Desire The Trilogy E-Book

Trevon Carter

• Herausgeber: PEAR Stories
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2015

Beschreibung

Theresa is the wife of the Captain of the Desire, the first ever American built slaver ship used to bring in cargo straight from Africa. As she joins her husband, she meets the First Mate's wife, who teaches her a thing or two about how the big black men should really be used. This historical, erotic romance bundles together all three books of the Desire series into one hot read!

Desire

Theresa is the wife of Captain Adam Phillips, who commands the first ever American built slaveship, the Desire. She decides to accompany her husband for the first time on his journey across the seas to trade the natives for Africans. The first mate's wife, Alana, runs into her and helps her grow accustomed to ship life. They grow close as the Desire makes its way to Africa.

Theresa enjoys Alana's brash, outgoing and honest personality and begins to learn that being prim and proper is not the only way to live life as the wife of a Captain. When they arrive in Africa, Theresa accidentally glances over to see naked Africans board the Desire. She is stunned by their bodies and their... generous proportions.

Alana, unlike Theresa, has been on many journies to Africa with her husband and she has a little secret. She knows the pleasures that the muscular black males can provide! After the slaves are loaded on the Desire, the ship docks in a private area for a short rest before the long journey back home. Alana manages to get Theresa off the boat and onto the beaches to show her the true power of the ebony beasts that they are shipping back home.

Desire Across the Seas

Days have passed since Theresa first saw what a black man could do. She's been trying to get close to her friend Alana, but is unsuccessful in reaching her on the ship. As her cravings of pleasure build, she finally manages to get a hold of her more experienced friend. Alana accidentally let's it slip that Theresa's husband, Adam, the very Captain of the Desire has been partaking in the pleasures of the ship's cargo.

Theresa doesn't believe her and asks Alana for proof. Alana initially hesitates but eventually gives in, leading her down in the middle of the night to see Adam in the act. Alana holds Theresa back and tells her not to retaliate but get revenge in a different manner, a more pleasurable manner. Theresa learns that Alana was in the same position years ago.

Alana offers to teach Theresa to take on the powerful Africans aboard the ship like her. Theresa isn't sure at first but her cravings and her thirst for revenge are too much to bear. As the Desire journeys across the seas, Alana teaches Theresa how to quell her desires with the power of the black men within the ship. Alana and Theresa creep down to the deep, dark, underbelly of the ship where they experience pleasures that only three big, black, powerful Africans can provide...

Desire Upon the Lands

The Desire makes a stop at Kingston, to resupply. Alana entices Theresa to visit the beautiful island and discover the pleasures that lie hidden within. Theresa agrees to join and discover the pleasures that Alana speaks of. As the 2 roam the island, Alana takes her to a quiet house. Within the house, the two experience pleasures beyond imaginable as a dozen black men surround them in the dark...

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Desire The Trilogy

By Trevon Carter

Table of Contents

Desire

Desire Across the Seas

Desire Upon the Lands

About the Author

Desire

Adam crossed his arms and smiled as he looked out at the sea.  He was about to become a part of history.  The first American built slave ship, the Desire, was ready to set sail across the seas, sending off the natives and bringing in the black slaves off the coast of Africa.

"Oh Captain, my Captain," a familiar voice rang out from behind.

He turned to see his wife, a bright beaming smile on her face as she hugged him.  Adam gave her a tight squeeze and kissed her on the forehead.

"My sweet love, what brings you here?"  Adam asked.

"I wanted to see how my Captain was doing," his wife replied.

"Oh Theresa, my love, I don't know how I'm going to hold back this excitement.  The Desire is set to sail soon, and I... I will be at the helm," Adam informed.

"I spoke with my father and he said that he'd be okay with me going with you," Theresa said.

"What?  The Desire will be no place for a lady.  The savages we're shipping out and the beasts we're shipping in will not be something I want you to face," Adam replied.

"I don't have to face them.  I could just stay in your quarters."

"It would still be too dangerous."

"I heard the beaches out in Africa were beautiful.  We could spend a couple of romantic nights out on the sweet, soft sand while we make love," Theresa said.

Adam looked into her eyes, imagining the scene before him.  His body grew warm at the thought but he quickly shook it off.

"The beaches may be beautiful but the journey to them is much too dangerous," Adam responded.

"And what's wrong with a little danger before fun?"  Theresa teased as she bit his lower lip.

Adam pulled away and licked his lips, feeling a slight tingling of pain from the nibble.

