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Introduction
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No man can conquer that island.
On the clearest of days, a distant island could be spotted far on the horizon, miles off the southern coast of the mainland. It’s rocky shores were home to a vast jungle that was still mostly unexplored due to it’s density and dangers. Sailors stayed far away from the island, claiming the underwater caves that surrounded it were home to sirens and other fantastical beasts. Only the bravest men dared to explore the island - more often than not, they never returned.
We are no men, thought Christa, watching from behind the wheel as the island grew closer to her ship. Her crew was comprised of only women, all of whom were loyal exclusively to her and her ship, with no husbands and children to tie them down. Indeed, Christa had won over the hearts of each woman in her crew, keeping each tucked neatly under her sheets - er, thumb - and punishing them appropriately when they got out of line. This kept the power dynamic of her ship in check, and she hadn’t ever had an issue with potential mutiny. It also didn’t hurt that Christa had a small Geas in the form of hypnotic eyes that helped her charm them, but that was beside the point. The crew were hers, and they would follow her to the edge of the world.
To the edge of the world, they had. The Indigo Isle, named for the deep waters that surrounded it, loomed before them, it’s lone mountain crawling up towards the clouds, its hills covered in thick jungle, plant life stretching down it’s rocky cliffs. The island was tiered like a cake - the upper island, which included the mountain, and the lower island, which sat below the upper island, separated by a stark 50 foot cliff, with no direct slope in between the halves. From the accounts of the land - of which there were few - the only known beach was on the west side.
If they took the time to sail around the perimeter of the island deemed “safe”, it would add an extra day to their journey. Instead, she sailed right through. Every so often, rocks jutted up out of the sea, filled with nests of seagulls who simply watched them as they passed, eerily silent. It disturbed Christa, a chill running down her back despite the warm winds pushing them farther to shore. Despite herself, Christa swore she saw the occasional head above the surface, saw a glimpse of a mermaid diving off the rocks to avoid being spotted, yet they sailed onward.
Finally, they reached the beach, which was nestled inside a tall cove, shadows passing over the boat as it drifted silently between the cliffs. They anchored their boat when they could go no farther, yelling directions as her crew loaded supplies onto the two rowboats on either side of their ship, then lowered them into the water. She watched from the front of the ship as the first round of supplies rowed up to the beach, examining the terrain.
The cove was almost completely surrounded by cliff. Almost, because there was a narrow passage on the right, no more than two persons wide, that led out towards the lower half of the jungle. On the other side of the cove, a steep path had been carved into the cliff, switching back and forth, until it let out at the edge of the upper island. Up, Christa thought, blue eyes following the path up to the sky, or down.
The boats returned for the second round of supplies, and Christa, her pistol strapped to her thigh and her supplies on her back, got off with it. There was enough room in the cove to set up camp, and after a long day of sailing, her crew was tired.
The sun, already starting to set, was visible through the cliffs that framed the cove’s entrance. Tents were pitched, a campfire was started, and fish was caught from the cove and smoked over the fire. They would begin their expedition at dawn, she declared to her crew over the evening meal, and they raised their flasks and cheered. We will conquer this island because we are no men.
Christa couldn’t have imagined what the island had in store for her crew.
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When Christa woke up the next day, she found three of her officers chatting nervously outside her tent, voices low and posture tense. “Morning, Ladies.” Christa said, causing the women to jump and turn in surprise, quickly moving to a salute. “At ease.” The woman lowered their arms, but didn’t relax at all, causing Christa to frown. She jumped straight to the point. “What’s wrong?”
The three woman - Halley, her first mate, Elizabeth, her navigator, and Francis, her quartermaster - looked at each other, before Francis stepped forward. “Captain, on of the girls from my team is missing.” Of the ten girls on her crew, they had been divided into three teams of three, each with a crucial role. Missing even a single one would weaken them.
Christa’s frown deepened. “Who?”
“Alex, Captain.” Francis looked down. “She left in the night to relieve herself, and never came back. When she left, I didn’t think much of it, so I went back to sleep. We didn’t notice until the morning...”
Christa clicked her tongue. “We’re in unfamiliar territory. Even the bathroom is dangerous. Is there any sign of where she went?”
Francis shuffled anxiously. Smart as Francis was, the Geas placed on Christa was strong, and even this small amount of attention from her captain was making the quartermaster warm inside. “I found her tracks leading towards the lower jungle. They go a far way past the opening in the pass, but stop suddenly, as if spirited away.”
Vanished entirely? Now that was worrying. “Gather the rest of the crew in front of my tent, and wait for orders.”
