If I Say

Cristo rolled his eyes but he knew the other made a point. In all fairness, he just wanted him to say the words out loud is all.

“Your crew?” He parroted, cocking his head to the side. Looks like more things have changed around Nassau since he’s been gone than he originally thought. “Hmm, well, forgive me for not being too worried about them.” Cristo’s had enough attempts on his life since being captain for a lifetime, what a few more angry pirates?

The teasing look in his eye subsided as Casey brought up Rojas. He grabs the bottle of rum next to him and stands up to retrieve an empty goblet. “Rojas is dead,” He tells him, filling up the goblet before handing it to the other male. “We got in a nasty tussle with the British and he was injured. Our medic was killed in the crossfire so the infections from his wounds killed him before we could make port.” It was a slow, agonizing death, one Cristo wished he could’ve ended sooner, but the man was stubborn. Cristo raises the bottle in a toast before tilting the tip of it to his lips. “I’m the captain now.”

Casey blinked for a moment. Rojas being dead wasn't what he'd expected when he'd come here tonight. It, admittedly, took out a massive wrinkle in Casey's life plan. Every time he came here for Rojas, he always ended up being more miserable afterwards.

Casey sighed softly. He hadn't expected to see a repeat of his apparent curse. Although... it would be the second person that Casey had been emotionally involved with that had died when Casey had his back turned.

"Well, congratulations on the promotion," Casey said flatly. "I suppose I should... go then. There's very little for me here."

There was a silence in the air that Cristo was all too familiar with, a kind of quiet that was only achieved when someone was trying to be quiet. Talaya noticed too, her lithe form sneaking into the shadows of his room, already preparing for whoever was trying to into his quarters.

He snapped his fingers twice, however, and loosened his grip on the dagger in his hand once the other man came in and started talking. Casey Callaghan. He knew of him, the quarter master of the Boneheart. He also had a very good idea why he was here. These ship walls were thin, but even thinner were Rojas’s lips when it came to who was in his bed - at least with Cirsto. It was his job to make sure everyone else on board stayed oblivious while his former captain had his fun.

“No I’m not,” He replied, a grin now on his face as he took the dagger in one hand and started to pick at his nails with it. “For what it’s worth, I thought those drawings Rojas burned were done quite nicely. Now, tell me why you’re on my ship before I decide to feed you to my cat.”

Casey regained his composure to the best of his ability. "Well, if you saw the drawings before they were burned, then you know why I'm here," he pointed out, crossing his arms.

"And if I'm going to be cat food, well, I can't say my crew would be thrilled," Casey added, raising an eyebrow. Jacob knew of his less than responsible past times, and even if Casey shouldn't have been here, his quartermaster wouldn't let him go un-avenged.

And a war between The Kraken and The Boneheart was not something the waters around Nassau needed. "So where pray tell, is Rojas? I know I didn't make a wrong turn, so why are you and your cat in his quarters?"

It was a mistake. It was always a mistake when Casey snuck aboard The Kraken. But… he'd stayed away from Rojas while he'd been grieving for Carter this year. But that didn't mean that Casey didn't have a gaping emptiness in his heart still. Maybe just a little balm, make it go away. 

It was a mistake. But Casey was still creeping aboard a ship that he wasn't particularly welcome on. He let his feet lead him through the familiar path to the captain's quarters, gloriously unseen as usual. 

"Look, I know that last time we said it was the last time," Casey began, "and you burned my drawings, so I sunk your boots. But, this time, for sure, is the last– Uh. You are not Rojas." Casey stared at the man for a moment, trying to determine what this man was doing here. Casey knew he wasn't in the wrong quarters.

Normally Kennedy wouldn’t appreciate someone else intervening, much preferring to handle the situation herself instead of risking the chance of having to owe someone or the other feeling they required some sense of gratitude. Though that of course meant that she had some way of defending herself, the red head wasn’t a fool enough to notice when she was outmatched however, there was no way she was getting out of this situation without excepting the stranger’s help. Gritting her teeth, Kennedy had to bite back the snarl she had been so tempted to hurl in the direction of the drunken idiots and instead attempted to replace it with a forced smile. “Oh, thank goodness dear. I was beginning to think you’d gotten lost.” She glanced up in what she hoped was a loving smile, the relief shining through her eyes in gratitude as she went along with his ploy. “I was just telling these lovely gents that I was waiting for you. I believe they said they’re new into port and clearly aren’t used to the way things work around here. I was just informing them, isn’t that right gentlemen? Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to leave with my husband. You have a good day.”