"Theresa, while your father may have allowed it, I cannot.  There's a reason why there's a limited number of women on the crew.  The crew is sometimes just as dangerous as the cargo we will be shipping," Adam replied.

"But there are some women, right?"

"What?"

"On the Desire, there will be some women?"

"Well, yes, some of the crew members will bring their wives.  It's normally because they don't have anywhere else to go.  The others are more for cooking," Adam said as he glanced away.

"And a couple for entertainment, right?"

"What?  I... I'm not sure what you mean by that," Adam said, flustered.

"Oh come on Adam, we women talk amongst ourselves.  I know exactly what type of women board these ships across the seas," Theresa replied.

"There may be some, but it's for the relief of the crew."

"And you're a member of the crew..."

"It's not like that my love, I have you," Adam said.

"Oh I trust you Adam.  But wouldn't you want the comforting hands of your wife around you while you are out there?"  Theresa asked as she pointed behind him to the water.

"But Theresa..."

"No excuses Adam.  I am going with you," Theresa interrupted.

Adam sighed as he continued hugging his wife.  She was a stubborn woman, which was actually one of the qualities he enjoyed about her.  If there was something she wanted, she would go through Hell and high water to get to it.

"On one condition," Adam said.

"Which is?"

"You must listen to all my instructions.  You cannot disobey me, especially in front of my crew," Adam said.

"Oh... oh yes my Captain.  I will do anything and everything you ask of me," Theresa said seductively as she slowly reached down and squeezed his ass.

The two laughed and Adam turn, one arm still around his wife as he looked out at the water again.  He was still unsure about this decision but there was nothing he could really do about it.  His father-in0law was one of the people who had gotten him into this position in the first place.

Going against his wife's wishes could have easily put him in hot water with his father in law.  He didn't want anything to jeopardize his position as Captain of the Desire.

"One more month, my darling," Adam said as he squeezed her shoulder.

"This will be so exciting!"

"I'm going to show you things you had never imagined," Adam said.

"And so will eye," Theresa whispered into his ear.

Adam laughed and kissed her, holding her tightly as they locked lips.  Any worries he had washed away as the two stood at the pier.

***

Theresa stared at her husband's ship, the very first cargo ship designed to transport slaves from America to Africa, the Desire.  His crew was busy loading the ship with supplies as he paced the deck, making sure everything was to his standards.

"Hi," a voice rang out.

Theresa turned to see a tall brunette woman extending a hand towards her.

"Uh... hi," Theresa replied.

"Are you Theresa?"  The woman asked.

"Yes, yes I am."

"Nice to meet you!  I'm Alana, Shawn's wife," she introduced.

"Oh!  Are you boarding the Desire as well?"  Theresa asked.

Shawn was Adam's right hand man, the ship's second in command.  Theresa had met him a couple times but she had never actually met Alana before.  She had heard about her from Shawn but always wondered what Alana looked like.

"Yeah, I've been sailing with Shawn for a while now.  When he said he was going to be on the Desire, I had to join," Alana replied.

"My goodness, it's so nice to finally see you.  I've heard so much about you," Theresa said.

"I hope they were all good things," Alana replied with a wink.

"So, you've sailed with Shawn before?"

"Yes, several times, in fact.  My last trip was to the Ivory Coast.  That was a long trip," Alana answered.

"Any tips for a first timer?"

Alana smiled and gave Theresa a hug.  "Don't worry honey, you are in good hands.  I'll teach you everything you need to know."

Theresa smiled and hugged Alana back.  For someone so elusive to meet, she seemed like a very open, extraverted individual.  She had a good feeling about her newfound shipmate as the two watched the crew members carry barrels onto the ship.

"The first order of business is to bring your own food.  You see those barrels?  Some gross slop the crew eats.  It's supposed to last the entire trip but I just cannot stomach it.  I've learned that dried food sprinkled with salt is the best measure," Alana informed.

"Dried food?"

"Dried fish, jerky, fruit, they all survive the trip as long as they're prepared well enough," Alana said.

"Oh, I don't think I have any...  I might have some fruit I can bring," Theresa said worriedly.

"Don't you worry, I can bring more than enough food for the both of us," Alana assured, giving Theresa's shoulder a squeeze.

"What about seasickness?"  Theresa inquired.

"Alcohol of course.  At least, that's what I used when I was first sailing.  Everyone seems to need different remedies," Alana replied with a shrug.

"Alcohol?  Really?"

"Rum in particular.  The darker the better.  Like pirates of old, yarrr," Alana laughed.

