Author: Crooked
Following Captain Fidelity and Captain Hemmings, I walked out of the captain’s cabin and onto the deck.
The decks were crowded with sailors, each clutching in his hand anything that could be brought to bear as a weapon, and the air was so tense that, with the exception of an occasional sudden curse from one of the men, there was no one talking, and the eyes of all were fixed on the two Arabian ships, which were a thousand yards away.
Sergeant Ryerson, who was also the ship’s sheriff, led the fifty-six men under his command in the final preparations for battle: some were drilling in and out of the powder room, lifting out barrels of gunpowder and shells, and piling them up beside the gun-doors, while others were loading their guns with ammunition and putting bayonets on the barrels, in preparation for the physical battle.
The chaplain went about the deck, Bible and rosary in hand, blessing all on board and wishing that God would send evil upon the enemy.
Captain Fidelity replaced the first navigator and took over the helm himself, looking up at the sky.
I looked up too.
The sky was cloudless, the sun hung high in the sky, radiating a poisonous sunlight, and there was only a slight wind flowing in the air. If it were normal, I would have already drifted off to sleep at this time, stripped off my shirt, and lazily lain on the bed, but right now, I was gripping the sword in my hand, and my mind desperately tried to remember the almost forgotten swordplay my father taught me when I was a child.
Captain Hyams lowered his binoculars and whispered something to Sergeant Ryerson next to him.
Seeing Captain Hemmings’ expression of certainty, I felt slightly relieved in my heart. If votes were cast for the King’s Navy Model, then Captain Hemmings would definitely be the best candidate.
Of his fame I have long heard, and it is said that on his first voyage to sea after his graduation from the naval academy, he was unfortunate (or rather fortunate) to meet the infamous Portuguese Crown Pirates, when young Warrant Officer Hemmings gallantly led a small party of ten, risked his life by boarding the flagship of the other party, and succeeded in capturing the enemy’s commander of the fleet, and, while the enemy fled in vain, with accurate gunnery, he struck at the Shen one of the The enemy ship.
Thereafter, Hemmings made many victories in the East Indies and in the Spanish-Portuguese struggle, terrorizing the enemy.
The company took the opportunity of Captain Hemmings’ return to his home country for his vacation, and used a lot of connections to invite him to be the escort for the maiden voyage of the “Luna”.
I looked at the sea gradually approaching the Arab ships, as if I could see the enemy ship tied with a white turban, with a large beard, hand holding an Arab machete, shouting “Allah long live” Arab pirates in front of me, think of the rumors of the cruelty of the Arab pirates, the heart can not help but feel a wave of trembling.
“Rowe, what’s the situation now?”
I looked back and Mr. Harlan was poking his head out of the saloon room (the room where the ship’s higher crew meets and relaxes), blushing and asking me.
“Not good ……”
I gave him a frown, and Mr. Harlan wailed “God forbid” before shrinking back down.
Mr. Harlan is the company’s senior commercial officer, and is in charge of the maiden voyage of the company’s newest investment, the Luna. Mr. Harlan has served in the East India for more than twenty years, and is famous for his flexibility in negotiation and bluffing, and has contributed greatly to the expansion of the company’s business, but when it comes to combat, he is scared out of his wits, and can only hide, except for shouting “God bless”.
I, Raul Reillys. After a year in the office of the head office, I managed to get the status of trainee commercial officer to go to sea, and had the honor to work with Mr. Harlan on the Luna, my future in the company was about to soar, but I did not expect that my first trip to the sea encountered the Arabian pirates who are known for their ferocity, and I could not help but complain about my own bad luck.
“Boom!”
Suddenly came a loud bang, I have not yet figured out what is going on when I saw the deck sailors are in a hurry to crouch down, I also subconsciously crouched down, followed the crowd’s eyes, only to see fifty yards outside the ship’s side of the explosion of sky-high columns of water, it turned out that the Arabian ship was the first to fire a gun.
“Foolish fellows ……” Captain Hemmings’ sneer was heard in his ears, only to see him leading his men looming over them, unaffected by the shelling, “We’re still out of range. “
The sailors reared up. It was not clear whether the words of Captain Hyams were a remark on the stupidity of the Arab pirates, who had wasted their ammunition in vain, or whether they were a disgrace to us for making such a fuss that we were unable to distinguish between danger and danger.
“Come on, damned Arabs!” The Captain’s handsome face was filled with excitement, and his usually kindly eyes were replaced by a stern, murderous look, as he kept his eyes fixed on the Arab ship.
“Raise the mainsail!”
Captain Fidelity shouted, and the sail-maker quickly hoisted the mainsail; it turned out that a gale was blowing on the sea at that moment, and the captain wanted to accelerate with the wind to get out of the track of the Arabian ship. The captain quickly rushed to the helm and quickly talked to the captain, they seemed to be arguing about something, it seems that the captain finally won, only to see the captain waved his hand, the leader of the sail makers flinched for a moment, could not understand what the captain meant.
“Raise the spinnaker!” The captain shouted again.
The sailors were astonished; to hoist the spinnaker meant to go against the wind, and at that moment the direction of the wind was toward the Arabian ship. Instead of taking advantage of the tailwind to speed up and disengage, they had to meet the enemy against the wind, and the crowd screamed.
Ignoring the shouts of the crowd in the slightest degree, Hyams raised the telescope in his hand, and once more looked at the Arabian ship, which was rapidly approaching, and then whispered an order to Sergeant Reynoldson, who went away in answer to the order. The Arabian ships were approaching one after the other, and the sound of the Arabian war-song was carried down the wind to the ship, and was distinctly audible, so that the sailors, besides cursing the captain and the captain in their hearts for bringing the multitude to their deaths, could only summon up all their spirits to prepare for the battle.
The Captain’s eyes were filled with a frenzy within them, as if they were going to spew fire and burn the enemy before them.
“Boom! Boom! Boom!” For the prey that they had brought to their door, the Arab pirates of course would not let go easily, and the leading Arab ships opened fire at the Luna.
“Damn!” I heard the captain let out a yell, and then felt a sudden violent steering of the ship, and under the captain’s skillful steering, the Lunar God was able to avoid the enemy’s shelling by a slight distance.
That’s when Capt. Hyams yelled, “Fire!”
The sixteen cannons on the starboard side roared at the same time, and the fire and smoke at once obscured my gaze, only to hear the captain utter a howl, as if a vicious wolf were howling up to the sky after capturing its prey.
As the smoke cleared, I hurriedly looked over to see an Arab ship sinking slowly, with explosions coming from time to time from its hold, and the pirates on board jumping overboard to escape, while another Arab ship, shocked by our accurate shelling, slowed down and began to rescue its companions who had fallen into the water. The sailors on deck immediately burst into cheers.
“Lower the spinnaker!”
With another order from the Captain, the Luna turned, her mainsail ate up the gale, and she accelerated away, leaving the one remaining Arabian pirate ship far behind, and eventually disappearing over the sea level. After instructing Sergeant Ryerson in a few words, the Captain, amidst the admiring glances of the sailors, paced to his cabin door, and, turning to me, said, “Trainee Peterson, please convey to the Captain on my behalf that I am hungry, and hope to have my two hours’ late lunch in half an hour’s time.”
It was only after the Captain mentioned it that I too felt my stomach growling with hunger long ago. Two hours ago, in anticipation of the coming battle, the captain had ordered each man to wrap his stomach hastily with only a little bread.
After conveying the Captain’s words to him, the Captain ordered the mess room to open and announced that each man would be allowed a double meal and would be allotted an extra can of Spanish wine to celebrate the day’s victory.
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On this day, after passing the Canary Islands, a vessel appeared in our rear, coming in our direction, and we signaled to that vessel and awaited her arrival. On her approaching, we found that she was also a ship bound for the East Indies. Her name was “Starfish,” and her captain was Peter Tiesen. The captain was Peter Tyson.
That evening we were invited to share dinner at the Starfish, and boarded the Starfish in a small life raft sent by the Starfish, where we were greeted by Mr. Birdo (the Starfish’s High Commercial Officer), Captain Peter, and Lieutenant Meehan (who was a schoolmate of Captain Hemmings).