Casey nodded. "New in port," he echoed, looking the men over and making it clear that the woman was with him. They were leering at the woman, and while he would admit that she was beautiful, it was no call for that behaviour. And Casey was a Navy deserter. 

"Welcome to Nassau," Casey said, plastering a bright grin on his face. "It's nice to meet you. The name's Mason Madison, and this lovely woman is my wife, Melinda." He paused for a moment. "Of course, I'll forgive your pass this one time, but if I hear about you harassing my wife again, well. You don't want to know." 

Casey pulled the woman into his side and started leading her away. "Sorry for intervening," he said softly once they were clear. "You looked like you needed help. My name is Casey Collingswood, not Mason Madison. That's a fake one that I give to drunken fools."

Honey whimpered but she did as he said.

“Yes, Casey… oh… yes.” She moaned out as she felt his cock at her entrance.

She loved being taken from behind, cocks went in deeper and hit all of her spots that way, it was exhilarating.

“If ye wanna finger my arse while ye fuck me I’ve got no problems with that.” She mewled out.

"Yeah?" Casey purred, pushing into her warm hole. He groaned softly, finally getting some friction on his cock. "You like it in both holes?" He began moving slowly, rocking his hips in her pussy. 

Status: Open

Location: Nassau, Tavern

“I’d think twice about releasing me. That is if you had any intention of keeping your hand” Kennedy hissed her threat to the stranger as she attempted to loosen his grip on her whilst trying not to draw attention to them. Her hand drifted to her hip where her small blade was usually hidden, only to find it missing and her heart to lurch. She had only wanted to have a quiet drink, hoping to over hear any information on the new arrivals, though this time it appeared that she had made the mistake of listening in on the wrong people and they hadn’t been as drunk and unobservant as she had originally thought.

Casey was on his second rum of the night when he heard a commotion. He glanced over to see a woman trying to subtly separate herself from some men that Casey wasn't familiar with. He sighed before finishing off his rum and standing. Usually, he wouldn't get involved, but the leers he could see from the men didn't bode well.

Casey crossed the room in several long strides and put his hand behind the woman's back. He made sure he wasn't touching her, but the men at the table wouldn't know better. "There you are, darling," Casey said, leaning in as though to kiss the woman's cheek. "Go with it," he whispered before pulling away. "Who are you friends, love?"

          ‘  yet  it  seems  i  am  meeting  some  by  the  minute  .   perhaps  times  are  changing  .  ’    and  she  is  simply  making  small  talk  ,   saying  thoughts  that  had  crossed  her  mind  but  she’ll  never  fully  believe  in  .   not  unless  she  sees  times  changing  right  in  front  of  her  eyes  .    ‘  i  would  love  to  know  ,   if  you’re  willing  to  tell  me  .  ’  

          daniela  raises  a  brow  at  him  ,   takes  note  of  the  look  on  his  face  before  realizing  she  won’t  be  getting  any  truth  from  him  there  .   but  perhaps  …  somewhere  else  .     ‘  well  ,   casey  collingswood  -  you  may  call  me  daniela  .  ’    doesn’t  mention  her  last  name  ,   knows  that’ll  leave  her  vulnerable  .    ‘  thank  you  for  walking  me  ,   it’s  very  kind  of  you  .  ’  

"There are enough sailors that can't swim that they tell legends of sea monsters and sea gods that will kill unknowing sailors," Casey said, shrugging. It wasn't like he had the exact figure off the top of his head. He knew he was the exception, not the rule. "Enough so that you should probably assume that any sailor you meet probably cannot swim."

Casey's first reaction to hearing the young woman say Carter's name was to lash out, but he reminded himself that he'd told her the name. He couldn't be angry for a name that he'd given to her. "Of course," Casey said, nodding at her. "I wouldn't want to see a lovely young lady walk into the tavern without someone to escort her."

“Yes! There! Right there!” Honey screamed.

Through her own moans she could hear a cacophony of moans from the upper deck… her biscuits had the same effect on the rest of the Boneheart crew.

“Hit my spot again wit yer fingers and I’m sure ta get ye wet.” Honey growled out before she felt her pussy tighten again.

“Shit! Casey!” She cried out as her juices ran from her pussy, soaking his fingers.

“Please fuck me… need ye ta feel how wet I am wit yer cock.” Honey begged as she kept her position.

“Aye. I’ll stay like this just for ye.” She said breathlessly.