Theresa joined in, laughing loudly along with Alana.  Some of the crew members looked up to stare at the two women in confusion.

"Come with me, there's so much I need to teach you," Alana said, leading Theresa away from the pier.

"I should tell Adam first," Theresa replied.

"Oh, come now, are you his wife or his slave?  You can do as you wish without reporting to him.  Come," Alana said.

Theresa glanced at the ship and then back at Alana.  She nodded and followed her new found shipmate towards the markets located near the pier.

Her senses were flooded with the smell of fish, alcohol, smoke and cooked meat as they entered into the busy streets of the market.  She held tightly onto Alana's hand as the two worked their way through the crows. 

Theresa had led a rather sheltered life, and had never wandered through the markets without a full escort around her.  She was, to a certain degree, a member of royalty, her great grandfather the Duke of a small European county. 

"Is this your first time here?"  Alana asked.

"Kind of.  I may have walked through her once or twice before," Theresa replied.

"Wow... where do you shop for food?"  Alana inquired.

"I uh.... I'm not sure.  My slaves usually go out with the maidens," Theresa answered.

"Oh, honey, there is so much you need to see and learn," Alana laughed.

They stopped at a stall with fish hanging on hooks.  Theresa swatted at a couple of flies as they zipped by. 

"Alana!"  The owner greeted with a smile, some teeth missing in his wide mouth.

"Gregoire!  How have you been?"  Alana asked.

"Oh come now, it's just Greg.  I've been doing well.  Just had some fresh trout come in," he replied.

"Oh, trout.  I love trout.  Greg, this here is Theresa.  She's going to be riding along with me on the Desire," Alana introduced.

Greg wiped his hands on a towel hanging off his hip and extended his hand.  Theresa briefly hesitated but reached out and shook it.

"Hello," Theresa said.

"The Desire?  Wow!  American made.  Can't be any more proud than that," Greg said with a smile.

"We're going to need some food for the trip.  Any recommendations?"  Alana asked.

"Oh yeah, I've got some real good stuff," Greg replied as he headed to the back of his stall.

Theresa stood on her toes to try to see where he was headed and what he was reaching for.  Alana smiled and tapped Theresa from behind.

"Sugar, just sit tight.  Let him handle the goods," Alana laughed.

"We're not getting... raw fish, are we?"  Theresa asked.

"Some, for cooking, but I can have Shawn pick it up.  Greg's specialty is his dried cod and smoked fish.  They can last the entire trip without issue," Alana answered.

Theresa nervously looked at the fish hanging on hooks across the stall.  They didn't seem to be all that dry, nor clean enough to eat.

"Ah ha!"  Greg yelled as he returned with something in hand.

"Something new?"  Alana asked.

"Some dried Pollack, grilled ever so slightly beforehand," Greg said as he raised a bundle of dried, yellow fish. 

Theresa briefly stepped back as she stared at the fish.  Dried fish was not something she had ever had before.

"Go on, here, have a piece," Alana said as she reached up and ripped a piece of the fish and handed it to Theresa.

Theresa hesitated as she reached up and grabbed the piece of fish from Alana.  She looked over at Greg and then Alana nervously.  She gulped once before slowly putting the piece of dried fish in her mouth.

"Oh wow," Theresa commented as she tasted the mixture of saltiness, smokiness and a bit of sweetness.

"Good huh?"  Greg asked as he proudly looked at the fish.

"It's really good," Theresa replied.

"Guess we'll be having that," Alana said.

"I'll have my boys send a couple of boxes to Shawn," Greg said.

"Perfect.  Can you add a bit more than usual?  I want Theresa to enjoy them as well," Alana requested.

"Oh, of course.  Oh, and here, some fish from the North.  Smoked to perfection," Greg said as he pulled out a piece of wood with some pink strips of fish on it. 

Theresa tilted her head and examined it, unsure of whether or not it was raw.  Alana reached out and ripped a small piece off and handed it to Theresa.

"Here," she offered.

Theresa was surprised as the piece quickly broke apart in her mouth.  It was slightly chewy but full of flavor.

"Wow... this is really good too!"  Theresa said, surprised.

"A couple boxes of that too," Alana ordered.

"You've got it," Greg replied with a smile.

"Oh wait, I need to grab Adam and get some cash," Theresa said.

"No, no, this is on me.  Don't worry about it," Alana declined.

"I couldn't!  I need to pay for some of this!"