We were ushered into the saloon and seated in separate places (I, of course, being of the lowest rank, was in the seat nearest the door), after which the waiters began to serve, and the dinner was very warmly served, amidst the attentive greetings of Mr. Birdo and Captain Peter, and we were treated to a delicious roasted flank of beef (which the Starfish’s cooks were certainly better than ours) and wine.
I noticed an empty seat next to Mr. Birdo and an unused set of cutlery on the table; was there another guest who hadn’t arrived?
After the meal was finished, and the dining\table removed, it was then that Mr. Birdo responded to my query by bidding the valet, “Ask Mrs. Kuhn to come and see our guest.”
We all looked at Mr. Birdo in amazement, not realizing that there were women on the Starfish?
Mr. Birdo smiled and said, “She’s my sister, and my brother-in-law is Jan. Peterson B. Kuhn.”
I heard Jan Peterson. We were surprised to hear the name Jan Petersen Kuhn. We were surprised to hear the name Jan Petersen Kuhn, and we didn’t expect to be associated with the man who is currently a hot commodity in the company. Two years ago, at the age of twenty-six, Kuhn was promoted by the Board of Directors to the position of General Director, in charge of all trade affairs in East India, is a well-known hardliner, the reputation of the killing habit is often mentioned, he advocated in the company should be by fire and sword, once and for all, to seize the British and Portuguese trade power in the East India region, monopolize all the trade points in Asia.
“Kuhn came to Batavia a year ago on a posting, and while I say that this trip to the ship is also for business, the most important thing is to send my sister to be reunited with Kuhn.”
The door to the salon room was opened, and a burst of fragrance came to her nose as Mrs. Kuhn entered the salon in full regalia, and every eye was attracted to the belated beauty.
Mrs. Kuhn has a pretty face, the face shows some pallor, but it does not reduce her beauty at all, but it is even more charming. Mrs. Kuhn’s height is not high, but the petite figure has well-developed female characteristics, high chest in the light, reflecting a deep cleavage shadow, there is like a bee-like slender waist, with rounded hips, exudes an irresistible sex appeal.
Mrs. Kuhn began by apologizing for being late, and explaining that her health had been indisposed by the long voyage, and that she was therefore unable to be present at dinner, and was sorry to have slowed down the gentlemen, and then, after being introduced by Mr. Birdo, we all, one by one, saluted Mrs. Kuhn, and said that we did not care in the least for your Ladyship’s tardiness, and that it was an honor for men to be able to wait upon a lady of your Ladyship’s beauty.
Conversation began warmly with Mrs. Kuhn, whose sweet, delicate voice, and laughter like silver bells from time to time from her little cherry mouth, made everyone present feel extraordinarily comfortable after being accustomed to hearing the sailor’s coarse voice.
Moreover, her ladyship’s sociability, always changing the subject at the right moment, so as to leave no one feeling left out (but even so, I noticed that the person who attracted most of Mrs. Kuhn’s attention and conversation belonged to the handsomest of us all, Captain Hemmings), made being in this salon as pleasant as if I were bathed in a spring breeze.
Then Mr. Bordeaux played his famous violin and each of us had the pleasure of dancing with Mrs. Kuhn to the beautiful music. Afterwards the conversation broke up into groups without realizing it, and the two senior businessmen talked in a corner of the salon about the future direction of the company.
The two captains exchanged interesting experiences of each other’s sea voyages; the lieutenant excused himself on the ground that he had some other private business to attend to; and the captain and Mrs. Kuhn walked out of the saloon at an unknown hour. I was left alone in my seat, sipping the wine in my hand.
I felt a pang of air and stepped out of the saloon as well to get some air. It was completely dark outside, the moon and the stars had taken over the sky instead of the sun, and the sea was dark except for the reflected moonlight and the lights of the Luna not far away.
I was refreshed by the gusts of cool air. I strolled around the deck, chatting casually with the sailors on duty, listening to them talk about sea stories that were hard to believe, about how someone had once seen a 100-foot-long giant sea monster swallow a huge shark in one gulp, or about how someone had even seen a manifestation of God blessing his way through the fiercest storm in recorded history.
Suddenly I felt the urge to urinate, so I walked quickly to the stern of the ship and liberated the accumulated waste water from my body to the sea. After shaking a few times, I relieved myself and re-fastened my belt, when I heard a “snort” and a low laugh, and I turned my head to look for the source of the laugh, and I was shocked to find that Captain Himes and Mrs. Coon were necking intimately with each other in a place where the light of the stern of the ship couldn’t be reached. I was surprised to find Captain Hemmings and Mrs. Kuhn in an intimate embrace.
Careful not to make the slightest sound, I hid myself in the shadow of the life raft, and with excitement and curiosity peered at the Captain and the Lady, wondering in my mind how the two of them had become so quickly involved.
Mrs. Kuhn was leaning on the captain’s arms, and the captain put his hands around Mrs. Kuhn’s slender waist and kissed her on the cheek. The captain’s hands climbed up to Mrs. Kuhn’s breasts, squeezing them softly through her clothes, and Mrs. Kuhn let out a low, coquettish giggle from time to time, seemingly happy to allow the captain to be impudent, and her petite body wriggled in the captain’s embrace.
“Such a hurry, we’ve only known each other for less than three miles!” Although the lady deliberately lowered the tone of her voice, but since I was at the downwind place, by the transmission of the wind, I could still hear the content of the conversation very clearly.
“I can’t help it ……” the Captain chuckled lowly, his loins grinding against his lady’s ass in a sexually teasing manner, “Mmmm …… you smell good! ……”
“You’re so rude ……” Madame grabbed the Captain’s big hand that was going to her most private part, and gave it a pouty smack, abruptly turned around and looked at the Captain face to face, boldly tilted her face up, and kissed with the Captain. The captain greedily sucked on the lady’s sweet lips, their tongues passionately intertwined, and the lady was breathless from the kiss, letting out moans of “mmmmm”.
Lips parting, Madame gently pushed the Captain away, a silver thread pulling out between them. Her Ladyship was panting, her cheeks flushed as if they were dripping blood, and her seductive eyes glanced obliquely at the Captain. I could clearly see the bloody tendons rising from the Captain’s neck, and seemingly unable to restrain himself any longer, he violently pushed Madame into the life raft beside him.
I was so shocked that I almost screamed, and managed to swallow the cry that almost came out of my mouth. Now that the Captain and Lady were less than two feet in front of me, I could only shrink even more, hoping not to be noticed.
Madam leaned against the life raft, the captain lifted up Madam’s skirt, then I heard a soft sound, at first I didn’t know what it was, then I only saw the captain holding a ball of something in his hand, putting it in front of his nose and sniffing it hard, with a weird smile on his face, and I immediately understood that the captain had ripped off Madam’s panties, and the soft sound just now was the sound of Madam’s panties being ripped.
The lady didn’t seem to care at all about the panties being ripped, instead she put her arms around the Captain’s neck and mouthed the wordless words, “What are you waiting for?”
Invited by Madame, the Captain quickly unbuttoned his pants, revealing his long erect rod (oh, God is fair after all, I thought to myself, even though the Captain was born with a handsome face that mesmerized women, at least my dick is still bigger than his), turned Madame around with her back to himself, lifted up his skirt, and entered Madame from behind.
Madam “hum” a low cry, voice reveals the joy of a long drought, hips to meet the captain’s thrusts, backward, a trace of strong suppressed seductive murmur escaped from her mouth, listening to my ears, but also stimulate my desire to rise high.
“Oh, Emmanuelle, you’re such a slut, you’re so tightly clamped inside ……” The Captain gasped as he pressed down on his lady’s snow-white buttocks, panting, “It’s so good, it’s so good… …”
Madam’s breathing gradually increased. By the light of the moon, I could see that Madame’s cheeks were flushed, her eyes were half-open, half-closed, and her face was filled with a look of ecstasy, seemingly enjoying herself immensely. The Captain’s hand did not forget another of Madame’s proud talents, and pulled Madame’s blouse down along her shoulders, and the two masses of breast flesh immediately popped out.
