The rest of the day passed uneventfully.  Captain Remiel posted a lookout in case that Lord Robert somehow managed to see through the ruse and miraculously managed to find them, but he had heard nothing from the lookout so far.  He wondered how long the man had waited, if he had been sick with worry or hot with anger, and if he had planned to pay the ransom or set an ambush for them.  It would probably depend on what kind of man he was, and how desperately he wanted his wife back.  He wondered what the man would say if he saw his lady wife now, sprawled naked in Remiel's bunk.<br/><br/>Captain Remiel had only one rule.  The sophisticated Asian woman could go anywhere she liked, converse with whomever she liked, and do whatever she pleased during the day, but her place, at night, was in his bunk.  He had a similar rule for Myobi, but the fiery first mate tended to break it more often than not, simply out of spite, and he had given up trying to enforce it.  Nevertheless, if he was in the mood he would gladly search the entire ship, from the crow's nest to the bilges, and once he found her would drag her back bodily.  She would fight, and kick, and swear at him with words that turned the crew's faces red with embarrassment to hear, but once he had her in his bunk, she never resisted.<br/><br/>And so as the<em>Dusky Lady</em>set sail, plotting a course north by northwest, with the cool ocean breezes blowing in through the portholes and the sounds of timber creaking all around him,  Remiel smiled languidly and drew both bodies to him.  Both women were naked, of course; Kuno was pressed against his left side, Myobi his right.  Myobi's head rested on his shoulder as she slept, her hand on his chest; Kuno's nestled lazily between his legs.  Occasionally her fingers would give his cock a little squeeze, as she was buried deep within the depths of her dream.<br/><br/>Halfway through the night he awoke, his loins restless, and so he gently woke Kunoichi, rolled on top of her, and had his way with her until he spilled his seed into her womb.  He went back to dozing off after that, but only an hour or two later his cock woke him up again.  This time he awoke Myobi, rolling on top of her and  loosing his seed into her womb as well.  Only after being twice satiated did he finally sleep content, the taste of both girls on his tongue.<br/><br/>He slept well, and so when he woke, an hour after dawn, he felt immensely refreshed.  He deftly slid out of bed, carefully extricating himself from arms and legs.  He dressed himself in the fresh morning light, and watched them for awhile as they slept in each other's arms.  Smiling, he left the cabin, closing the door behind him as he made his way up on deck.<br/><br/>He inhaled deeply, the bracing vigor of the briny sea infusing his lungs with life.   Life as a pirate was not always pleasant, and sometimes downright miserable, but he wouldn't trade it for any other life in the world.  There was always the next horizon to chase, the next adventure to discover.<br/><br/>Something wasn't quite right, though.  His nose twitched, and it only did that when there was a storm brewing.  Sure enough, as he looked to the east through his spyglass, he could see the wispy white clouds turning dark and angry.  As he stared, he could see a flash of lighting spear down toward the sea, a flicker of light, there one moment, gone the next.<br/><br/>"Storm on the horizon, Captain," said McCoy, telling him what he already knew.  "Looks like it's coming towards us."<br/><br/>Remiel frowned.  He had hoped to make it to Florida without incident, but it looked like the fates had other plans.  "Change heading," he told the helmsman.  "Sail west.  We'll make berth in Port Royal or Montego Bay."<br/><br/>"Aye aye, sir," said the helmsman, and soon the orders were relayed throughout the deck.  Remiel watched as the sails were tacked, the booms swelling as the men hauled hard on the ropes.  Soon the dark clouds had moved to the stern of the ship instead of off the starboard side.<br/><br/>He hoped that the speedy brigantine would outdistance the storm, but as he peeked over the gunwale, and saw the waves churning and frothing, he had an uneasy feeling...