"Don't worry about it.  Greg gives me a great discount," Alana said while winking at Greg.

"For a beautiful lady and her friend?  Absolutely!"  Greg exclaimed.

"Now come on, we have so much more to view," Alana said, pulling Theresa back to the streets of the market.

***

Theresa slowly moved her hips side to side as she walked towards her husband.  His eyes roamed her nude body, taking in her soft supple breasts, down to her tummy, and finally the soft, plush hair above her crotch.  He licked his lips in approval and stroked himself.

"That's it, come on over here," Adam ordered.

She smiled and twirled, giving him a view of her ass before she landed on the bed next to him.  Her fingers gently made their way down his body towards his member, making him groan in approval.  She leaned in and licked his neck, tasting his sweaty skin.

"Our first time on a ship, Captain," Theresa whispered seductively into her husband's ear.

"Yes, the Desire, the perfect name for my ship," Adam moaned as he felt Theresa's fingers wrap around his shaft.

She used her thumb and middle finger to stroke off his manhood.  His member throbbed between her two fingers and she began kissing his chest.  Adam moaned as she licked his nipples, swirling her tongue around his hairy chest.

Theresa smiled and straddled him, placing her knees on both sides of his hips.  She pulled on his member to try to tease herself with the tip of his member.  Her ass had to move lower so that his manhood could reach.

"Yeah, yeah..."  Adam groaned.

The ship swayed back and forth and Theresa followed its movements.  She lowered herself so that her ass was touching his balls.  Her fingers moved to the tip of his member and moved it back and forth, teasing the lips of her sex.

The tip of his member just barely reached her clit.  She was able to rub it, ever so slightly, against her most sensitive spot.  Theresa moaned and moved her hips, trying to tease herself further with his member.

She pulled his manhood towards her while moving her hips forward.  It slipped into her, sliding into her sex.  The two moaned together as his member squeezed between the parted lips of her sex. 

Theresa tried gyrating her hips while pinching her own nipples to pleasure herself further.  Adam grabbed onto her hips and squeezed, signaling for her to slow down.  He closed his eyes and clenched them tightly and groaned.

She felt his member twitch inside her before his seed shot into her.  It was one small blast, followed by a little squirt.  Adam groaned and gripped tightly onto her hips. 

"Whew!"  He yelled out.

Theresa smiled and clenched her ass, causing her sex to grip tightly onto his slowly deflating member.

"Oh.. oh... whoa, no, you can't do that!"  Adam groaned.

She knew he became extremely sensitive after his climax and she enjoyed torturing him by clenching onto his member afterwards.  He lifted her off him and rolled her to the side.

"No, no, too sensitive," he complained.

Theresa laughed and gave him a kiss on the cheek.  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.  Theresa looked down to see his flaccid member twitch one more time.

She wasn't unhappy but she was disappointed.  Her husband seemed to climax early, though she wasn't absolutely sure if that was true.  He was her first and only relationship, married off by her father without much experience with men.

Adam began to snore and Theresa knew he was out.  She sighed and looked down between her legs.  Her body was still hot and craving more attention but there wasn't much she could do with Adam.  She contemplated rubbing her crotch but with Adam snoring next to her, it just didn't feel right.

There wasn't much privacy outside of the ship that she knew of.  She closed her eyes and began wondering what Alana was doing.  A part of her wondered if she should ask Alana about how long Shawn lasts but decided against it.  After quite some time, she finally managed to ease her mind and slowly fall asleep.

***

Theresa yawned as she looked out at the seas.  The rolling waves were oddly calming, though the rocking of the ship wasn't.  She wondered when Adam would return and debated on leaving the captain's quarters.

She smiled as she recalled her little adventure on the market with her new found friend, Alana.  The two had visited various little stalls to try food and buy a couple of clothes.  Adam was not amused by her absence and she had a stern talking to about the dangers of traveling without a male companion.

Theresa sighed and headed towards the door.  While her husband had told her to stay in the quarters, there was no way she was going to stay cooped up in the stuffy room.  She figured she could go and visit Alana who was not too far from her.

Alana and Theresa had grown even closer while on the ship, sharing stories and eating the delicious little treats they had bought at the market.  Theresa had wondered just how boring the trip would have been if she had not met up with Alana.

As the ship neared Africa, Adam had ordered her to stay in the quarters more often.  He was worried for her safety as they neared Africa.  Alana had joked that the Africans could throw their spears from the mainland all the way to the deck, which Adam did not find funny in any way.