Her Ladyship’s silky breasts were even more fragile in the moonlight, but the Captain had no leisure to take his time at this point, and with almost brutal force (God bless Her Ladyship), he roughly ravaged Her Ladyship’s breasts, grabbing them at one time, pinching them, twisting them, and kneading them, the flesh of the breasts changing into all sorts of unspeakable shapes as the Captain’s palms worked them into the ground.
The lady’s brows knit lightly, as if she felt the torment on her chest, but she didn’t express any opposition, instead, she catered to it more fiercely, and the “pop, pop” sound of physical combat reached my ears.
As I looked at the lady’s breasts, which sagged and grew even larger from bending over, my mind recalled something completely unrelated to what I had seen before me, and from what I had heard from other people, that there was said to be a young lord in the royal academy of sciences in England, who was struggling with inexplicable theories as to why apples fall down, instead of flying up.
(Why do boobs just sag and not float upwards? If Jazz were here, I’m sure he’d have a good set of explanations.)
At the same time as my whimsical thoughts, the two were nearing the end of the line, the Captain speeding up his thrusts and the Lady pushing her hips harder, I could even feel the heat emanating from their mating, a drop of lewdness splashed my cheek as the Captain’s rod withdrew.
“Emmanuelle, my goddess, I’m going to cum ……,” the Captain growled low, his loins shook, and then he slumped disheveled on the Lady’s back.
Madame looked at the Captain with a grudge, blaming him for injecting his essence into her without her consent, what if she got pregnant?
The Captain smiled without answering, the expression on his face seeming to say, “No, I’m not worried at all, I know that a siren like you who can seduce a man will naturally find a way to keep herself from being impregnated, won’t she?”
After hurriedly fixing his appearance, the captain greedily kissed his wife passionately before they disappeared around the corner one after the other. After returning to the Luna that night, the scene of the Captain and Mrs. Luna making love kept popping up in my mind, reminding me even more of Aiyuki in my hometown, that lovely but hateful Aiyuki, who had left me to marry Rolf, whom I hated the most.
I don’t know how sailors give vent to their desires on a long voyage, but at twenty-one years old (at God’s mercy, I’m still a virgin), I have a fire between my legs that burns so hot that I can hardly sleep.
The Luna and the Starfish had been traveling together, and after reaching the island of Aberoheus (located off Brazil in South America), the Starfish had to stop at anchor to resupply, and we were delayed in our scheduled progress due to our previous attempts to avoid Arab pirates, and because we had brought more food and water with us, Mr. Harlan and Captain Fidler decided to continue on in hopes of catching up with our scheduled progress.
After parting company with the Starfish, the ship’s course was toward Tristan da Vinci. The islands of Quinha (in the South Atlantic). Quinha Islands (in the South Atlantic), and after a few days we reached the latitude in which this archipelago is situated, but did not find them.
There was an immediate uproar over the news, as we were scheduled to meet at the Tristan da Vinci Center. We had been scheduled to resupply in the Tristan da Cunha Islands. Although the ship’s water and food supply was still intact, food portions were an emergency, and the captain ordered that everyone’s portions be reduced by one-third as of today.
The northwesterly wind blew the ship eastward in the direction of the Cape of Good Hope. The ship’s council resolved to resupply on arrival at the Cape of Good Hope. We kept this course for a considerable time, and food became more and more scarce; fortunately, black-spotted gulls then appeared, which the sailors shot down with a flurry of sticks, and, besides using them for food, cut them up into pieces, and, smearing them with lard and mounting them on hooks for bait, caught some fish in a very short time.
Seeing seagulls means that the Cape of Good Hope is not far away. We looked north and saw a strip of land that was the Cape of Good Hope. But just as we were about to approach, the damn Portuguese broke the international agreement (trade ships of any country can resupply at the Cape of Good Hope, even if they are at war) and attacked us with guns from the land, which of course we fired back.
But as our cannon fire was inferior to that of the Portuguese cannon, we had to abandon our intention of landing, and resolved to let the ship sail over the headland without stopping.
(Afterwards I thought that the Portuguese might have broken the agreement because they had learned that Capt. Hemmings was on board our ship and wanted to avenge a long-standing feud that had been going on for years.)
Although no supplies could be made, the voyage had to go on. By this time the fresh food had been eaten and the water was about to run out, when a representative of the crew came to the saloon to say that more than three dozen men had fallen ill, and that new ones were being added every day, and that scurvy was beginning to spread among the sailors, and that it was demanded that the ship should be brought ashore as soon as possible to be replenished, or else the sailors would soon die.
At last we dropped anchor at Rénéon. Some of the sick men got up from their beds and tried to land. Mr. Harlan sent out a sloop to inspect it, and found many tortoises and blue pigeons; the island was not inhabited, and there was no sign of any other vessel coming ashore.
The sailors supported each other on board the island of Rénéon, and many of the sick sailors said to me, “As soon as we smelled land we were half cured, and now that we have landed, our health is almost as good as if we were at home.”
The sailors began to gather food, some mending to catch terrapins, some traveling inland to the lakes to catch fish, and some walking into the woods trying to find fruit. The ship was also busy, the sailors opened all the gun doors and muzzles so that fresh air could be blown into the cabins, and then tipped the ship as far as possible, scrubbing the shellfish that had adhered to the bottom of the ship with small bushes and brushes to prevent them from burrowing into the planks and causing leaks.
We had remained twenty-one days in all at the island of Rénéon, and as we had sufficient food and water, and the sailors were all fully restored to health, we hoisted the sails again, and set sail.
Shortly after arriving in the Sunda Strait, an unforeseen fire broke out, and the cascade of pain it caused is still with me.
It starts with my job. Before a commercial officer arrives at his destination, he basically has nothing to do on board, except for attending the ship’s affairs meeting occasionally, reviewing the logbook and counting the ship’s cargo regularly. Since I was only a trainee, I had no say in the ship’s affairs meetings, and I was not privy to some of the confidential data in the logbook, so the only work that fell to me was the bi-weekly inventory.
On this particular day, having done my duty of counting the cargo, I went into the storeroom to take an incidental count of the quantity of wine left (the captain had given an impromptu account of it, having lately discovered that some of the sailors had been stealing and drinking it), when one of the bar assistants, named Bud, in accordance with past custom, entered the storeroom every afternoon with small containers to be filled with brandy for the purpose of giving half a glass of wine to each of the sailors at supper.
He had a candle with him and stuck the holder on a bucket. The two of us were chatting and going about our tasks when he suddenly called out, “Fire!”
I turned my head to see that a cask of brandy had begun to catch fire (probably because he had accidentally knocked over the candlestick and the wick had fallen into the cask in which he had been pouring), and that the fire had immediately burned outside the cask, and then had rapidly extended itself into the midst of the blacksmith’s coal-room on the next deck.
What followed I do not know how to describe in a coherent manner; all I remember is that I at once recruited several sailors to help in extinguishing the fire, but it spread very rapidly through the whole of the storeroom, and, what was worse, a great deal of smoke arose from the coals which had been poured over it, so that my sight was almost entirely obscured, and it was with difficulty that I was able to find the hatchway to escape, when I next heard Mr. Harlan and Captain Hemmings arguing violently.
Mr. Harlan demanded that the gunpowder should be thrown overboard, lest the fire should ignite it, while Captain Hemmings retorted that without it, what would be done if we met the enemy?
The fire had gradually gotten out of control and was so thick with smoke that the sailors in the cabins fled. Some of the sailors were busy taking water and dunking them, while others began to lower their sloops and life rafts, preparing to escape from the desperate ship, when an explosion sounded in the direction of the gun-room, and the ship shook so violently that many of the men were thrown into the water.
By this time all the people had given up on the rescue and were scrambling to get into the life raft, and I grabbed a crying Mr. Harlan (who I thought was going to be demoted from the company) and grabbed into the packed life raft, and just as we were paddling away from the Luna, a loud bang like a heavenly punishment erupted in our ears, and a blast of scorching hot air blew in my face, curling my hair.
I squinted my eyes and looked at the fire rushing into the sky, the Lunar God was blown into a thousand pieces, wooden pieces were scattered in all directions, violently a piece of debris flew in my direction, I turned my head in a hurry and flinched, but I was still a step too slow, I only felt a fiery pain, a sharp piece of wood pierced into my cheek below my right eye, fortunately the piercing wasn’t too deep and didn’t injure my eye, and afterward after the treatment it only left a scar of about an inch in length.
