This is a work of fiction, loosely based on the character "Captain Jack Aubrey" from the film "Master and Commander". I do not own the copyright on that character, but only on the premise of this story.

This story is for readers over the age of 18 only, and contains explicit sexual situations and adult language. The writer is not responsible for any "discomfort" caused to the reader by this language and these situations.

The Survivor - Part One
by splitti

©08/2004

The first time I saw him was at a concert in Cadiz.

He was a little late, but that was not the only reason why he drew all eyes to him.

I was deeply impressed with his appearance. There he stood in his dark blue uniform and the white shirt and vest – the long blond hair tied at his neck – looking for an empty seat. I could not stop watching him – finding his way through the venue to a place two rows in front of me. Our eyes touched just for a tiny glance, but it was enough to make me shiver.

Even when the music started I could not take my eyes off him, his body totally relaxed and seemed to absorb the music – as if he had been away from this cultural pleasure a long time.

When we left the building after the concert, I lost sight of him. All the way to my hotel his eyes were shining in my mind’s eye. His face and his handsome stature led me in my dreams, where I found myself in his strong arms.

Early the next morning I woke up – confused – that was something I had never experienced before. Almost automatically I packed my luggage and entered the coach that would bring me to the harbour. The “Danae” was docked in the harbour – almost ready to start the voyage to Brazil. Captain Hawks bid the passengers welcome and as soon as the luggage was stowed away in our cabins, we put out to sea.

When we had almost left the harbour behind, we passed by a beautiful frigate. And there he stood – that handsome Captain. Proud, drawn up to full height in his uniform. His orders seemed to be obeyed even before he shouted them out. For a moment, my eyes again found his for a tiny glance. He turned his head to his crew and a very powerful, deep voice gave an order. I gave a last glance to this impressive man – and we left the harbour of Cadiz and sailed away out of sight.

I stayed for a while on deck – looking at the fading landscape. Everywhere I looked I saw his gentle green eyes ... and thinking of his handsome body caused a cosy shiver to run through my body.

For several days our journey went well. The wind was gentle, but we headed forward quite fast – and every night the Captain accompanied me in my sleep. His eyes looking at me – his strong arms wrapped around my shoulders – his warm and deep voice whispering in my ear.

Then one day the weather changed. The wind became a storm and the waves closed over the Danae from all sides. It wasn’t the first time for me sailing through stormy weather – but that storm was the worst I ever experienced. Two masts broke – one dashed in the water – taking two men with it – the other crashed on deck. It all went very fast then. The Danae laid herself on her side and it was clear that she was going to sink. Desperately I was looking for something that would float. I felt a blow to my head  - and the waves dashed over me...

When I awoke, I found myself in a little boat. A young midshipman gently asked how I felt and offered me some bread and water. I tried to sit up and wrapped the blanket tight round my shoulders. I raised my head and saw a vessel. Somehow I felt I had seen this before, but the recent incident clouded my mind. My boat laid aside the ship and a rope ladder and some kind of a rope-seat were dropped. The young midshipman helped me to sit in that rope-seat, he told me to hold me tight. Then I was pulled up to the ship’s deck. Two men of the crew helped me aboard. As soon as I had my feet on deck, the boat rolled and I stumbled.

“Gently my Lady,” a warm deep voice stirred in my ear and a strong hand held my arm. When I turned my head towards that voice – I looked directly in the green eyes that had accompanied me for days. I found my balance – and the Captain took my hand and raised it to his lips. “Welcome aboard. My name is Aubrey. I am your servant, my lady.” My knees gave in and again I felt his strong hands holding me. He looked worriedly at me, then turned to the young midshipman. “Pass the word for the Doctor.”

“Aye Sir,” came the reply. He held me tight, I felt his strong arms around me whilst he took me below decks to his cabin. He gently set me on some kind of bench that surrounded his cabin then nodded his head and murmured an apology and left the cabin.

As soon as the Captain left there came a knock on the door and a small, slim man with short hair entered the cabin.

“My lady, my name is Doctor Maturin,” he said with a scratchy but light and gentle voice. He asked me my name, where I was from, my destination and the name of the ship I had been on whilst he carefully examined me and treated a wound on my forehead. He swabbed a tincture to the wound and gave me a tonic to drink. Then he left and the young midshipman came in with a bundle of clothes.