They were now just an hour or so away from the shores of Africa and Adam had left to steer the ship.  Both he and Shawn warned the two women to stay indoors and away from the crew.  The long nights had made them quiet restless, even with the women that had been brought aboard.

She gently opened the creaking wooden door and looked out to the deck.  There were various men wandering around, cleaning, drinking or just sleeping.  Theresa tip toed her way out and slowly closed the door behind her.

Shawn's room was to the right and down a small hall.  Theresa carefully walked down the hall towards the room, her heart racing as she worried that her husband would see her.  She gently knocked on Shawn's door, hoping Alana would hear the faint knocks.

Theresa anxiously waited and heard movement from beyond the door.  The door creaked open and Alana poked her head out, smiling as she saw Theresa.

"Hey!  You get bored?"  She greeted.

"Absolutely.  I wasn't going to just sit in that stuffy room all day," Theresa replied.

"Well, come on in!"  Alana said happily.

Theresa stepped in to see that the room was quite the mess.  It was quite a different sight from days earlier when she last visited.

"Wow... were you guys uh... looking for something?"  Theresa inquired.

"Huh?  Oh, excuse the mess.  No, Shawn and I spent an exciting night together before we docked," Alana replied with a wink.

"Oh..."  Theresa said, unsure of what else she could respond with.

Alana really didn't seem to have a filter when she spoke.  Whatever was on her mind, she let out, which Theresa found rather refreshing.  There was no beating around the bush with her.

"Are you excited?"  Alana asked, handing Theresa a piece of chocolate.

"Yes!  I can't believe I'm about to see Africa.  I hear that you can even see lions roaming the plains," Theresa replied excitedly.

"Oh don't be silly Theresa, there's no way we'll be allowed that far off the ship," Alana laughed.

"Aww... you don't think we will?"

"Theresa, as much as I joke about the dangers of these African beasts, there is some truth to what Adam and Shawn talk about.  The lands are dangerous, with those uneducated beasts roaming their lands.  There are supposedly some tribes out there that eat flesh off human corpses," Alana replied.

"Oh, mercy... that is sickening," Theresa said.

"But no worries, stay close to the ship and you will see some of the most beautiful beaches one could lay eyes upon," Alana assured.

"What happens when we first dock?"  Theresa asked.

"Well, they'll unload the natives that we're shipping out of America and start loading the African beasts in.  It's quite the sight to take in at first... especially the males," Alana answered.

"Okay...  Anything I should prepare for?"

"Nope, just a feast for your eyes," Alana replied with a sly smile.

"Wow... look at you being all coy."

"This is one surprise I'd rather not ruin," Alana answered.

The two continued to chat about the mysterious lands of Africa.  Alana seemed to be a wealth of knowledge, dumping all kinds of information for Theresa.  Before she knew it, the ship began to turn as it began docking.

"Come on, let's go to the deck.  Shawn should be there to stop any of those little perverted crew members from coming near us," Alana said as she headed to the door.

"Oh no, I don't think Adam would approve of that."

"Again with this whole approval.  Come now Theresa, be a wife that's hard to get," Alana replied as she opened the door.

Theresa stared out the door and then nodded, following Alana out to the deck.  As predicted, Shawn was on the deck, shouting orders.  He saw the two women and shook his head in disapproval.

"Alana!  What are you doing out here?!"  He questioned angrily.

"I wanted to show Theresa her first landing," Alana replied with a grin.

"Damn it, you're going to get the Captain on my ass for this," Shawn grunted.

"Don't worry honey, we have you to protect us," Alana replied as she dragged Theresa out to the side of the deck to give her a nice view of the beach.

"Woman, we will have words," Shawn replied.

"Oh psh, don't try to act manly because the Captain's wife is on deck," Alana replied, brushing him aside.

Theresa was surprised by how nonchalant Alana was with her husband.  The fact that she could just brush him off like that was unfathomable to her.

"Come on Theresa, look!"  Alana said, pointing out at the shore.

"Amazing..."  Theresa whispered.

The water was different from home, it was turquoise, glistening in the sunlight.  The clear water brushed into the soft white sands before it.  Theresa was breathless as she tried to take in the sight.

"Theresa?!"  Adam's voice called out, confused.

Theresa turned and smiled sheepishly at her husband.

"What... what are you doing out here?"  He questioned, trying his best to hold in his anger.

"I'm sorry, it was all me, I asked her to join me on the deck.  This is her first time here and I wanted her to take in this beautiful sight," Alana interjected.

