Jack and Anne had gone back to the fort, leaving Charles and Abigail alone in the room. The brothel around them was getting livelier the later the hour grew. Drinks were flowing freely downstairs and some had picked up instruments. All the noise could still not drown out the moans coming from the rooms around them though.

Abigail hated to admit it but she was overwhelmed. She had been able to adjust to life on the ship relatively easily but that had been a contained environment. Now though, all bets were off. Jack's status report had only helped to highlight it. Frustrated with herself, she stood up and made her way onto the balcony. The night time air was cool and smelled of the sea. It helped to calm her down a bit but her gaze was drawn to the traffic in the streets. It was as busy as London during day time. People moving from here to there, shouting at each other, talking to each other. Just then a fight broke out, men drunkenly throwing punches at each other. It was broken up quickly by their respective crew mates but Abigail felt her control slipping away from her. What the fucking hell had she been thinking? She could not help but give a mirthless laugh at her thoughts.

Charles had grown concerned when she had stepped out on the balcony. She clearly needed some space but she still had not come back inside by the time he had finished his drink. Before he could go and ask her, there was a small knock on the door and a voice said, "We are ready for your bath now." He quickly let the men that were carrying the heavy wooden bath tub in and soon there was a steady stream of people emptying buckets of warm water into the tub. He went out to get her as soon as the tub had been filled. He did not mind a bit of dirt but after weeks of being out at sea a hot bath would do them both good.

She did not realize how cold she had gotten until Charles came to stand behind her. After all she was just wearing some thin shirt and trousers. She had not worn shoes since that fateful day in Charles Town. She could feel the heat radiating of him. She was startled out of her thoughts by his gruff voice, "Are you alright?" The concern in his voice evident. She turned around and gave him a small, sad smile, "It's all a bit much right now, I have to admit."

Gently he took her hand and lead her back inside, making sure to close the doors to the outside. It really was uncommonly cold for Nassau today. He pointed over to the steaming tub and said, "I thought we both could use it. You go first. There are some towels over there and I had them bring a spare shift for you."

She smiled at him gratefully. This was exactly what she needed. Once upon a time, when she had lived in London, her weekly baths had been something she looked forward to and this would help her relax. She stepped up to the tub and felt the temperature. It was hot, almost too hot to bear. She hesitated briefly before undressing. She was acutely aware that Charles was still in the room, watching her even but she could no longer resist the temptation of the hot water. She winced when she stepped into the tub. The hot water almost scalding on her cold feet. Slowly, she sank into the water. Once seated, her eyes closed and head leaning back against the tub, a quiet sigh escaped her lips. The heat of the water making her feel better immediately.

It felt unfair to leave him with lukewarm water Abigail thought, and sharing the tub might be nice though probably not very relaxing in the end. The words, "Join me" left her mouth before too long. She still had her eyes closed. She dared not to look at him. Her cheeks already felt red hot, whether it was from the heat or from her forwardness she did not know. She did however hear him remove his clothes. The boots went first, hitting the ground with heavy thuds. Then the shirt, unceremoniously dropped to the ground next to the boots. The fire in her belly began burning again when she heard him unfasten his trousers.

He came to stand next to the tub. She still had not moved from her position. She looked delectable in Charles's eyes. The water line reached barely to her nipples. Droplets of sweat running down the valley between her breasts, revealing the skin underneath the dirt. "Are you going to let me in?" His voice sounded hoarse to his ears but she scooted forward nonetheless. The water was scalding when he stepped into the tub but it was her that was making his body flush.

He finally settled down. The tub almost too small for the both of them and he was sure they had spilled plenty of water on the floor but he did not care. All that mattered was the feel of her against his body. She had come to rest on the top of his thighs, leaning back against his chest. His cock, rock hard, trapped between them and his arms wrapped around her middle.