I don’t know how much time passed before there came another knock on the door and Captain Aubrey entered the cabin. There was a little smile in his eyes and he asked if I was feeling better. I nodded – I could not say a word. Then suddenly all the tension broke its way through and I shuddered, bursting into tears. For a moment, Captain Aubrey stood near me, his discomfort obvious. Then he slowly sat down beside me.

Hesitating, he laid his arm around my shoulders. Instinctively I put my head to his strong chest. I heard his heartbeat, felt his breath – and slowly I calmed down. We sat like that for a while. After I stopped shaking, Captain Aubrey gently loosened his hold and said “I will have Killick prepare a hammock for you here.” His warm and deep voice gave me goose bumps. I took a deep breath and tried to protest, but he just smiled at me which made me almost lose my mind!

“I will find a place.” He called Killick briskly and after all was prepared, he left me and I changed clothes. I looked down my dress. It was hanging around me in pieces. The new clothes seemed to be from that young man who had brought them, linen pants and a linen shirt. I looked a the hammock when I heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” I said.

Captain Aubrey entered. “Is everything to your approval?” That’s when I asked him how to get in the hammock and he laughed loudly. It was like sunshine! He took a footstool and helped me up. He made a bow – and left.

The gentle rolling of the ship helped me falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. I don’t know how long I slept. The harsh noises of Mops on the upper deck woke me up. I looked around and needed some time to remember where I was and what had happened. I carefully slid off the hammock and I saw a bowl with fresh water and a sponge and washed myself. I found another bundle of clothes, more linen pants and shirt but this time a vest and jacket had been added. I put on the pants, shirt and vest. It felt strange, but clean. I heard a knock. Startled, I turned around, trying to make my hair look better and finally answered the door.

“Good Morning,” Doctor Maturin said as he entered. It was obvious that he was relieved to see me up. “Sleep well?”

Embarrassed I looked down at my new clothes. Maturin smiled. He asked me to sit down and looked after my wound. “Very good. There may be a thin scar but so far it is directly at the hair line. No one will ever see it,” he added when he noticed my worried look. He asked me if I would like something for breakfast. I did feel hungry and asked for coffee and toast. He smiled. “Tea would be better my lady.” I smiled back and nodded. He left and came back with a big cup of tea, toast and butter. When he turned to leave again, I asked him for his company. I did not want to be alone.

Doctor Maturin was quiet but I was pleased to have someone beside me. There was no reason or necessity to talk.

We had just finished our breakfast when there was another knock at the door. “Come in,” I said.

Captain Aubrey entered. “Good morning, my lady, Stephen.” He smiled and his eyes twinkled. “Good morning, Captain Aubrey” I said as I felt a blush spread across my face.

“Stephen, if you permit in your capacity as a doctor – I would like to ask Miss Hansen to join me on the stern deck.” The blush on my face must have become a dark red.

Doctor Maturin looked at Captain Aubrey and replied. “Well, Jack, I think the fresh air would do her good!” He bowed to me and left the cabin.

Captain Aubrey looked inquiringly at me. I told him that I would like to join him but that I had no other clothes. He raised his left eyebrow and a flash showed in his eyes. “My lady, you look very good in those clothes!” and I do believe my blush darkened nearly black! I slipped on a pair of shoes I found in the bundle, took a deep breath and took the Captain’s arm. When we reached the stern deck, I felt all the men’s eyes on me. I thought, Hell! Will my face ever get rid of this blush? Captain Aubrey led me to an armchair. “Take a seat,” he offered, but I refused. I walked to the bulwark. Breathing deeply, I watched the waves as we left a white wake behind us. I turned and looked at the Captain. This ship must be something special to him. I wagered. He looked fondly at the sails and tenderly touched the bulwark. Then he started to walk the stern from one side to the other and back repeatedly. I would have loved to join him – but I didn’t know if I would get far given my delicate condition. But then he turned to me and started to explain the sails and masts and the entire upper-deck.

During the following days this walk on the stern deck would become a ritual.

Many days passed by and I was nearly recovered, getting used to the smooth rolling of the ship. Then one afternoon, the Captain led me back to the cabin and invited me to dinner. “I must regret Captain, but I have nothing befitting a dinner with the Captain to wear!” He smiled in a confusing way. We reached the cabin and I found ... a dress!

“Mr. Calamy will bring you to the ward-room for diner.” His warm voice would not accept further refusals.