The four life rafts and dinghies that had been detached from the Luna in real time gathered together, and we counted the number of men; only seventy-six remained, a loss of about three-fourths of the men. Captain Fidelity, clutching a mast, was rescued after drifting for some time at sea, and poor Captain Hemmings, heroically sacrificed his life in order to rescue the men who had not yet left the Luna.
That night we spent the night by the wreckage of the ship. In the morning, at first light, we searched the neighborhood for the remnants of drifting food, and were fortunate to find some cured meat, cheese, and soggy bread. The captain and the second pilot (the first pilot was unfortunately also buried at sea) tried to find a compass or an index, but were unable to do so.
The captain ordered the oars to be put in, as it was only a vain waste of strength to paddle carelessly before one knew what direction to take, and told the sailors to take off their underclothes and use them for sails, and to make a halyard out of the lanyard at the side of the ship to make a sail. We drifted on the sea all day, and sailed by the signs of the heavens. We made use of the night time to sail, but the nights were so cold that every one shivered straight away, but the temperature during the day was so hot that it almost dried one up.
After six days of drifting, the little food that remained was gone. Hunger might have been easier to endure, but a throat on fire with thirst was intolerable, and from time to time the captain had to stop some almost frantic sailors from trying to drink seawater. Some cut off the tips of their shoes and chewed them in their mouths, hoping to produce saliva to quench their thirst, while others began to drink their own urine.
I went along with it (I’d do anything as long as it quenched my thirst), but drinking it turned uncomfortable.
That night it rained heavily from the sky, and the sailors all looked up with open mouths and drank the rainwater hard. The captain ordered the sails to be lowered and laid flat inside the boat, with which they were to catch the rainwater and collect it in two small wooden barrels for later drinking.
It rained until midnight, and though we quenched our thirst, the cold that followed was more than unbearable, and everyone hunkered down, drawing on each other’s body heat to fetch it.
I cuddled with Mr. Harlan, my teeth chattering with cold, feeling as if I had a slight fever, and I don’t know how long it was before I drifted off to sleep.
As soon as it was light, I heard a joyful cry saying, “Rise and shine, companions! Land! I see land! Get up quickly!” So all began to paddle in the direction of the land, and reached it in about an hour.
The captain knelt down and kissed the land and raised his voice in praise of God’s grace and mercy. The sailors began to look for food and water; they found many coconut trees, but were unable to find fresh water, so we drank much coconut juice to quench our thirst, and then ate the flesh of the coconuts to satisfy our hunger, but because of the excess of food, many of us suffered from stomach aches, and it was not until our stomachs had been liberated that the earlier pains disappeared.
We went inland, and the first few men found a village of natives. They came back and reported that the language they heard the natives using was Malay, so the captain sent three men who had been in East India and knew Malay to negotiate.
A group of us were led into the village by the natives, who asked us where we were from, and we told them we were Dutch and asked where we were. The natives were gesticulating and speaking in a way that I did not understand at all, but fortunately Mr. Harun, who knew a little Malay, interpreted the natives’ words to me, saying that this was Sumatra, and that down the road (actually, south) was Java.
We felt through all the pockets we had on us, and with difficulty managed to get together eighty riels, which we exchanged with the natives for the food they provided. After we had eaten our fill, we began to think of the provisions we would need for Java, and we mentioned to the natives that we were going to Batavia, and spoke of Jan. Peterson Kuhn. Kuhn’s name. At this the natives changed their countenance, and, having been kind, became very hostile, and turned away.
It immediately occurred to me that the present governor – the favorite to be the future governor – had always been very hard on the natives, slaughtering whole tribes, and that this village might have suffered the same fate as the village of Jan Petersen. Jan Petersen Kuhn? Has this village been subjected to the horrors of Jan Petersen Kuhn?
The captain also felt that the situation is not right, there are more and more natives gathered, holding all kinds of weapons, including bows and arrows, spears, axes and rakes. The captain made a decisive decision and ordered everyone to retreat, Sergeant Ryerson commanded the rear of the soldiers, and we quickly ran in the direction of the shore.
About two or three hundred natives were in pursuit of us, hissing and screaming, and firing bows and arrows and hurling spears at us incessantly, with axes instantly falling as soon as any one lagged behind. We boarded the life raft and made haste to get the boat under way. Some of the natives tried to climb over the side of the ship, and tried to force their way on board; the sailors cracked their heads with the oars, and seized the natives’ axes and spears, and any more that tried to board, killed them with their bellies broken.
The boat reached the outer sea, and we were at last free from the attack of the natives. We counted again, and found that we had lost sixteen men (God rest their souls), some killed in the villages, some lagging behind in their flight, and some abandoned by us because they were too late to get into the skiffs (I hate to say it, but I am afraid that if we had not abandoned them, we would have all been killed by the natives).
The only thing worth being happy about was that on the way out, some of the men had touched a few bags of rice and eight chickens in passing, and were at last slightly supplied.
We sailed downwind along the coast. The sixty men who survived and the little food that was left, which the captain had prudently and properly distributed, were nevertheless exhausted in a few days. We got on land again, and the sailors at once dispersed in search of food, though they dared not go too far inland, lest they should again meet with tribes hostile to the Dutch.
Soon after, the captain announced that, by observing the shape and course of the mountains, he could confirm that we had entered and were about to pass through the Sunda Strait and were “very near” to Batavia, the end of our voyage.
We assembled our men, and sailed in the direction indicated by the captain. Shortly after dark we discovered a fire in the distant sea, and the sailors let loose their throats and shouted, in the hope of attracting attention; but Mr. Harlan feared that if it were a native vessel, he would not be throwing himself into the net. Fortunately it was a European vessel, nor a hostile Portuguese ship, and almost unbelievably fortunate that she turned out to be the Starfish!
Captain Peter warmly entertained us in the aftermath of the disaster, talking about the Luna, and Captain Fidelity sobbed about all the tragic things that had happened since he parted company with the Starfish.
Mr. Harlan asked how the Starfish came to be here, and Captain Peter explained that the Starfish had arrived in the East Indies about a month before, and had been instructed by the chief superintendent to act as a transport between Batavia and Jambi, and was now returning to Batavia with a full cargo of spices, while Mr. Birdo and Captain Meehan had been sent to join the fleet of Congrellis L. Mr. Birdo and Captain Meehan have been sent to join the fleet of Mr. Congrellis Reynolds to seek opportunities of commerce in China.
Three days later we arrived in Batavia (after eleven long months), and Mr. Harlan, Captain Fidelity (and of course I went with him) had to report to the Governor’s Palace, while the crew was assigned to other ships. We changed into our new clothes and were led to the hall of the Governor’s house, where we were surprised to be greeted by the Chief Superintendent, Mr. Jan Petersen. To our surprise, we were greeted by the Chief Superintendent, Mr. Jan Petersen Kuhn. We were surprised to be greeted by Chief Superintendent Jan Petersen Kuhn and his wife, Mrs. Kuhn.
It was only after Mrs. Kuhn’s explanation that we understood that the Governor had recently been unable to get up because of a serious illness, so the Chief Superintendent was acting in his place.
Mr. Kuhn, who was not as cold and unapproachable as we had previously imagined, listened gently to Mr. Harlan’s report, and even shed tears when he heard that Captain Hemmings had stood firm at his post and died heroically. Instead of accusing Mr. Harlan and the captain of dereliction of duty, he praised us for being able to calmly lead the remaining crew to a safe arrival.
When Mr. Kuhn had heard all, he invited us to lunch with him, and we were graciously entertained by Mrs. Kuhn, and the Malay servants kept up a constant flow of tropical food, such as I had never tasted before, and much wine was drunk. Mr. Kuhn spoke of the development of the Republic in the East Indies, and of the fact that the influence of Portugal in this part of the world had greatly diminished, and that England, once a friendly country, had become a new rival.
Although not yet torn asunder, relations were rather strained, and we informed the General Director of the political situation in the country at the time of our departure, the Republic having opened up new colonies in the Americas, and the religious strife in the country becoming more and more violent.