Abigail could feel him, right there at the small of her back. His arms had come to rest around her, cradling her to him. The heat was making her skin extra sensitive and she could feel him everywhere. She could feel her nipples perk. Involuntarily she slightly arched her back, exposing her breasts to the cool air. Her nipples now hardening even more because of the cold. Charles grip on her tightened slightly but she could not stop moving. Her lower body was throbbing with desire and the only one who could sate it, was he.

With a groan, Charles released the hold on her body. Instead, he captured her breasts with his hands. They fit perfectly. Lazily he started playing with them. As always, he was amazed by his ability to drive her to the edge so easily. Even more amazing was that she let him. She had been embarrassed after the first few times. The stern words of mothers, governesses and priests echoing in her thoughts. But she had grown comfortable enough to let him see her, touch her. And he gladly obliged, driving her over the edge time and time again.

He had kept up his ministrations during his musings and he could tell that Abigail was close. Her head was resting on his shoulder. Eyes closed. Moans escaping her mouth. Her hips were bucking in the water, causing it to spill over the edge. He lifted his legs, raising her out of the water. Her legs immediately fell open, ready for his touch. He slowly moved one of his hands down, drawing lazy circle on her skin. Her hands were gripping the edges hard and once his hand finally reached its destination between her legs, she let out a deep moan. He decided that he had made her wait long enough and immediately got to work, rubbing her with his index finger, applying soft pressure. Within seconds she came apart.

Abigail's senses slowly returned to her as if she were returning from some other plane of existence. This was nothing like what she had heard the other women talk about. Their advice was just to lie there and wait for it to be over. To think, that she could have missed out on these feelings saddened her.

But now that she was fully aware of her surroundings again, she could not ignore the man that was sharing her tub. Her body pressing into his. His hard cock still begging for her attention. She had not yet returned the favours that Charles had been giving her, but to think that she could make him fall apart just like he did to her empowered her.

She opened her eyes and turned her head. Her lips were immediately met by his. He was ravaging her mouth and she gladly let him. She managed to twist her body around the tub. Now awkwardly lying on top of him but neither of them cared. She finally managed to withdraw from him. Mouths reddened, lips swollen. Both breathing heavily. She lifted her upper body and looked at him sprawled before her. He was looking at her through hooded eyes. He looked magnificent. His long hair unruly and messy. Apparently, he had taken out the leather cord that normally tied it back. His body sun-tanned and all hard muscle. She involuntarily licked her lips when looking at him. He was so different from the men she had encountered back in London. Wild almost. She slowly let her eyes wander down along his body until they reached his cock. It was standing proud and somehow it was supposed to fit inside her. Her insides clenching at the thought, with delight and apprehension but not, yet. She was not ready but he deserved some pleasure as well.

Maybe, she thought, she could do what he had been doing using her own hands. Tentatively she reached out with one hand and wrapped it around him. It was hard, warm and like nothing she had touched before. She did not know what to do. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment or maybe it was that she had too much to drink earlier but her inhibitions seemed to have disappeared into thin air. She leaned forward and whispered into his ear, "Show me." Charles groaned at her words and wrapped his hand around hers. He quickly began stroking himself. He was so close already. His head tilted back against the tub, eyes closed. It did not take long for him to come. Finally feeling her hand on his cock pushing him over the edge fast.

Once he had regained his sense, he grabbed her immediately and pulled her towards him. He held her against his chest for a long time, the water around them slowly cooling. Abigail finally disturbed the silence that had settled around the room. She groggily lifted her head and gave him a small smile, "We should probably get clean before the water turns cold." She was right even if he was loathed to admit it. The water had indeed already cooled quite a lot so they both hurriedly cleaned each other.

Before long, both had stepped out of the tub. The water had turned grey from their combined grime. By now it was late and the noises around them had quieted down somewhat. Apparently even Nassau's pirates needed their sleep. They snuffed out the few candles that were illuminating their room and crawled into bed.

Abigail had briefly thought about putting on the shift that Charles had procured but when she came to lie next to his naked body she was glad she had not done so.