.

“Richard?!” Aria cried back, recognizing the voice.

“Shut up!” yelled one of the pirates, batting the hilt of his gun to the back of Richard’s head, knocking him out.

“Richard!” Aria cried out.

Richard was slumped on the ground when the pirate dragged him over to the side of the yacht. “Noooo!” she cried. She tried to run to him, but her hair was grabbed by the goateed pirate.

“What did we just say about doing as you’re told?” he hissed into her ear. “Now you will do exactly as I tell you or your boyfriend there gets punished…understand?” Aria obediently nodded. The pirate let her go. “Good, now, take off those bottoms and give me a good look at your pretty body,” he ordered with a perverse grin.

Aria looked to her man, lifeless on the ground, then to the sinister pirate, lewdly eyeing her.