After we had been in Batavia for six days, Mr. Kuhn appointed us to our new posts: Captain Fidelity was given a new ship, and is now the captain of the Dottermaiden; Mr. Harlan, instead of being demoted, was promoted to be the governor of the Wandan merchant house; and I became a qualified junior commercial clerk, and stayed in Batavia to help with the trade with the Chinese merchants. I became a qualified junior commercial officer and stayed in Batavia to assist in the trade with Chinese merchants.
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Time flies, and it has been three years since I arrived in East India. I have been promoted to Senior Commercial Officer, in charge of the trade of local Chinese merchants, married to Jenny (one of the many women the company bought from orphanages in China and shipped to East India as staff wives), have a one and a half year old son, and last month Jenny told me she was pregnant again.
I am in continual correspondence with Captain Fidelity and Mr. Harun. Although his contract with the company had expired, the captain said he could no longer stay away from the sea and the East Indies, and had married a Malay woman and had three children, while Mr. Harlan was busy all the time in the merchant’s house in Banten, and although he complained of the never-ending work, I saw that he was enjoying himself.
Mr. Kuhn became the fourth Governor of the Company two years ago, and has been able to give full play to the ambitions he has had for many years. He has strengthened his hold on the Spice Islands, built castles throughout the country, recruited from home all the artisans, priests and soldiers needed, intensified his offensive against the Portuguese, and, even with regard to the English, prepared to expel them from the East Indies.
By and large, I am very happy with my career and life in East India, and have greatly exceeded my expectations before I left the country, but the only thing that has caused me much distress, and which I did not expect at the time, has been the unending relationship between Mrs. Kuhn and myself.
It was about a year ago that I received an invitation from the Governor’s house, in the name of the Governor-General, to a gathering of our family at the house. Such invitations were quite frequent in those days (though I had my doubts that I could be so honored in my position).
I didn’t think too much about it, but wondered in my heart: I heard that Mr. Governor had left for the Banda Islands three days ago to deal with the disturbance of the local natives, so how could he be back so soon? And since Jenny couldn’t go with me because she had to take care of her son who had a cold, I went to the Governor’s residence that night alone, carrying the homemade hometown-flavored cured meats that Jenny had prepared to give to his wife for the appointment.
Arriving at the Governor’s house, I was surprised to find that I was the only guest. Mrs. Kuhn said nothing more (I forced myself not to ask more questions, and Mr. Governor was indeed still in Daban), and as usual entertained me with a sumptuous dinner. At the end of the meal, Madame brought out brandy from her homeland, and the two of us sat across a small table from each other, sipping the rare wine and making small talk.
In fact, I could hardly sit still, it was as if there were pins and needles in my chair. I don’t usually have much interaction with Her Ladyship (usually at the Viceroy’s banquets, I’m preoccupied with chatting with the other business men, and it’s Jenny and the wives of the other clerks who take care of the small talk with Her Ladyship), and sitting face to face like this nowadays has made me feel incredibly constricted. Her Ladyship must have had some special intention of impersonating Mr. Governor’s invitation this time, which I did not know.
I don’t know who brought it up first, but we talked about the old story of the Luna and the Starfish two years ago (so close, finally a bit of conversation to break the awkwardness of the situation), we shared each other’s interesting experiences on the voyage, and when I talked about the precise gunnery of Captain Hemmings, who had sent the Arab pirates fleeing, the lady’s face lit up with an unusual radiance (damn it, I remembered that voyeuristic experience), and yet, when it came to the Captain’s death and the series of tragic events that followed, the lady’s mood sank noticeably (she must have been remembering a fling with the Captain), and then the lady’s face fell silent. However, when it came to the death of the Captain and the series of tragic events that followed, the lady’s mood visibly sank (she must have been remembering an affair with the Captain).
I saw that Madame seemed to be in a bad mood, so I thought I would take this opportunity to say goodbye. At that moment, the lady said, “Raul, I’m lonely.” (Rowe? She always called me Mr. Rallis!) While my mind was busy trying to decipher the true meaning of the words, and before I could figure out how to respond, Madame stood up and walked towards me, and I stood up in a hurry.
Madam suddenly threw herself into my arms (so fast that I didn’t know how to react), her face was lying on my chest, and she kept sobbing in a low voice. I was momentarily flustered, not knowing whether I should pat her shoulder and comfort her not to be upset (although I had no idea what had happened), or whether I should remember the difference in status between each other and seriously reject this sudden rude behavior of hers.
Just as my mind went blank, Madame looked up with crystal tears in her eyes (she had such a helpless expression that one couldn’t help but want to hold in her arms and cherish her) and whispered, “Kiss me, Rolle, kiss me.”
In hindsight, I must have lost my mind at that time. Smelling the assaulting aroma of the lady’s body, looking at the lady’s slightly open delicate red lips, I couldn’t restrain the longing that instantly flared up in my body, I lowered my head and painfully kissed the two pieces of fragrant and tender lips, and I rudely and forcibly intruded into the lady’s mouth (no, I just responded to the lady’s silent invitation).
Both of our tongues intertwined fiercely, exchanging spit in each other’s mouths. It seemed that even her spit was sweet, and I greedily sucked on my lady’s saliva, lost in a dream as beautiful as the real thing.
We collapsed on the Persian-carpeted floor and couldn’t wait to undo the bonds on each other. Madame’s snow-white carcass, like a white sheep, caught my eye with its buoyant fullness, giving me a thrill I had never felt before. Unlike Jenny’s skinny body caused by malnutrition during her development, Madame possessed a proud talent, with full breasts, succulent plump buttocks, and firm yet slender legs, radiating a sexiness that men could not resist.
Rubbing the two soft protrusions, fingers teasing the two ripe cherries on top, opening my mouth to take them in, biting them with my teeth, licking them with my tongue, sucking them with my lips, tugging them with my fingers as well, toying with them in every way I could think of, the lady’s whole body trembled like she was having a fever, and guttural moans escaped from her throat in a hissing voice.
“Oh, Raul, you’re too good, I’m yours …… play with me as much as you want ……” I spread Madame’s legs, her body seemed to melt, and she kept on seething with arousal juices. I knelt between my legs and slid my tongue along my thighs to Madame’s secret place, licking and eating the female nectar. Madame’s thick pubic hairs scratched my mouth and nose, and every time I exhaled hot air on her secret place, it would cause her body to lurch.
“Ahhhh …… good man, you’re teasing me to death …… hmmmmm, come in quick, don’t make me rush anymore ……” The lady looked mesmerized at the proud hardness between my strands, her eyes shot with insatiable lust, and she spoke naked lewd words without regard for shame.
Echoing Madame’s invitation, I lifted her legs up to her shoulders and bent her body forward so that her private parts were completely on display. I held the rod, aimed at madam’s long ready wet flesh hole, but not directly inserted, but with the glans first in the outer edge of the friction of the blood-filled lips of lust, once gently inserted, but then immediately retreated, which immediately caused madam’s legs again kicked, the soft flesh on the abdomen shivered.
After teasing for a while, madam almost madly asked me to take possession of her quickly, and only then did I throw away all my tricks and drove straight in, without stopping after entering the deepest part of the body, immediately tarting up her flesh, violently crashing left and right in her body, without thinking of the mysterious oriental “nine shallow and one deep” tricks that I had heard about from Chinese merchants, punching to the bone without reserving any trace of strength. I didn’t think about the mysterious oriental style of “nine shallow and one deep” that I heard from the Chinese businessman.
Madame obsessed in my shoulders, back scratching and biting, under my fierce attack, no ability to fight, can only let me at the mercy of my original charming eyes slightly lost in the upward whiteness, the side of the mouth can not control the saliva in the reddish halo of the gorgeous face across the flow of intense pleasure centered on our joints, flowing in her whole body limbs, originally still able to speak the small mouth can not speak any more words. She could only let out unconscious soulful gasps and moans along with the bursts of impact.
Finally I exhausted myself and spilled my male essence inside my lady’s hot, wet body. We both hugged each other in a vain embrace, feeling the afterglow of our pleasures and exchanging each other’s body heat.
