Lady Feathers
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Captain Jack sat in his cabin drinking a tankard of ale and reading the map to see where he would head his ship. Lost in concentration, he didn't hear the commotion on deck. Only after the loud rap on his cabin door, did he stop looking at the map. "ENTER!" he shouted. The door opened and Midshipman Crum walked in. "Sir.. there is a ship from the Royal Navy along side us. They want to board to see you." This was Midshipman Crum's first sea voyage and he was unsure of what to do. The Officers had sent him so they could remain on deck in case this was a trap.
Captain Jack stood up and put his jacket on and followed the boy up to the deck. He walked over to where his officers were and looked out at the night's sea. "What do they want?" he asked Gimble, his first officer. "They say they want to board to talk to you." Captain Jack rubbed his stubbed chin. "Mmm... Let them board, but have me ticklers ready if they want to attack." Gimble nodded and shouted through the bull horn for the men to come aboard.
The three officers from the Royal Navy came aboard and followed Captain Jack to his quarters. They looked around, a bit started as they were immediately confronted with a wall full of brightly colored feathers. The young officer, Wilhelm sat down nervously. Captain Jack smiled as he recognized Wilhelm's nervousness.
"So.. Why have you come to my ship?" Jack asked. Wilhelm sat up and looked Jack in the eye. "We've heard that you are willing to try daring rescues." Jack looked at Wilhelm with interest. "And who needs rescuin'?" he asked.
Wilhelm continued. "Our king, King Anselm has been captured by a fellow pirate of yours. He is torturing him by a most devilish means." Wilhelm shifted nervously in his chair. Jack smiled broadly as he realized who the pirate was and by what means he was torturing King Anselm.
"You must mean Captain Blackfeather. He's mean ole devil. He takes you and he tickles you till you tell him what he wants to know. Then when he's done torturing you, he has his tickler tickle you nearly to death.. every day until he loses interest in you. How ticklish is your king?" Wilhelm spoke with a quiver to his voice. "He's intensely ti.ti.tick.." "what's that matter? Can't say ticklish?" Jack teased. Wilhelm smiled weakly then said quietly "..ticklish."
Jack got up and walked behind Wilhelm's chair. Then he put his fingers on either side of Wilhelm's ribcage. Wilhelm got very nervous. "And what do you expect me to do?" As he spoke, he punctuated each word wiht a poke to Wilhelm's ribs, making him slide down in his chair and giggle girlishly. "How do I know this isn't a trap?" he said sternly.
One of the other officers who boarded with Wilhelm answered,"It's not a trap. Anselm is horribly ticklish and doesn't know any of the information Blackfeather is tickling him for." Captain Jack sat back down and rocked his chair back, then set it down loudly. "Who does know what Blackfeather wants to know?"
Wilhelm shifted nervously in his chair, then spoke quietly. "It's a ploy to capture Blackfeather and bring him to justice. King Anselm wasn't supposed to be captured. I was supposed to be captured, but was caught off guard. Blackfeather's men kidnapped Anselm while he was leaving the ship. We need to get our king back before Blackfeather's torturing drives him mad." Wilhelm dropped his head in shame as he spoke.
Captain Jack rocked back and forth in his chair again, thinking about what to do. "What's in it for me and my crew? We will be taking a big risk getting your king back for you." Wilhelm took out a document signed by the queen. "This is an agreement that if you help us bring Anselm home safely, you and your crew with have free access to all our trade routes. You and each of your men will get gold doubloons that will make you all rich beyond your dreams."
Captain Jack smiled. "That's quite a promise to keep. I accept, but there is one other matter...." Wilhelm looked around and pointed to the document. "It this not enough?" he replied with a defiant tone. "Oh it's enough to keep me and my crew quite comfortable for a while, but what I speak of had to do with you." Jack answered.
"With me? I am only the king's emissary. What can you possibly want with me?" Wilhelm asked. Captain Jack laughed. "It's got to do with your .. sensitivities... your ticklishness! You allowed your king to be kidnapped. That calls for consequences... In your case.. tickling consequences."
Jack called his first office and told him to assemble the crew on deck for punishment. Then Jack told Wilhelm,"It's a dishonorable man who allows his king to be captured. So I sentence you to one hour of tickle punishment. HIckum! Take him up and strip him and tie him to the tickler board."
Hickum grabbed a struggling Wilhelm and dragged him up on deck. He laughed as he stripped Wilhelm and tied him on the Tickler board. "Now we'll see how ticklish you are!!!" Wilhelm shivered in the cold morning air. He was quite the ticklish fellow, but this was more than he could stand. He had heard of the punishments at sea. He had heard of how even the toughest sailor crumbled under tickle punishment.It was said that they turn into giggling school boys, begging for mercy while their body is tickled.
Captain Jack brought Master Hung up from below. He had met him on his last trip to Cathay. Hung was an excellent tickler,having tickled Jack on many occasions. Wilhelm saw the long , pointed nails on Hung and cringed. "Please.. Please don't.. I am so ... Please don't!!!!" Wilhelm pleased. Master Hung began raking his nails up and down Wilhelm's ribs then centered his nails in the hollows of Wilhelm's armpits; sending him into immediate hysterics.
Master Hung smiled as he worked his nails inside Wilhelm's armpits, tickling him through his lush hair. Wilhelm struggled franticly to get away from Hung's nails, but the more he struggled, the more Hung kept ticklig him, now tickling his ribs, one by one. Captain Jack smiled as he watched the punishment, his skin tingling, his nerve endings becoming more ticklish. Catain Jack knew he wouldbe neednig Madter hung's touch.
