[Flashback] The Rare Art of Rascalty

[Onyx Maelstrom]

Flashback: Port of Alvadas; Spring of the 35th, 503 Thread Open to: Moonstone Maelstrom and Topaz Maelstrom Onyx laid in bed watching the small particles of dust flickering in the sunlight slowly floating down to the bare hip of the woman next to him. The sun had crested its peak and now the light was shining through the balcony door upon the bare skin of the married woman he had just had sex with. For a moment he focused on that bare skin allowing his fingertip to lightly brush the small fluff of hair. It felt like silk to his finger tips, and as the cool salt breeze drifting from the port he was pushed back to that long day two summers ago… Eissa was the Svefra’s name, she had hair spun of black coal and softer than any surfs spray. Onyx was eighteen and Eissa was but a bare sixteen as they ran naked on the island’s beach. For the summer Onyx had spent countless weeks at sea meeting her on this small isle. Upon see each other they would tear off their clothes and chase one another, ending in a lovers embrace. It never mattered the time they spent away from each other because in a week or two they would set sail for the isle once again. Onyx remembered holding her tan body close to his and kissing the freckles about her neck, shoulders, and bosom. For one day, they spent making love on the beach, telling each other their dreams and fears. Onyx had given Eissa everything, he had given her his complete trust and things had even seemed better in his pod for it. Onyx had worked harder that season then any before, making sure Malachite and Lia Turquoise had no complaints. In fact, they both seemed please of late and had given Onyx more time to himself. Before he had set sail to meet Eissa he had told the twins his secret, that he was in love with a Sverfra from another pod, and that he was thinking of leaving the Maelstroms pod. In was all because of Eissa, at times they had spoken about giving up the life of the Svefra and making a small hut on the beach. It was that fateful day that Onyx stepped off the boat onto the beach to see Eissa set down as well. She seemed to sparkle in the morning light and as she took off her shirt Onyx saw her swelling belly. It seemed to be only a small roundness to it, but Onyx knew that she was pregnant. That day they spent making love, as he declared himself hers. He remembered her face gasping in pleasure as the waves washed up besides her and he spoke of love. It was the happiest day in his life, even as the grit of the sand squished between his toes and ass as she rolled him over on his back. “Eissa,” Onyx whispered as the woman turned over in bed. The wanton wench was nothing like the girl that Onyx had been remembering just a moment ago. Her skin was pale from clothes and staying indoors. Her mouth was thin and painted, her hair was a curly dirt brown, and she had ugly green eyes! All she had been was a moment of distraction from the pain that Onyx felt. Sometimes the Sea was a cruel master, he gave you everything you needed to survive but one fateful night he stole everything you cared about. Breaking the waves into this woman was just a way to forget Eissa… or remember her and the child she carried. “Up for another round?!” She spoke with a land lubbers tongue. Though Onyx smiled, his mind wanted to retch in disgust. The touch he craved and wanted was from his lost love, and Laviku had claimed her. He rolled out of bed by pushing his legs up and letting them fall to the right. He felt muscles and heard the sound of his manhood flap onto his belly as he rolled. His feet handed on the ground and he stood up from the bed, like he had rolled out of the hammock on his ship. He looked down upon the wanton wench and for a moment his body began to straighten thinking about another go with the woman. Yet, as he looked down at her trying to use her womanly charms to lure him in, he heard the door to the antechamber close. Her eyes widen and she sprung up from her bed looking at Onyx. “It’s my husband! Quick hide!” Instead of diving for under the bed, he quickly grabbed his cutlass and boots. Tugging on one of his boots while hopping on one foot he looked over to her. “Stupid wench! The room smells like a fishery, even your husband can’t be that daft!” Looking down she quickly reached for a robe and tried to bar the door as Onyx tugged on the other boot. The door thudded as the woman husband tried to enter. Onyx looked around and realized there was no more time, he tossed his scabbard belt over his shoulder and grabbed the heavy satin curtain. With a strength born of desperation and slightly idiocy he leaped from the balcony bare ass naked except for boots and his sword belt cling around his shoulders. For a moment the salt air sailed about Onyx as the curtain became taut and Onyx felt his shoulders pull tight to keep his weight from falling down onto the gravel path. The curtain twisted