Naughty dreams start...

Anne stood on the deck of the sailing ship, it was a few yards wide and maybe four times that long. There were no lamps or lights, but the pale light of the moon made it as visible as if it were noon. The area she was standing was clear but all along the rails were rope and cannons.

“Welcome aboard my humble ship my dear,” a man’s voice called from the front of the boat.

Anne walked to her left, craning her neck to see who was there. Standing there with his back towards her was the figure of a lean man wearing a wide brimmed had and an oversized coat. He turned and started walking towards Anne, the hat keeping his face hidden in shadows. Anne knew she should feel fear, but just stood there as the man slowly walked towards her. He stopped half way between the first and second mast. In a dramatic gesture, he took off his hat and bowed before her.

“Welcome aboard my ship Miss Anne Boone,” the figure said before standing up straight.

It was the Disney cartoon Captain Hook, but as flesh and blood! And he was handsome. She could still see his face as he replaced his hat now.

“How do you know my name?” Anne asked.

“My dear, this is your dream,” Hook smiled, “Why would a figment of your imagination know your name?”

“Oh, right,” Anne muttered.

“I suppose you are asking yourself why you are dreaming of Pirates?” Hook said stopping to inspect some ropes tied off on the railing, “Neatly tied.”

“Well, I did find the silver under that shipwreck, on a yacht cruise looking for pirate wrecks,” Anne said, “So that is probably why I am having this dream.”

“Entirely logical and sensible,” Hook smiled as he stood up straight and kept walking toward Anne, “But haven’t you ever dreamed of being a pirate, free to go where you wish and do what you want?”

“And hurt people where ever I go?” Anne added.

“Well that is part and parcel of the deal,” Hook said side stepping and walking around behind Anne, “Logically, if you took from others, you would cause them injury, in the legal sense if not the strict definition of the word.”

“It would be very naughty, but since this is only me talking to myself in a dream,” Anne said, “Yes I have… a few times.”

“Who am I to judge? I am the captain of a Pirate ship!” Hook smiled, then bowed again, “Good lady, may I have this dance?”

“But there is no music,” Anne said just as an accordion started to play.

Anne was about to object that she wasn’t dressed to dance but looked down and instead of her pajamas, she was dressed in a light blue maxi-dress. With a shrug, she reached out and took the captain’s hand. He stood up straight and put his left arm carefully around Anne’s back as the accordion started to play a melody. Anne recognized it as Drunken Sailor and started to follow Hook’s lead as they danced on the deck of his ship. Anne had to admit, it was charming, Hook was a gentleman and an excellent dancer, despite being a cut throat. It made sense to her that they danced the one ballroom dance she remembered from when her mother signed her up for courses years ago. “Grace and poise,” Anne muttered.

“The qualities of a proper lady,” Hook agreed.

“A proper lady wouldn’t be dancing with a pirate,” Anne snickered.

“I am a graduate of Eaton, a fine gentleman,” Hook said with a sly smile, “But no, I would heartily agree, a proper lady would not dance with a pirate.”

The pair danced as the song ran it’s course. As it came to a finish, Hook let go of Anne and stepped back, bowing again.

“Let us retire to my cabin to continue our lovely chat,” Hook said standing up straight and offering his elbow towards Anne.

*

Sally stood in the darkened room of an old wooden ship, it was maybe the captains quarters. The only light was a small lamp showing on a silver ring on the table in front of her. It was one of the rings that the spicy prude Anne had brought up today, she recognized the odd Venus Mirror engraving, well it was close, but the circle at the top had been replaced with two triangles forming a sideways hourglass, and the horizontal bar in the middle was tow curved crescents forming an x. Sally reached down to grab it when she smelled the smoke.

“Take it miss Ingrid… Sally… Odensen… or do you prefer to be called Sally Storms?” A man’s voice spoke in the darkness.

Sally looked around. There was the cherry red glow of a cigar being smoked in the darkness to her right. The figure smoking reached over and used the cigar to light a candle. Sally’s eyes went wide at the sight of the cartoon Captain Hook. He had a cigar harpooned on the hook replacing his left hand. The Captain smiled.

“Take it Miss Ingrid Sally Odensen…”

*

Will stood in front of Steve on the bridge of the yacht.

“You wanted to see me Captain?” Will said.

“Look, Will,” Steve said, “We both got our start in Underwater Archology, and would rather be working for Woodhall, Cameron or someone else with a more scientific bent… But we were both wrong to yell at the ladies earlier.”

“Yes Sir, I know they aren’t Archeologists,” Will said.

“We both know they are little more that hooker on the piers,” Steve said, “But I have a bit more experience running Yachts than you, and trust me, keeping them happy is a primary security concern, you don’t want to see one of these companions absolutely lose it in the middle of the ocean. They make singers of those ‘Crazy Bitch brake up songs’ that Oliver loves sound calm and reasonable.”

“Carving their names in the seats, smashing headlights?” Will asked.

“Much worse,” Steve said, “But trust me, you don’t want to be there in person as a crazy racks up millions of dollars in damages to your ship.”

“Aye-Aye Captain,” Will said calmly.

*

“Go ahead and take it miss Julieanne Porter,” Captain Hook stood up and lit another candle.

He was dressed in his red britches, white ruffled shirt, long socks and fancy shoes. Julie had to admit, he was lean and hot like this, even with his sharp chin and larger nose.

“Does this mean I am going to be Mrs Captain James Hook?” Julie asked with a coy grin.

“No my dear,” Captain Hook said as he went and lit another candle, “It will make you a member of the sisterhood.”