“Thank you, Captain Aubrey,” I finally acquiesced, “it will be my pleasure.” He lightly bowed his head and left, which was just as well because I needed a rest to be fresh for dinner. I was very nervous, confused and excited. I looked at that dress. It was linen, but beautiful and I was glad for it. I refreshed myself and changed clothes. The dress was clean and had a nice cut. Amazed, I felt the inside filled with silk, presumably taken from my ruined dress. I did the best I could with my hair. All too soon there was a knock at the door and I called out, “Come in!”

Mr. Calamy stood in the doorstep, a shy “My lady,” and then he offered me his arm and led me to the ward-room where the dinner had to take place, because I occupied the Captain’s cabin. There were five men sitting around the table. Captain Jack  and on his left Doctor Maturin, Lieutenant Tom Pullings, Lieutenant Mowett and Mister Alan, the Sailing Master. I was seated to the right of the Captain and Mr. Calamy sat down at my side. The men made compliments to my dress whereupon again I blushed, but yet I felt very comfortable. The meal was very good as was the conversation. When we finished dessert and Killick brought the ort in, I thanked the Captain for the invitation, spoke graciously about the meal and thanked the men for the conversation. “I enjoyed this dinner very much, thank you. It is time for me to leave, Sirs.” Under gentle protests from the men I stood up and left.

The thoughts buzzed about my head and the shortness of my breath made my breasts heave. This must be a dream!

I calmed down a bit when someone knocked a the door. I bid them enter and in walked Captain Aubrey! He went to a cupboard and took out a violin-case ...

“Stephen...er...Doctor Maturin and I will play some music tonight. We are not as good as the musicians who played in Cadiz before the Danae left,” for a moment my breath topped and my heart missed a beat, he saw me! I tried to keep my emotion down but I did not hear what he said after that. I noticed him looking, waiting for an answer and realized he had invited me to listen! With a squeaking voice I accepted his invitation.

I felt his eyes watching me as I passed him. “You look very pretty,” he whispered. I hardly kept my wits about me at last rising to my full height to recover, but then I felt his breath at my neck like a tiny breeze after a warm summer rain and was done for again.

It took only a few steps to reach the small room the Captain settled in while I stayed in his cabin, Doctor Maturin was already waiting for us. I found three chairs, a bottle of red wine and glasses. I sat down feeling embarrassed about how much trouble I caused, as Captain Aubrey took his place and they started a variation of a Mozart piece. Captain Aubrey closed his eyes his face taking on a tender look. Doctor Maturin concentrated deeply. Their instruments harmonized so well – as did the men. They played for over a half hour. When they stopped we had a glass of wine and talked pleasantly. However, the excellent dinner and wine had made me tired. “Thank you, gentlemen for the lovely music and lively conversation. But I must bid you good night,” I said, as I stood up. The men rose from their chairs and I left.

I needed some time before I was ready to fall asleep. I always heard the Captains warm voice whispering in my ear and that kept me awake for long moments. I undressed and washed with that cold water in the bowl. I had just put on the shirt and was reaching for the linen pants I had worn the night before, when something made me turn...

I stepped back in shock. Captain Aubrey stood right in the middle of the cabin! He looked deep into my eyes and moved slowly towards me. As a kind of reflex I moved backwards but with one step I stood with my back against the cabin’s wall. I looked at him, trembling, I could not move.

“Captain Aubrey,” I whispered. He was standing right in front of me and laid his finger on my lips.

“Shhh,” he said softly and blew a lock of hair from my ace. “Jack,” he said in his deep, growling voice which I could feel directly in my belly. I began breathing heavily.

A soft rolling of the ship pressed me close to Jack’s chest. Chuckling, he held my shoulders and gently pushed ma an arm’s length away. “So you noticed me in Cadiz?” I asked thinking, what am I doing? Asking him pointless questions!

Then he answered. “How could anyone not notice such a beautiful woman?” He paused briefly, then said, “When I saw you sail away on the Danae I feared I would never see you again.”

His hands slid down my shoulders then along my arms and finally took my hands in his. Tenderly he pulled me closer, his hands moving back to my shoulders. My hands reached out for the back of his neck and then loosened the ribbon that held his hair so as to let it fall softly to his shoulders.