Madame gradually came back to me, kissing me on my forehead, cheeks, and lips, saying the most touching words of love, and praising me for making her horny and happy.
It was only then that I realized what I had done wrong, a junior businessman had even hooked up with the Governor’s wife, if he was found out, it would not be as simple as dismissal, in East India, the Governor is God, the life and death of all people are in his hands, just as simple as crushing an ant to death. But what puzzles me more is why the madam would come to me.
“No, Rolle, please don’t force me.” Madame refused to answer my doubts, but only after I pressed her repeatedly did she unfold her and the Governor’s unknown secret: Mr. Kuhn had been seriously wounded in an overseas campaign early in his life, and returned home to heal only to find that he’d lost his virility, and the disillusioned Mr. Kuhn had been fully devoted to his work ever since, leaving his young wife at home out in the cold. Mrs. Kuhn, unable to bear the loneliness and sexual desire of her bosom, began to hook up with other men.
Hearing this, my face changed, so I was just a plaything for her to get rid of her loneliness and lust. Madam saw this and quickly embraced my shoulders, tears flowed down from her eyes, she begged me not to be angry, and said that she felt very regretful about her former slutty life, which is why she came to East India, wanting to get rid of the unpleasant memories of the past. So why did she come back to me?
The lady stopped her tears and said shyly (blushing like a little girl) that I was the first man she had come to East India with.
She hates it here, hates the heat, hates the mosquitoes flying around, hates the sour and spicy food, hates the black natives everywhere (I tell her they are dark brown, African blacks are really black), hates the mercenary talk of the merchants everywhere, and hates the coarse shouts of the sailors everywhere.
Anyway, she hates everything about East India, but there’s a real gentleman here (I’m drifting) and she finds herself falling in love with the young businessman.
Even so, she added, she was of course still in love with Mr. Kuhn, as a wife to her husband. As for me, I was in love with me as a purely female person (actually, I don’t quite understand why she really meant that).
And what about Captain Hemmings? I couldn’t help but ask her (out of a man’s jealous nature) why, if she was truly repentant for her past indiscretions, had she gotten it on with the Captain on the ship again?
Madame flinched for a moment, then bowed her head like a schoolgirl caught cheating on the spot, first surprised that I knew about the incident (I confessed to her about the peeping tom), and then shamefully stating that she’d only wanted to take advantage of a brief moment of infidelity with Captain Himes as a final reminder of a complete cut-off from her past life.
(It is fortunate that the Captain died young. If Captain Hemmings hadn’t died, I doubt that the Lady would have been able to really keep her word, and I must admit that the Captain is the handsomest man I’ve ever seen.) We agreed on a code word to meet later, and made a date to meet again tomorrow night.
Madame reluctantly saw me off at the door of the governor’s house, and after kissing me goodbye again and again (Madame having dismissed so the servants), I stepped out into the moonlight to go home.
After that, Madame became my mistress (or I became her lover). I was amazed at the extent of Madame’s boldness and greed, except for the days when the Governor was out of town, when we spent almost the whole night together, and even when the Governor was in town, at the Governor’s House parties, she would always take advantage of other people’s inattention to pull me out onto an unoccupied balcony or into a closet, enjoying the thrill of a quick fling. Several times I was so close to being discovered that my heart almost leapt out of my mouth, but fortunately I was always able to get away with it by relying on my wife’s quick wits.
Though I always feared that sooner or later, the Governor coming back from a trip would run into his wife and a businessman lying completely naked in his bed, doing things he could never do again, and in his rage he would cut me to pieces.
But I couldn’t detach myself from this excitement (I lamented my weak willpower), I was addicted to Madame’s winking eyes and coveted her beautiful flesh, knowing that this momentary pleasure would only lead to a great disaster, but I was caught up in it and couldn’t extricate myself.
(I was able to rise quickly to the rank of High Commercial Clerk, and apart from excellent work performance, I have to wonder if it was not a case of Her Ladyship speaking for me over the Governor’s pillow, which is perhaps the only benefit of cheating on me with Her Ladyship, apart from the flesh.)
The Governor reassigned me to my post as Commercial Officer of the fleet for China. The Viceroy formed a fleet of eight ships, and reappointed Condé Réalis Reyerson as commander. The first object of the fleet was to take Macao, if possible, from the Portuguese, and to proceed to the Pescadores, or Penghu Islands, and there to do business with the Chinese in every way possible.
The Viceroy sent many letters, ordering all the merchant houses belonging to the Republic along the route to supply all the needs, and to allocate ships to join us in our operations, in order to accomplish the opening of the gates of commerce with China.
I have come into contact with thousands of Chinese businessmen over the past three years, and I feel deeply that the Chinese are a strange race, in whom I see all kinds of conflicting personalities, yet they seem to be well adjusted, which baffles me.
I am often invited by Chinese businessmen to their homes for dinner. I found that they attach great importance to the education of their young children. Chinese children must read a book called “The Four Books and Five Classics”, which is a record of the words and deeds of a man called Confucius, who lived 2,000 years ago, and the Chinese teach their children that they must imitate Confucius in everything he does in order to be able to become “gentlemen” (what we call gentlemen). “(what we call a gentleman).
Yet I have seen very little of the character of the “gentleman” in these Chinese merchants. Peppers mixed with sand, moldy tea leaves, porcelain on the top but rags on the bottom, after a few losses, I learned to be extra careful when dealing with Chinese merchants so as not to be deceived by their endless tricks.
Not only to us Dutch or other Europeans, they also to the same Chinese counterparts are full of trickery, spreading unfavorable rumors, secretly pulling the legs of others, each other, and so, every time so that I can take advantage of the situation to take advantage of, and hard to earn them a fortune.
They teach their children the importance of honesty and courtesy, but they are not honest and courteous at all, but when they get home, they put on their “dignified” (if I may show off my Chinese) faces and lecture their misbehaving children.
I was also amazed at how quickly they changed their attitudes towards different people. The Chinese despise the local natives, calling them “southern barbarians”, cheating and exploiting them for their labor, but when confronted by the local king, they grovel in front of him, begging for small favors.
When the earth kings were persuaded by their rhetoric and signed the obviously unfair contract, they immediately changed their faces again and cruelly mistreated the disobedient natives with a cruelty that I can’t even describe in words.
When doing business with us Europeans (I know they call us “rednecks” behind our backs), they bluff at once as if we were indispensable, but as soon as we take a firm stand, they immediately become low and begging; they are good at lying, but when they are exposed, they are not ashamed to talk about empty words.
Their hygienic habits were extremely poor, and although they always wore clean clothes on their bodies, they spat everywhere, which was very disgusting; their homes were always spotlessly cleaned by their servants, though when they went out of doors, they were piled up with garbage and filth.
This contradiction of races makes it impossible for me to believe that the Chinese I saw belonged to the same race as the “noble people” whom Marco Polo saw. But I have heard that China is a very large country, larger than France, the Holy Roman Empire, Prussia, and even England combined, and that their population is greater than that of all Europe. A race that can build such a huge country might have a different set of wisdom and knowledge than the Europeans (let’s call it that, I just can’t understand it).
After a month and a half of sailing, we arrived off Macau. We anchored out of range of the cannons on shore, inspected the crews, and had them do military maneuvers on board in preparation for the coming battle. We had a total of fifteen ships, including two British ships (uniting the secondary enemy against the primary enemy).
On the evening of the next day, the commander sent four ships under Macao (also containing the Victory, in which I was), about a cannon’s range from the coast, and fired five shells into the city.
That night, taking advantage of the moonless darkness, we took the dinghy ashore.
Early in the morning, just after dawn, we launched a surprise attack on Macau. The commanding officer ordered all the ship’s cannons and guns to fire a barrage at Macau, and Major Meehan led the attack with about 600 men (I stayed out of the fight and followed as an observer).
The Portuguese were building fortifications on the coast, and our men gallantly rushed towards the Portuguese positions and were strongly counter-attacked by the Portuguese. The Portuguese were assisted by some Japanese, and while the Portuguese soldiers fired at us from within their positions, the Japanese came at us waving their long swords and roaring like mad.