carrying his weight back to the stone wall of the house. Onyx heard the door to the bedroom crash open as a royal shouting match began from the bed chamber. Onyx’s luck held as his feet were able to plant firmly against the stucco walls, there was a soft crunch that wasn’t overheard from the bedroom as Onyx weight came crashing into the wall and the stucco yield slightly to it. With sure hands, born of thousands of days on a ships rigging Onyx began to scale down the curtain to a safe distance to jump to the ground. With each footstep Onyx couldn’t believe the luck he was having! As the he neared the end of the curtains satin fabric he readied himself to jump. One, Two, Thre….. Ripppppppp! No more could the fabric support Onyx weight and he fell to the gravel below. Though it was no more ten or so feet, the sharp rock pebbled his naked body. For a moment Onyx stared dazed up at the sky and then he realized that the shouting had stopped… Quickly Onyx rose to his feet and as he did he realized that he was looking into the open awing of the house. There were several well dressed women with finery, Onyx vaguely remembered that the woman could only spend the morning in bed with him because she was expecting some kind of ladies social group. He took a bow to the women, and as he raised his head he looked at one of the older ones, and grabbed his manhood to shake it at her. As the older one fainted, Onyx looked back up to see a man faces so red that if he peeled off his skin it would have matched the curtains. Onyx decided that he had enough fun, and began running like the wind to the clothes lines in the back yard. He felt the gravel and dirt began to spring off his back as he ran, and for a moment he began to laugh. He had done it! Once again, Onyx Maelstrom had laid with woman of great reputation and survived. Stupid land lubbers! Bed sheets and bedclothes whipped by as Onyx ran through the clothes lines. As the wind air blew up he saw the small stone wall that enclosed the house. Onyx put another burst of speed through the last nightgowns into a small pooling area. Naked maids washing clothes stood up in surprise as a man… a naked man with nothing more then boots and a sword came rushing out of the clothes line. One screamed as she saw him another grabbed the linens that she was washing to cover herself. Onyx merely ran past them and jumped up on the stone wall. Looking back he saw one of the maids looking at his butt, for a moment he couldn’t resist and shook it at her. “Ladies, I am afraid that I am in a hurry, perhaps next time I am in port you wouldn’t mind a tumble or two!” and with that Onyx began scaling the wall. As he reached the top he looked over the yard to see the master of the house running towards him saying words. Onyx laughed, he had just given his wife a good morning in bed and probably made the man look like a boy playing at being a man. Onyx swung his leg and jumped off the wall. Onyx landed on all four legs just like any self respecting lion would. After all, he was escaping his captives and heading back to the savanna of his birth. No that was wrong, he had always remembered the sea air… Oh the savanna had been close to the beach. He looked around and saw stupid two legged animals walking about in a stone valley. He roared, after all he had been alpha of his pride! His roar was that of warning for he would tear the throat of the stupid animals if they didn’t move. He felt strange things about his hind feet and wrapped around his body. Onyx moved his head and saw some kind of dead animal skin of his hind feet. Quickly, Onyx moved his feet up and down to rid himself of the soft skin. Then he tried to attack the stupid metal tails wrapped around him. Onyx’s teeth sunk into the skin chewing it as some men in metal began to surround him. Onyx took the time to roar at the damn foolish animals. He didn’t like the metal tail about him, but he wouldn’t stand for male animals invading his space. Slowly, he began to circle back and forth looking at the stupid animals, he would kill them to be free of this place. He had to get back to his pride and breed with the lioness’. Another stupid male animal came up and spoke, “Halt, the lion escaped his cell… please give me a moment to get him back.” When had Onyx learned the stupid animals tongue? He didn’t remember, all he remembered was that he didn’t like this male animal. Onyx leaped at the animal, as he felt pain cascaded all over his body. Onyx screamed in pain and anger. He wanted vengeance! He wanted satisfaction! He wanted the males blood dripping down his mouth into his belly! Yet all he could do was twitch on the stone ground in pain. Screaming at the animals that he was king of his pride and they should he would kill them all! The pain finally began to ignite a black ring around his vision, and the male animal came over him whispering, “Caught you, you bastard!”as Onyx the king of his pride blacked out.