*

The captain’s cabin was filled in on the sides by cabinets and countertops around the windows, in the back was a bed next to the stain glass window and in the middle was a large table with a map on it. Exactly what Anne expected of the captain’s private cabin from a Hollywood movie. Hook escorted to a chair on one side of the table turned desk and helped her have a seat.

“A drink Miss Boone?” Hook smiled.

“I suppose all you have is rum,” Anne smiled.

“Not at all, I have wines, white, red or rose. I have whiskeys, tequilas, vodkas, beers… anything you can dream of,” Hook added accent on the word dream.

“Well if this is all a dream, then you should have no trouble making one of those cocktails I had in Paris,” Anne said.

“Say no more,” Hook smiled and opened a cabinet, “One French Seventy-Five cocktail for the lady.”

Hook made the drink in a shaker despite one hand being a hook.

“You know that on a real pirate ship back in the day, Ice would have been unheard of, except in disastrous circumstances,” Hook coolly noted over his shoulder, “And here we are… One French Seventy-Five cocktail for the lady.”

“Not much ice in the Caribbean back in the sixteen and seventeen hundreds,” Anne said taking the champaign flute, “Smells just like I remember.”

“I think it will taste even better,” Hook said with a seductive smile, “As a dream, I can add an ingredient no mere bartender can, nostalgia…”

“To nostalgia,” Anne raised the glass and took a sip, “Wonderful.”

Hook turned and went back to the cabinets and then came back holding a tankard in his hand and dangling two drawstring purses from his hook. Hook put the items on the table. With his hand now free, he moved one purse to the left and the other to the right.

“The question I have for you is if you could, would you take up the life of a Pirate?” Hook said opening one purse and dumping out the silver sword guard she found earlier and then turning to the other bag and pulling out her cellphone, “Or would you go back to being the personal assistant to that rich womanizer?”

“Well if we are going to be sensible and realistic,” Anne said, “Then there is no choice.”

Anne took another sip of the cocktail. Hook took a sip from his tankard.

“Yes, this is a very fantastic interpretation of a captain’s cabin,” Hook agreed, “The ones back in the day were less stately.”

Hook clanked his metallic replacement off the tankard and the room changed to a much plainer and smaller room, Hook was now leaning up in a sort of coffin suspended like a hammock next to the chair in which Anne sat.

“Even the lead ship of the line, like HMS Warrior didn’t have a vary luxuarous sleeping cabin for the Captain,” Hook noted looking around before knocking on the tankard again, “Even more modern ships like the Iowa aren’t that much nicer compared to your apartment.”

The scene changed again, and Hook was leaning against the head boards of the small one person bed with the cubby holes and nightstands built in. Anne was seated in a chair next to a closed personal desk and some wardrobes facing the fictional pirate.

“This is smaller than the walk in closet in the apartment I have back at home,” Anne noted, “Granted it is bigger than some New York Apartments.”

“Well in defense of the seafaring life,” Hook said, “A captain also has the Day Cabin to act as an office, dining room and briefing room.”

With another clank on his tankard, they were back aboard an old sailing ship with the large rear facing windows and seats arranged around the outer walls and folding tables set up in the middle for a meeting. Both Anne and Hook were seated between an iron stove looking across the moon lit room.

“And the Cannons between the chairs there?” Anne pointed to the small guns facing to the rear.

“Yes, a necessary feature on men of war,” Hook shrugged.

Hook clanked the tankard once more and they were back on the movie set Captain’s Cabin. Hook stood up and finished his drink and put it down on the table.

“Let us not be bogged down with historics,” Hook said, “This is a dream, what would your fantasies be?”

Hook walked around behind Anne and put his hat over her face. When he removed it the room changed once more.

*

Kristy made her way back to her cabin with Mister Nikos’ creampie in her bottom, the man had to be taking all sorts of pills to keep up like he did. She stopped for a second next to the half open door of Erica. Erica was moaning in her sleep, but alone. She must have been having a real nice dream.

*

It was no longer a cabin aboard a ship, but a sex dungeon she had seen in pornos. And tied to various fixtures were the blonde and bruenette porn stars clad in only the skimpiest of pirate wench costumes. Each tied, helpless and mewing into their gags for attention and looking at Anne as if she was their owner.

“This is why you have been off put by them this whole time,” Hook mused, “You wanted to dominate them. You wanted to make them your sex slaves, your willing harem… but like Venusian mercenaries, they only share their affections with those who have the money.”

“And that would be my boss,” Anne noted, “And...”

“You have no attraction towards any man,” Hook noted, “Ever.”

“No,” Anne admitted thinking of the girlfriends that she had briefly from time to time.

Hook waved his over sized hat over his face and body and pulled it back revealing that he was now a black-haired beautiful woman in the same outfit except the waistcoat was now a corset. Hook stepped forward to stand next Anne and reached over with her right hand and lightly spun Anne around. Anne spun around and turned to face a large mirror that was large enough to see both of.

Anne gasped at their reflections, Hook was dressed in thigh high heeled boots with pirate cuff, red rubber booty shorts, a red leather corset, an elbow long black leather glove on her right arm and her fancy hat while Anne was dressed in a black leather tricorn hat, a red rubber bra top, black rubber corset, red rubber booty shorts, and black vinyl heeled knee boots with pirate cuffs and pink ribbon laces.

“Imagine having power over a whole crew of Brigand Babes,” Hook whispered.

“Hmmm…” Anne smiled at the wicked reflection.