Unfortunately our powder keg was hit and caught fire, putting our powder supply in jeopardy, and we had no choice but to return to the small boat and row back to the big one.
We counted a total loss of one hundred and thirty men, and a considerable number were wounded, Major Meehan being the first to land, and was shot in the shoulder and cut in the abdomen by the Japanese, but fortunately, by the grace of God, there was no danger to his life.
Unable to successfully capture Macau, two British ships and four company ships left the fleet to return to the East Indies, while three others set sail for Japan, and the commander ordered the rest to turn and head for the Pescadores to seek trade with the Chinese.
We arrived at a small island in the archipelago, where we anchored (some Chinese fishing-boats fishing there fled at once on seeing us), but there was only a little fresh water there, and no fresh supply of provisions could be found to supply it, so it was necessary to detach three boats for Formosa, where the Chinese trade at a place called Dajian, and where we got much fresh food.
Ten days later we traveled to the coast of China, where many small Chinese ships came to trade with us. A group of Chinese pirates offered us cooperation, which was immediately rejected by the commander.
Those pirates whose ships hoisted the flag of the Republic on their own without authorization, but plundered their own countrymen, made us very angry, and once again saw the meanness of the Chinese.
I have heard that the leader of the pirates is a Chinese named Zheng, who has gathered many Japanese to plunder the coasts, and that the Chinese officials are not able to do anything at all, because many people have risen up against the rule of the Chinese emperor in the country, leaving them powerless to exterminate this group of pirates.
We returned again to the Pescadores, and joined the other ships that had come from Batavia. There we began to build forts and to set up trading houses, which we intended to use as a base for trading with the Chinese, and at the same time to plunder the Spanish and Portuguese ships.
Soon after, the Chinese government sent officials to discuss matters relating to trade, and promised to trade with us, but in the end did not fulfill any of their promises, and they only hoped to drive us away from Penghu by doing so.
The Commander received orders from the Governor’s Office and was so angry at China’s obstinacy and foolhardiness that he decided to force open the doors of trade with China by force. We sailed a total of five ships into a bay, first bombarded it with cannon, and then sent soldiers to land.
We captured many Chinese and sent them back to the ship to be sold to the slavers; the resistance of the Chinese was weak, and we captured a village and encamped there for the night.
The next day a captain led most of the soldiers on a sweep around the area, while I set out on my expedition with sixteen men.
The Chinese in the neighborhood had all fled long ago when they heard we had landed. The soldiers who accompanied us broke into unoccupied houses and ransacked their possessions. We passed through many unoccupied villages, and it seemed that the Chinese had traveled in a great hurry; scattered clothing and bundles were to be seen everywhere, and many domestic animals were running about on the roads.
We slaughtered a goat for lunch and drank some Chinese wine we found in the house. The Chinese wine was very hard to drink and tasted bitter and spicy, so I wondered if there was something wrong with the Chinese tongue.
After circling around a bamboo forest, we suddenly realized that there was a group of people gathered by the river. I counted them, there were more than thirty people in total, there were men and women, old and young, they were talking loudly about something, they didn’t notice us at all, and none of them had weapons in their hands, so if they attacked us, we could take care of them very simply.
The soldiers realized that there were young women among them and asked my permission to attack. Knowing that they had not touched a woman for a long time, and that they had not had a vacation for a long time since the failed attack on Macao and the transfer to the Pescadores Islands to build a city, and had accumulated a lot of stress, I granted them permission.
The soldiers began to shoot, killing some of the Chinese, while others ran about in terror, and the soldiers at once leaped out of the woods in pursuit of the women they had taken a fancy to. I, on the other hand, went to the river and found a large cage made of bamboo in which a man was laboriously trying to raise his head and breathe.
I quickly pulled up the bamboo cage and rescued the dying young woman. I remembered that I had heard the Chinese say that this was called a “piggy bank” (a strange Chinese name), and that it was used to punish unchaste women by putting them in a cage and drowning them in the river (a very cruel act).
I patted the woman’s back and dug my fingers into her mouth to make her vomit out the river water in her stomach. The woman weakly opened her eyes, and seemed to be very afraid to realize that the person who saved her was a “red-haired ghost”, and fainted again.
I took off my tunic, draped it over the woman and picked her up. The soldiers came back after giving vent to their lust (they were going to kill the women and I stopped them) and looked at the woman in my arms in amazement, I gave them a quirky smile and they immediately laughed knowingly, saying that I knew how to pick and that I had found such a beautiful woman. On the way back we caught a couple of sheep and pigs on the way and brought them back to the ship as supplies.
Our behavior finally elicited a reaction from Chinese officials, and shortly after returning to the Pescadores, the Chinese government notified its willingness to renegotiate with us, and the Commander sent a team to China to sign the contract, not realizing that the unfortunate news had come that our representatives had been poisoned by Chinese officials during a banquet, and that only three of the thirty-odd men who had landed had escaped.
Just when we were angry and wanted to retaliate, we found that China had mobilized more than a hundred ships and thousands of soldiers to surround Pescadores. We wanted to fight (because the Chinese weapons were very backward, but there were just a lot of people) but there were a lot of sick people and the commander weighed the situation and had to order to demolish the city and evacuate Pescadores, send the sick people to Formosa, and return to Batavia with the rest of the ships.
It was expected that our defeat would be severely punished by the Viceroy, but the Viceroy, who, because of his victory in the battle with the British on the island of Prolong, in which the British were completely expelled from the East Indies, and henceforth monopolized the business of spices and pepper, and whose great triumph had put him in a state of euphoria, heard our report, and, merely scolding us, threw us out of his office, and let us off the hook (what a close call!). .
Returning to the home I had left for a year, my son Jacob came to me with a wobbly step, and Jenny held a lovely baby girl in her arms, a daughter I had yet to meet, whom I kissed on the cheek and named Elisabeth. Jenny looked suspiciously at the strange yellow woman behind me.
I told Jenny that she was the woman I saved in China, her name was “Rongniang” (I taught Jenny for a long time before she learned how to pronounce this Chinese name), and she was my …… slave (I wanted to say “servant” originally). I originally wanted to say “servant”, but Rong Niang said I was her savior, her life belonged to me, no matter how much she did, she had no complaints, so it might be more appropriate to say “slave”).
When Rongniang was fifteen years old, she was sold into a big family as a concubine because of her family’s poverty. She once had two children, but both of them died tragically. A year ago, she was raped by a long-time laborer who suddenly came into the house. She dared not speak out, but she could only hold back, but the long-time laborer used this as blackmail and repeatedly raped her.
Three months ago, just as she was being humiliated again, the eldest woman in the family bumped into her, and the eldest worker fled on the spot, leaving her to be accused of misogyny, and although she denied it, no one believed her, and she was sentenced to “immersion in a pigsty”, but fortunately I found her in time to save her, and only then was she able to escape from death.
After listening to my explanation, the always sympathetic Jenny has long been crying tears, or Rongniang kept comforting her before she could stop. Although the two people do not speak the same language, but after some hand gestures, but also get along very well.
Having grown up in an orphanage, Jenny was very good at all kinds of household tasks, but was a klutz when it came to parenting, often accidentally causing Jacob to fall and bump his head at the same time, much to my distress.
Rongniang, having given birth to two children and having taken care of the children of other concubines (she was an unpopular concubine) in a large family, had a good understanding of childcare, so she was the “obvious” (her words) choice to be the baby-sitter for Jacob and Elisabeth (I don’t really believe in Chinese childcare, but I was relieved to see that Jacob and Elisabeth were growing up well). (I’m not a big believer in Chinese parenting, but seeing how well Jacob and Elizabeth are growing up, I’m relieved).
I came home from the Merchant’s Hall one evening, and as the whole house was silent except for a manservant who was tidying up the front yard, I went through the hall to my room, only to see Jenny asleep in bed with her arm around Jacob, and Elisabeth in her own crib, also sleeping very soundly.
I exited the room and heard someone talking in the backyard, and followed the direction of the voice. Rong Niang and a servant were packing up the clothes that were drying, when they saw me coming, the two of them hurriedly greeted me, I nodded to them, signaling them to continue and not to care about me.
The servant carried the clothes into the house, while Rongniang carried a bucket to fetch water from the well.