He chuckled again. He stroked my hair and held my face as he dropped a small kiss to that little wound at my hairline. I closed my eyes and let my hands move down his neck to his chest. As his left hand slid down my back and held me tight, his right tipped my chin up to face him. He looked at me inquiringly and I stretched to my toes to receive his kiss.

His lips were soft and warm, his kiss so tender. I gently pushed him away from me, parting my mouth from his and softly bit his ear. My tongue slid from his neck to that hollow at the base and I began pulling his shirt from his breeches so I could touch the bare skin under the shirt. Then slowly, my hands moved up his abdomen to his chest. He lifted his arms and I gently stripped the shirt over his head, stepping back to look at his strong torso, scars and all. I moved towards him, my fingers caressing each scar.

When I touched one big scar across his ribs, he shuddered. I dropped my head and my lips followed the mark of that scar, making him moan. Softly he stroked my hair, his hands wandering down to my shoulders and lifting me up. Then slowly his hands slid over my breasts, opening my shirt. I watched as his eyes followed his hands, as the opening shirt revealed my body to him. He pushed it down my shoulders and dropping his hands to my waist, pulled me closer, our hips touching. I felt his strong thighs through his breeches and I moaned in sudden awareness of his awakening manhood rising against my belly. My lips kissed his collarbone and he drew my face to his, dropped his head and kissed me, tenderly at first, then becoming more and more demanding. I opened my mouth to him and his kiss stole my breath.

My hands slid down his torso to his breeches whereupon he slowly loosened his grip around my waist and reached for my hands, a soft giggle escaping him. When he lead me to my prize, I tore my mouth from his and my kisses wandered down his torso while my hands gently stripped off his breeches, sliding down his strong thighs.

He groaned when I reached and then teased his hard manhood with my mouth. After only the barest of moments, he pulled me up his arms moving down to my waist. He carried me to his map-table, kissing me deeply, demanding more. His hands found my breasts again, tenderly squeezing them and dropping his head, teasing my nipples with his tongue and teeth, raising them to almost as hard as his manhood. His right hand slid around to my shoulders, his left caressed down my torso and then I felt two fingers sliding into me deeply, moving slowly, testing if I was ready for him, increasing my lust.

I groaned in my need. He raised his head and looked into my eyes, tenderly inquiring. My hips answered his question with their urgent movements. Gently, he pushed me down onto the table, pulling himself to me and slowly sliding into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist. With a gentle shift he unexpectedly thrust deeper into me. Covering my mouth with his, he stopped my cry before it came out. I groaned in frustration. He pulled up to him. Gently but demandingly, he thrust his cock even deeper making me gasp.

“Jack!” I cried out finally. Our bodies moved faster against each other. I groaned, I could hardly breath! Then finally my body collapsed, reaching my climax in ecstasy, I hardly was aware of him coming inside me, until I felt him spurt out his heat deep in me. Again he covered my mouth with his before I could Call out his name and we both struggled together in release.

When we at last were able to breathe normally, he carried me to the bench where all this started. “Johanna,” he whispered, “my little joy. You are so very good for me,” he spoke softly. I couldn’t speak at all. I looked at him, confused about his not letting me cry out my joy.

He smiled. He understood my question without me asking it. “These walls are only made of wood, Johanna.” He said with a gentle chuckle. My dizzied mind started to understand and I returned his chuckle.

He grabbed a sponge and started to wash me softly, as did I to him. When we redressed, he lifted me into the hammock. After giving me a long and tender kiss he bid me a good night an whispered, “Sleep well, my little joy,” arching his brow with a twinkle in his eyes that made me giggle. Then he doused the lights and left.

My thoughts swirled around my head. I don’t know how long it was before I finally fell asleep.

The next morning I woke up when Killick came in with a bowl with warm water. Though, I did not let him know I was awake. I needed to think about what happened the last night.

I felt hungry and finally slipped off the hammock, washed me and dressed me again in the linen pants, shirt and vest. When it knocked at the door I bid them enter.

Jack and Doctor Maturin walked in, “Good morning, my lady” both greeted me. “Sleep well?” Doctor Maturin added.

I welcomed them and replied to Dr Maturin.  "Yes, thank you, Doctor."  I looked at Jack.  He smiled at me with a twinkle in his eyes.

“Do you want something for breakfast?” I gently asked the two men. As if awaiting this question, Jack turned his head “Killick there!” He briskly called his steward. Killick entered with a huge tray full of the good things for a breakfast on a ship.

Chapter Two