Christa turned sharply and went back to her tent, while Francis and Elizabeth scrambled off. Her first mate followed Christa, since, as Christa’s favorite lover, she was to stay with Christa at all times. Christa quickly wrote her plan of attack in her journal, keeping the map of the charted parts of the island, small as it was, out with her as a reference.
When she was ready, she left the tent, her crew waiting just outside her door in a semicircle. They simply waited, not even whispering among themselves. Nervous? Scared? Not her crew. Simply waiting as she had instructed, obedient as always. Their heads turned to Christa as she exited, and Christa got right to the chase.
“Alex is missing. The only clue we have is that she went towards the lower jungle.” She paused, gauging her crew’s reaction, then continued. “However, we are here to explore, and if she took the opportunity to go ahead by herself, then so be it. As punishment, the rest of her team will spend the day the day searching for her while other teams go explore.”
“Elizabeth, as the navigator, you’ve gotten us through many dark nights. You’re the only one I can trust to do some spelunking for me.” Elizabeth’s team’s eyes drifted to the entrance of the cave that sat opposite the shore, and they nodded confidently.
“Of the four of us that remain, we’ll be split into teams of two. I will be taking Halley up the mountain to survey the surrounding area, while the rest of Halley’s team remains and guards the camp from whatever this island may bring.” The two girls in Halley’s team - twins - sighed. They were the most inexperienced, but they were also the most hungry for gold. Christa didn’t feel bad leaving them behind, since it was the safest place for them to be, and she had a soft spot for the girls, not that she’d ever admit it.
With the teams set, Christa crossed her arms over her chest. “We leave in half an hour. Take enough supplies to last at least a few nights, just in case. Aim to make it back by sundown each night. Everything else, I trust to you.”
Christa turned back into her tent, and the crew erupted into motion as soon as she crossed inside. Before the tent flap could close entirely behind her, Halley slipped in, footsteps light as a feather. Christa laid back on a pile of pillows on her mattress, watching as Halley silently made her way towards her. “You know, Captain,” the red headed first mate said softly, crawling up on the bed beside Christa like an obedient cat, “You could have given Francis and Sara more sympathy.”
Christa cocked an eyebrow. “Oh? Why is that?” The captain raised her hand to cup her first mate’s cheek, red locks falling over her fingertips as she guided the woman to meet her eyes. Christa could feel Halley practically melt as their gazes met, the woman pulled entirely under her lustful thrall.
Halley practically purred as she crawled over top her captain, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle, resting her head on Christa’s voluptuous chest. “They haven’t had time yet to grieve their teammate.”
Christa scoffed, running her fingers through her lover’s hair slowly. “We didn’t come here to die, Halley. We came here to find treasure.” Despite herself, Christa couldn’t shake the growing nervousness that came with every passing minute. Maybe her first mate had a point, maybe they would all die here on this island like every crew that came before them. Maybe that’s why all Christa wanted was to fuck Halley like there was no tomorrow - because maybe there wasn’t. “Enough of that for now. We can talk about it on our way up the mountain.”
Christa raised her knee between the girl’s legs, and Halley automatically spread her legs, sighing contently at the pressure on her already wet mound. “Yes, captain,” she purred, and raised her lips to her captain’s.
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It was closer to an hour and a half later the two emerged from the tent, disheveled but prepared. The crew was waiting outside, hyping each other up for their journey, claiming who would bring back the most treasure, what they would find, and singing songs to lighten the mood.
Not wanting to be a bummer, Christa watched on the edge of it all, smiling, but as one woman after another spotted her, they gradually moved back into a semicircle, this time in their teams. “I’m glad you all have so much energy; you’ll need it.” The women snapped to attention, chins raised and smiling, hands behind their backs. “I wish all of you good luck out there. After I dismiss you, you may get your things and go.”
Starting at the right side, Christa walked up to her navigator, placing her hands on the woman’s cheeks and bringing their lips together. This was how she said goodbye - letting her taste linger on the women’s tongues as they went on their way. Each woman stood, waiting her own turn as Christa undid each woman before all the others.
Christa didn’t part from each one until they climaxed, playing with their bodies in front of the others, her hands carefully undoing each member of her crew, one at a time. She massaged their chests, combed through their hair, and fingered them until they could stand no longer and their knees gave way, moving on to the next girl as the previous recovered from her climax.
Slowly, she made her way around the circle like that, until only Halley, who had already gotten her treatment, remained. Still, she brought the redhead’s lips to hers, letting her fingers explore the girl’s body gently, not demanding anything, while her crew left. Even the twins left for the day, taking a smaller boat out to explore the area around the bay. Only when they were entirely alone did Christa pull away.
“Well then,” smiled the captain at her lover, who smiled back through panting breaths, “let’s go get ourselves killed, shall we?”
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