Casey grinned, running his hand along her spine as she came down. "Stay there," he instructed, stepping back and pulling his fingers from Honey's pussy. He quickly unlaced his trousers, letting the fabric pool at his feet. Casey grabbed at the skin and took a moment to slide the leather over his cock, tying it off at the bottom to hold it in place.

who    :    open

where    :    the tavern

when    :    late evening

The sun had long since gone to rest beneath Nassau’s horizon,    casting it’s streets dark with shifting shadows,    and echoing with the chatter of those who thrived within them.    Grimm counts himself among those who did,    a fixture atop his perch at the tavern’s bar as he was most nights when The Kraken and his crew docked for a time.     A half-empty whiskey bottle hangs loose at his side between clutched fingers,    which he draws up to swollen lips   ( a memento of the previous night’s disagreement )   for a swig.    A gold coin plays between the fingers of the other,    back and forth and back again in a smooth,    practiced motion.    

His gaze shifts sideways then,    noticing from his periphery a pair of observant eyes lingering next to him,    "better get t’ shakin’ your head,    friend    —    otherwise your eyes’ll get stuck that way.    It’s rude to stare.    Or hasn’t anyone told you that?“

Casey had been after a quiet night to himself. He'd been trying to adjust to being captain, acting, acting captain. And Casey wasn't entirely convinced that he wasn't still hungover for his biannual week of mourning. The Boneheart didn't often come to port, but when it did, Casey liked to grab a meal and a drink or two at the tavern. A break, so to speak, from the ship food. Which was usually tasty courtesy of Honey, but Casey wanted something other than fish. 

Casey's eyes caught familiar red hair, and he narrowed his eyes towards the man. The last time he'd spoken to the man, Casey had been five seconds away from hitting him. He probably would have if Dutch hasn't been there to stop him. Dutch wasn't here now, though. 

Caught, Casey shrugged. "Plenty of things are rude," he said, taking a drink before continuing, "it's not stopped you before."

        ‘  to  be  quiet  is  to  have  a  lack  of  noise  ,   there  must  always  be  a  place  less  quieter  than  somewhere  else  in  this  city  .  ’   whether  that  matters  on  time  ,   well  ,   she  doesn’t  have  the  liberty  or  freedom  of  time  .   girl  only  has  now  .   ‘  regardless  ,   i  have  no  business  on  a  ship  .   that  would  stick  out  more  than  me  in  a  rowdy  bar  .  ’  

        she  swallows  ,   knows  she’s  alone  in  this  area  of  the  city  -  and  it’s  her  first  time  around  it  .   ‘  the  tavern  …  yes  ,   i  suppose  that  will  do  .  ’   as  if  she’s  ever  been  to  one  .    ‘  an  escort  would  be  …  greatly  appreciated  .   what  is  your  name  ,   then ?  ’  

Casey shrugged. He'd had very little quiet in his time. Even quiet places weren't truly quiet. Casey hadn't been able to silence his own mind in years. "Very few people have business on a ship," he pointed out with a shrug. "Do you know how many sailors actually can't swim? The number would astound you."

Casey pursed his lips. He wasn't about to give his name to a girl that looked like she came from money. He was sure his name was officially known as a pirate by now. "Casey Collingswood," he said, giving the last name that still sent a pang through his heart to hear. But Carter's name was the easiest for Casey to take, and no matter the hurt, he loved hearing it still.

        dark  eyes  flicker  over  him  ,   she  tilts  her  head  .    ‘  i  know  who  i  am  .  ’    and  what  she  looks  like  ,   despite  wearing  her  most  boring  of  clothes  in  her  closet  ,  and  even  she  can’t  hide  the  way  she  looks  .    ‘  but  this  is  a  small  little  place  and  people  love  to  gossip .   it’s  better  if  i’m  not  here  at  all  -  ’  she  quips  .   yet  even  daniela  can’t  hide  the  blush  on  the  apple  of  her  cheeks  ,   tucks  a  strand  of  hair  behind  her  ear  .   ‘  then  the  most  quiet  place  around  .  ’   clearly  she  doesn’t  get  out  much  .  

"The quietest place around," Casey repeated. "This is a port city. The quietest places are going to be on the ship's themselves." He gestured vaguely towards the docks. "*But if you're concerned about someone seeing you buying *books, you're likely not interested in going to one of those."

Casey thought about the other options. "The tavern will only be slightly quieter than the tavern associated with the brothel," he settled on. "If you'd like company, I'd happy to escort you."