Rong Niang bent over and pulled up the bucket from the well. Seeing her face reddened, her arms made every effort to interact with each other to pull it upwards, and her entire waist swung up. Watching this scene, I suddenly felt a burst of desire, although Rong Niang was wearing a loose long skirt, but with the stooping posture, her rounded buttocks bucked backward, twisting and twisting, with indescribable sexiness, on her slightly dark cheeks with a few freckles, there was a peachy red color of blood, and a bead of sweat from hard work was left behind from her forehead, which illustrated that she was a young woman full of vitality.
I gulped and walked softly behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind.
Rong Niang yelped in surprise, first struggling in panic, no longer resisting when she turned around to see that the person behind her was me, just looking at me with her eyes wide open, breathing heavily, and in shame and embarrassment. I smiled faintly at her, lowered my head and took a deep breath on the back of her neck, kissing her slender shoulders. Rong Niang’s body trembled, her whole body’s strength felt like it had been drained, her limbs hung down loosely and feebly, and she mumbled under her breath, “No, sir …… I ……”
I sealed her words with my lips and pushed her back against a tree, my hands slipped under her dress and rubbed her pointed breasts through her bellybuttons (Chinese undergarments, very delicate gadgets).
Rongniang’s face was flushed red, shaking her small head, not knowing how to respond to my sudden attack, several times wanting to push me away but not daring to do so, the memories of the past rapes resurfaced, only now the one who intended to “rape” her was not that ugly and vulgar long-time laborer, but her savior, the master who treats her like his own.
My hands tenderly flowed over Rong Niang’s body, soothing her painful memories. She no longer shivered in terror, but meekly wriggled in my arms, the two of us pressed together face to face, and I felt her body temperature gradually rise, her breath containing a tantalizing aroma of her female body. The long skirt slipped down around her feet, my hand lifted one of her legs and racked it to her chest, her secret place was thoroughly exposed, the moorings of nectar had long since moistened her strands and dripped down her smooth thighs.
She closed her eyes and didn’t dare to look at me, her eyebrows knit up, her nose flared slightly with her breathing, her shell teeth biting her lower lip, her appearance was endearing, I crouched down slightly, and then quickly stood up again, my rod penetrated into her petite body from the bottom up. Rong Niang sucked in a breath, silently opened her mouth and whimpered, a tear leaked out of the corner of her eye, I stuck out my tongue to lick away the teardrops, and my hips began to push up.
Rong Niang moaned in a low voice, the outdoor intercourse that she had never had before made her feel ashamed, but the excitement was also unprecedented, she gradually lost herself in the pleasure, and one of her feet that was originally standing on the ground did not feel like hooking onto my thighs, and her whole body was hanging on my body.
My rod was very painfully clamped by Rong Niang’s tight meat hole, and the hot nectar kept spilling onto my glans, making me cry out in delight, and I increased my force and speed even more, galloping through Rong Niang’s body.
“Ah!” There was a whimper from behind me, and I turned my head to see Jenny covering her mouth, her cheeks red, and staring at us with wide eyes.
“Come here!” I said, calling to Jenny, who had turned to leave.
“I heard you were back …… I… I didn’t know you …… I ……” Jenny stammered and Timidly, she walked to my side, her eyes not knowing where to look. Rong Niang opened her mouth to say something, but did not know how to explain. I withdrew my rod, placed Rong Niang on the floor, and grabbed Jenny, who instantly struggled. Don’t, she whispered her refusal. I ignored her refusal and forced her to look up at me, making her realize that I was the master of the house. She gave in and allowed me to remove her clothes, revealing her thin body.
Jenny shyly covered her chest and lower body. Already a mother of two, her body was still as slender as a girl’s, but although it wasn’t plump and fleshy, there was an impulse that made you want to take it into your arms and pamper it.
Jenny’s body is very sensitive, any light touch will cause her to go into a frenzy, and it is also true that she has little need for sex (even a little repulsed by it, she finds her body lewd, and the pious one believes that lewdness is a satanic trap), and the two births have weakened her body, which was already in not so good condition, and I haven’t touched her for a while now.
But after a few months of Rong Niang’s conditioning down the road, her health had improved, her face was quite rosy, and her thin body had grown some meat, and she was beginning to take on the flavor of a mature woman.
Though very quickly Jenny’s fleshy hole was wet, just like the first night, Jenny was still so nervous, her body stiff as a log, and I couldn’t help but feel annoyed at Jenny for this deep-seated, twisted religious mindset that those damned old nuns at the orphanage had indoctrinated the kids with (what with all the sex-is-a-sin bullshit).
I lowered her to the clothes-covered floor and forced her legs apart slightly roughly, Jenny was even more pale and even cold sweat broke out on her forehead, but my desire was like a volcano about to erupt, nothing could stop me from possessing my wife’s body.
Suddenly Rong Niang wrapped her arms around me, she pointed at Jenny and shook her head at me before kneeling beside her, her body crouching down onto Jenny’s and opening her mouth to take a nipple on one side, while nimbly rubbing the other side with her thin fingers.
I looked at Rong Niang’s sudden move with surprise, only to see that under her touching and teasing, Jenny began to gradually relax, like ice melting under the sun’s rays, Jenny’s originally tightly closed mouth began to spit out a low, faint moan of impatience, and her originally stiff body began to react, as Rong Niang’s fingers went wherever they went, her body parts just shuddered.
I was surprised by the magic that Rong Niang had put on Jenny’s body, Jenny tried to stop Rong Niang several times, but as soon as Rong Niang exerted a little bit of force on a certain part of her body, Jenny immediately let out a cry of pleasure, her body was turned upside down, and she could only drop her hand halfway down, letting Rong Niang manipulate her without any room for resistance.
After a while, I noticed that Jenny’s eyes had a daze in them that she had never seen before, her cheeks were flushed as if they were dripping blood, and her body was squirming as if there were worms crawling, at that moment Rong Niang nodded to me, and without having to say a word I could understand what she meant, and I instantly aimed my rod at my target and plunged it into Jenny with a single thrust.
I was surprised that Jenny, who had completely let go of her mind and body, was so devoted and wild, as if she was a different person. Jenny’s thin arms exerted all their strength to hold my shoulders tightly, her nails pinched into my flesh, and her legs were wrapped around my waist, hooking inward with incessant force as if they were trying to squeeze my whole body into her.
I certainly did not disappoint Jenny’s “good intentions”, like a young man who had just tasted the taste of forbidden fruit, completely without any skills or tricks, letting the instinct of desire dictate me, and attacked fiercely, penetrating Jenny’s flesh again and again.
This, coupled with the fact that Rong Niang, from time to time, sometimes tongue licked, sometimes finger rubbed, sometimes palm rubbed and fanned the flames at our two intersections when I took a short break to catch my breath, completely swept Jenny and I into the flames of carnal desire.
Since then, Jenny and I, together with Rongniang, have been living a triple life (a very apt description of a Chinese poem). In the midst of Jenny’s penitent prayers to God, Rongniang and I pushed her down to the hell of sluttiness again and again, enjoying the sweet taste of sex.
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That’s the end of my story.
On the voyage home, I recalled my experiences over the past twenty years, and every event was as vivid as if it had happened only yesterday.
As the power of the Republic expanded, I traveled almost the whole of East India, and I dare not boast of having made the sacred glory of the Republic, but I did participate in it.
Jenny, my wife, was called by God after a fever five years ago, and Rong Niang became the de facto mistress of my house.
Jacob and Elizabeth grew up well, and Jacob, following in my footsteps, also joined the company, and is now stationed at Formosa, and is the merchant-general of the city of Jelanchor, and is deeply valued by the governor of Formosa; and as for the beautiful Elizabeth, she married a young lieutenant seven years ago, and is now a noble colonel’s wife of miles.
The captain informed me that I could already see the land of the Republic. I put down the pen in my hand, held the hand of Rong Niang, who had been my companion for many years, and sauntered out onto the deck.
Feeling the sea breeze, listening to the seagulls chirping, the sailor’s voice is still the same rough, the smell of the sea is still the same fresh. My hometown, my longing hometown, your wandering son has finally returned.
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