[Moonstone Maelstrom]

Moon loved sailing. She loved sailing in warm weather, too - there was a freedom in it that meant that the warmer it was, the less clothing she wore, and this was absolutely stunning springtime weather. This meant that the teenager, approaching her 15th birthday in another ten-day and a half, was wearing naught. Tan lines, as far as Moon was concerned, as a sign of prudishness. The proper tan was all-body, and in order to achieve that tan, if she didn't have to wear clothes, she didn't. It was really that simple. Oh, she'd wear something when she got to town - landlubbers were a little strange about that, and had this freakish obsession with every inch of skin being covered. It weirded the young Svefra out, to be honest. Their mother had tried to explain while also attempting to wrap the exhibitionist Moonstone up in something that at least covered part of her that it was a cultural issue. Apparently, they considered it inappropriate, and yes, it was ridiculous and stupid and confining, but when you left the sea and went into their areas and cities and ports, you had to wear -something-. Besides, as Amethyst would say with a wink before letting the girl go, wearing that little might even rile them even more.

She checked Topaz's progress with the Sunseeker, and set up her sails for luffing, to let the wind guide her in gently. This gave her a bit of time to grab the few scraps of clothing she had decided to wear in port while looking for their brother. She slid them on, an unbleached linen sarong that she hadn't gotten around to dying yet. It stopped short of her knees at its longest point, its fringe just touching them, and it was tied at her left hip. She had leather-soled sandals to tie on - just because the city pathways tended to be a lot less kind to one's feet than a ship's deck - and a broad-cut leather belt was secured around her waist, providing an interesting contrast from the almost gauzy sarong, the cutlass hanging from the belt over her right hip. The shirt, if one could even call it that, matched the sarong for material and thickness and colour, was more like a vest. It had no sleeves, and only fastened above her navel by tying the ends together. It exposed more than its share of the developing teenager than any decent shirt would, but Moonstone was a Svefra to the core. One good shimmy of the hips and she would likely pop right out of it.

She couldn't resist testing that theory, returning to the helm and her wheel, grasping spokes at either side, and beginning to flex her knees to effect a shimmy. Everyone always thought that the shimmy came from the hips, but as far as Moon was concerned, the hips were just along from the ride. Real shimmies could come from the knees, the thighs, or even the glutes. It didn't mean you let go of your core muscles - the teenager kept them gently controlled and her butt tucked in. After all - as sexy as it was to shake one's rump, and really shake it, it enabled you to injure your back. And, quite frankly, you didn't look attractive hunched over like a lobster. She kept her heels flat on the deck and her upper body relaxed in order to keep the shimmy confined to below her waist. It was an excellent dance exercise while she was sailing - shimmies were strenuous when you get repetitive with them, but they helped develop and tone her legs and thighs and the rump that was shaking now. She speeded up her leg movement,restricting it to make it faster, just to check - and she was right: shimmying like that did make her pop out of her top. Perfect - it didn't need any adjustment after all! She tucked herself back in and went back to relaxing her shimmies to prevent herself from going everywhere out of it.

"Topaaaaaaaz," Moon shouted over the wind and waters as she left the dancing exercise alone and locked her wheel, heading to the ropes that held her sails. She eased up on the rigging, loosening her canvas. They had been getting a nice broad reach off of their mainsail, and they had made good time. Onyx had told his younger sisters that he had been planning on visiting Alvadas, and the twins had a sinking suspicion he was off to find more women to try to take the place of Eissa. And that simply wouldn't do. They'd tolerated Eissa because she had made him happy, even if both twins had tipped the other Svefra girl's casinor more times than anyone could count... so much to the point that she'd taken to tying down almost everything whenever she had any chance of being near a Maelstrom.

The twins were just resourceful like that.

"A little off the starboard, not far to go. Let it down!" she shouted to her twin. Their father had made their Casinors, the Sunseeker and the Wandering Moon - just as he had made the casinors for the older children who had learned to sail them. And the twins weren't the worst at it, but they were both still working on it. Working, of course, being the key word. Moon's eyes went to her little coloured tell-tales, the waxed pieces of coloured wool that were about 9" long, that she had tied to her shrouds, the rigging cables that held up the mast of the casinor, some four feet up from the sides of her ship. They were useful as additional wind direction indicators, since they were where Moon had to be looking anyway, and additional guidance never hurt anyone.

"There's the Lucky Lass," she called to her twin as she guided the Wandering Moon into Alvadas' port, her sails luffing just a bit, trimmed now that she only had to go a little further and slower. She approached the dock at a shallow angle, the bow in the current, letting that slow her even more. She guided it in next to their older brother's boat, tying the rigging up as she went, mindful of how close she was to the dock. She checked her bow line, making sure it was well and truly secured around the anchor cleat, and that the stern line was attached to the aft cleat.The Wandering Moon had slowed enough that she had to toss her bow line to the dock to pull herself in as she looked around, checking the place out as she slowly hauled the casinor into place besides the Lucky Lass. There was enough space for the Sunseeker, Moon had been sure of that, and she secured her bow line, then her stern line, checking out the movement of the water and how the dock rose and fell before adjusting the lines. With the water... best to leave it a bit of slack. She still secured the two spring lines, and checked her knotwork. So far, so good. Those things weren't going anywhere. She stepped onto the dock, waiting for Topaz to guide in the Sunseeker, ready and willing to help tie her sister's casinor up.

[Topaz Maelstrom]

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