"You..."  Adam glared at the two of them, his face briefly turning red.

"Captain, I told Alana that I would watch over them," Shawn said.

"Are such a bad influence," Adam finished, sighing as his face turned back to normal.

"Shawn, I expected more from you," Adam said, a bit of disappointment in his voice.

"You know my wife, she's unstoppable," Shawn replied.

Adam shook his head and made his way closer to Theresa.  He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and smiled.

"I don't know what I would do if something happened to you," he said.

He gave Shawn a nod before heading off to the side of the ship, watching as a long piece of wood was tossed off to the shore.  Another soon followed, creating a narrow bridge of sorts off the ship.

"Stay here sweetheart, I mean it.  We're bringing the natives out and I don't want them to go anywhere near you," Adam warned.

Theresa nodded and then shot Alana a quick glare.  Alana smiled in return and nodded as well.  The two watched as Adam made his way towards the makeshift bridge as another long piece of wood was attached to it, widening it.

"The traders," Alana informed, pointing at a pair of fat bald men hopping off a carriage of sorts. 

Adam hopped on the makeshift bridge and walked off the ship, followed by several members of his crew.  The bald men wiped sweat off their heads and smiled, extending their hands to shake her husband's.

"What are they doing?"  Theresa asked as she watched the three men huddle together.

"Negotiating," Shawn said, a hint of anger in his voice.

"What?  Now?!"  Theresa questioned.

"Those bastards always seem to do this.  They can't seem to understand that a deal is a deal.  I thought they wouldn't today," Shawn answered.

Adam raised his arms up, his voice echoing up towards the ship.  The crashing waves were too loud to hear what he was saying but he did look frustrated and angry.  The two bald men shook their heads and pulled out a couple of papers.

"Should you go down there?  Alana asked.

"No, not yet.  The Captain will signal me when he needs," Shawn replied.

"Wow... he seems... livid," Theresa commented.

She watched as her husband put his hands on his waist and shook his head.  His face was bright red as he screamed at the two bald men.  They shriveled in front of him in response, before raising their arms to yell back at him.

"Those idiots always do this," Shawn said as he began walking away.

"Did he signal?"  Alana asked.

"Yep," Shawn replied as he paused.

"What is it?"  Alana asked.

"Shit.  I need you two to follow me.  We didn't think this through... How am I supposed to watch you two and go down there to help the Captain?"  Shawn explained as he waved them towards him.

"Oh, are we leaving the ship?"  Theresa asked excitedly.

"No, you'll be staying right over there," Shawn said as he pointed at the deck where the makeshift bridge met it.

Theresa sighed and walked alongside Alana, following Shawn to the spot he had pointed to.  He waved in a nearby crewmember.

"Johnson!  Come here!"  He yelled.

The small crewmember flinched before rushing over to Shawn.

"Watch these two.  Anything happens to them and I'll have you tied to the bow of this ship," Shawn grunted.

"Uh... yes sir," Johnson replied as he glanced at the two women.

"Now, you two, stay here, please," Shawn said, his eyes lingering on his wife.

Alana nodded as she watched him walk down the bridge.  Theresa watched as Shawn rushed over to her husband.  Her husband smiled and then looked at the ship.  He cringed as he realized the same error Shawn had when he had left the ship.

"What now?"  Theresa asked.

"They'll argue for a bit and then the trade will continue.  No worries," Johnson replied.

Theresa nodded and watched as the four men argued back and forth.  There were times where it looked like her husband was arguing with Shawn, which she found oddly hilarious.

Theresa watched as her husband made his way back towards the Desire.  The bridge was now much wider as more long pieces of wood were patched together. Shawn was close behind him, followed by the two fat bald traders.  They were raising their arms and pointing at their papers as they argued with Adam.  Theresa could barely hear what they were saying but it seemed Adam was not impressed.

The two bald men huddled together and nodded before giving her husband a different set of papers.  Adam looked it over, nodd3ed and then said something to Shawn.  Theresa watched as Shawn rushed back onto the ship, running by them and yelling at the crew.  The crewmembers headed down into the bowels of the ship, only to emerge with tanned natives chained together.

The chained natives were led off the boat, the crew being careful not to knock them into the water.  If even one fell, it would mean disaster, considering they were all chained together.  There was a mixture of men and women being loaded off the boat, all nude.

"Theresa, step back," Adam said as he hopped onto the ship.

"Oh, a hooker?"  One of the bald men asked.

"She's my wife," Adam replied angrily [...]