The hour seemed to drag on as Master Hung ran his nails over Wil;hem's soles andunder each toe, drivinh him mad with laughter. Finnally time was called and Master Hung stopped. Wilhem's sweaty chest heaved up and down, as he gasped for air between giggles. As the deck hand cut him down, Captain Jack stood over him and said. "We'll go after your King."
Captain Jack stood up and put his jacket on and followed the boy up to the deck. He walked over to where his officers were and looked out at the night's sea. "What do they want?" he asked Gimble, his first officer. "They say they want to board to talk to you." Captain Jack rubbed his stubbed chin. "Mmm... Let them board, but have me ticklers ready if they want to attack." Gimble nodded and shouted through the bull horn for the men to come aboard.
The three officers from the Royal Navy came aboard and followed Captain Jack to his quarters. They looked around, a bit started as they were immediately confronted with a wall full of brightly colored feathers. The young officer, Wilhelm sat down nervously. Captain Jack smiled as he recognized Wilhelm's nervousness.
"So.. Why have you come to my ship?" Jack asked. Wilhelm sat up and looked Jack in the eye. "We've heard that you are willing to try daring rescues." Jack looked at Wilhelm with interest. "And who needs rescuin'?" he asked.
Wilhelm continued. "Our king, King Anselm has been captured by a fellow pirate of yours. He is torturing him by a most devilish means." Wilhelm shifted nervously in his chair. Jack smiled broadly as he realized who the pirate was and by what means he was torturing King Anselm.
"You must mean Captain Blackfeather. He's mean ole devil. He takes you and he tickles you till you tell him what he wants to know. Then when he's done torturing you, he has his tickler tickle you nearly to death.. every day until he loses interest in you. How ticklish is your king?" Wilhelm spoke with a quiver to his voice. "He's intensely ti.ti.tick.." "what's that matter? Can't say ticklish?" Jack teased. Wilhelm smiled weakly then said quietly "..ticklish."
Jack got up and walked behind Wilhelm's chair. Then he put his fingers on either side of Wilhelm's ribcage. Wilhelm got very nervous. "And what do you expect me to do?" As he spoke, he punctuated each word wiht a poke to Wilhelm's ribs, making him slide down in his chair and giggle girlishly. "How do I know this isn't a trap?" he said sternly.
One of the other officers who boarded with Wilhelm answered,"It's not a trap. Anselm is horribly ticklish and doesn't know any of the information Blackfeather is tickling him for." Captain Jack sat back down and rocked his chair back, then set it down loudly. "Who does know what Blackfeather wants to know?"
Wilhelm shifted nervously in his chair, then spoke quietly. "It's a ploy to capture Blackfeather and bring him to justice. King Anselm wasn't supposed to be captured. I was supposed to be captured, but was caught off guard. Blackfeather's men kidnapped Anselm while he was leaving the ship. We need to get our king back before Blackfeather's torturing drives him mad." Wilhelm dropped his head in shame as he spoke.
Captain Jack rocked back and forth in his chair again, thinking about what to do. "What's in it for me and my crew? We will be taking a big risk getting your king back for you." Wilhelm took out a document signed by the queen. "This is an agreement that if you help us bring Anselm home safely, you and your crew with have free access to all our trade routes. You and each of your men will get gold doubloons that will make you all rich beyond your dreams."
Captain Jack smiled. "That's quite a promise to keep. I accept, but there is one other matter...." Wilhelm looked around and pointed to the document. "It this not enough?" he replied with a defiant tone. "Oh it's enough to keep me and my crew quite comfortable for a while, but what I speak of had to do with you." Jack answered.
"With me? I am only the king's emissary. What can you possibly want with me?" Wilhelm asked. Captain Jack laughed. "It's got to do with your .. sensitivities... your ticklishness! You allowed your king to be kidnapped. That calls for consequences... In your case.. tickling consequences."
Jack called his first office and told him to assemble the crew on deck for punishment. Then Jack told Wilhelm,"It's a dishonorable man who allows his king to be captured. So I sentence you to one hour of tickle punishment. HIckum! Take him up and strip him and tie him to the tickler board."
Hickum grabbed a struggling Wilhelm and dragged him up on deck. He laughed as he stripped Wilhelm and tied him on the Tickler board. "Now we'll see how ticklish you are!!!" Wilhelm shivered in the cold morning air. He was quite the ticklish fellow, but this was more than he could stand. He had heard of the punishments at sea. He had heard of how even the toughest sailor crumbled under tickle punishment.It was said that they turn into giggling school boys, begging for mercy while their body is tickled.
Captain Jack brought Master Hung up from below. He had met him on his last trip to Cathay. Hung was an excellent tickler,having tickled Jack on many occasions. Wilhelm saw the long , pointed nails on Hung and cringed. "Please.. Please don't.. I am so ... Please don't!!!!" Wilhelm pleased. Master Hung began raking his nails up and down Wilhelm's ribs then centered his nails in the hollows of Wilhelm's armpits; sending him into immediate hysterics.
Master Hung smiled as he worked his nails inside Wilhelm's armpits, tickling him through his lush hair. Wilhelm struggled franticly to get away from Hung's nails, but the more he struggled, the more Hung kept ticklig him, now tickling his ribs, one by one. Captain Jack smiled as he watched the punishment, his skin tingling, his nerve endings becoming more ticklish. Catain Jack knew he wouldbe neednig Madter hung's touch.
The hour seemed to drag on as Master Hung ran his nails over Wil;hem's soles andunder each toe, drivinh him mad with laughter. Finnally time was called and Master Hung stopped. Wilhem's sweaty chest heaved up and down, as he gasped for air between giggles. As the deck hand cut him down, Captain Jack stood over him and said. "We'll go after your King."
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