        (  @casey-callaghan​  )    ‘  i’m  not  here  and  you  didn’t  see  me -  ’   books  are  tucked  into  the  cape  she  has  on  ,   hidden  and  most  certainly  not  supposed  to  be  within  her  (  a  woman’s  )  grasp  .   ‘  now  …  do  you  know  anywhere  a  girl  can  get  a  drink  and  be  left  alone ?  ’  

Casey was in the market for a new hat. Dutch had left on what he'd called a 'sabbatical year', whatever that meant and effectively left Casey in charge of The Boneheart. And his hat wasn't suited to any form of captain, acting or otherwise.

He'd just placed one on his head, eyeing his reflection in the looking glass when he heard someone speak. Casey caught her eyes through the mirror and turned, a full grin on his face. "Now, how am I going to tell on you, sweetheart?" he asked, passing a few pounds over for the hat without looking away from the young woman. "I don't know your name. And as for a drink, well, I don't know if you know this, but you're in Nassau. A pretty gal like you is going to get noticed wherever you go."

Honey was panting and whimpering as she bucked her hips against his fingers.

“Fuck… just keep hittin’ that spot and ye’ll get yer three orgasms.” Honey said before moaning loudly.

It felt amazing. To Honey it was a need being fulfilled, she needed him to satisfy her and that’s what she was getting.

“Deeper… Oh Casey deeper!” She begged as she felt her pussy start to drip again.

She gripped the wooden table as if her life depended on it as she relished in the feeling of his fingers.

"Yeah, that your spot, Honey?" Casey asked, all but purring as he pressed his fingertips against the spot inside her. "You gonna get me all wet again?" Watching her come apart on the table had Casey beyond hard in his trousers. He was grateful that he wasn't wearing the tight breeches that were so popular with men in the back of his mind. Casey would have bet money that he'd be in pain because of his erection.

Honey moaned even louder than before.

“Fuck Casey… alright, I’ll beg fer ye.” She whined before crying out.

“Casey please… fuck me already! Need ye inside!” Honey whimpered out before her moans and cries reached a certain pitch.

“Fuck!” She felt her core drip more than it did before and her legs shook as her juices flowed from her like a fountain.

Honey was a squirter, and because of it her orgasms or her pre-orgasms felt a billion times better. She didn’t squirt all the time during sex, but when someone hit a certain spot in her over and over again, she couldn’t hold herself back from squirting anymore… and in this case his third finger had sent her over the edge.

“Casey…” She begged almost breathlessly.

Casey grinned, fucking her through her orgasm. He always liked getting his partner's off, almost as much as he enjoyed getting off himself. "That's it, Honey," he purred, slowing his fingers but not quite stopping. "Good girl."

Casey ran his free hand along Honey's spine. "Now, I think one more of those, and then, I'll fuck you," he said, sounding unaffected despite the situation in his trousers. "If you don't come at least three times, Honey, I've not done my job right."

Honey couldn’t stop moaning, trying her best to catch her breath with every little thing he did to her.

She gazed at him sensually as she saw him get his condom out and set it down.

Honey gasped in arousal as she felt his fingers again and nodded as she did as he instructed.

She bent over the table, sticking her ass and pussy out for him to pleasure her further.

“Casey… I ain’t gonna beg ye.” Honey whimpered as she felt her core drip with arousal.

"Shame," Casey hummed, running his hand along Honey's spine down to her ass. "I like a gal that begs." He pushed a finger back into Honey's pussy, fucking her with his finger slowly.

Honey kissed back with a moan, her leg briefly wrapping around his waist to push herself deeper into the kiss.

She threw her head back and moaned when he slid his finger through her slick.

“Fuck… Casey…” Honey whimpered as she felt him grab her ass and rub her clit.

“Yeah, a skin will be good.” She said before gasping at the feeling of his finger in her pussy.

“More of that… please.” She begged breathlessly before moaning at the feeling of his second finger in her.

“Didn’t know yer fingers were so fuckin’ big.” She whined.

“Aye. That’s good. I don’t have it either.” Honey said before bringing his face to hers and kissing him.

“Fuck me with yer fingers, Casey.” She said breathlessly as she playfully bit his lip and sucked on it before looking him in the eyes, bucking her hips against the feeling of his fingers inside of her, her juices dripping from the feeling of his fingers alone.

Casey took advantage of the exposed skin of her throat and pressed his lips into it, sucking at her pulse. He thought about sucking harder, leaving a mark, but Honey wasn't his to claim. Casey didn't claim anyone anymore, so he pressed one more kiss against the column of her throat before pulling away.

He dug into his coin purse clumsily, pulling out the leather condom he kept there and set it on the table behind them. Casey would grab it when he absolutely needed it, but for now, he let it be.