A rousing story of adventure on the high seas, Naked Launch: Book Two picks up the intertwined stories of Alan Steele, Malcolm Lowe and Henry Morgan where Book One leaves off.
Now mature and toughened men who met as callow youths looking for adventure and the chance to make their fortunes, Alan and Malcolm are infamous masters of their own pirate ship while Henry has chosen a more conventional path but still loves and respects his old friends. Alan and Malcolm command a ship crewed by gay pirates who work, eat, sleep and love naked as nature intended while waging war on puritanical Spanish traders and plantation owners.
Equal parts 17th-century adventure tale and sly utopian fantasy, Naked Launch: Book Two is a captivating mix of historical drama and sultry romance, rendered with meticulous attention to period detail.
Captain Alan Steele decided the moment had come and let his officers know at a meeting in the great cabin. They had passed completely from the dangers of cold weather and the sailmaker had completed the task to which he had been put.
“You swabs present a sore sight with your many-colored breeches… and most of poor fit.”
He smiled as the ringing of laughter floated up to him.
“We sail a neat ship, trim and sleek.”
There was a mumble of assent.
“Harold Burke, our sailmaker, has been hard at work to make a flag of our own to fit this ship and to fit the crew. Now, how would it look for a ship so neat in its own colors to have a crew so ill kept?
The men exchanged glances in search of meaning.
“From this day, all men will be in uniform. Mr. Burke has hung our flag ‘tween decks. All hands are to proceed there to see this flag. You will also dispense with your clothing before returning on deck to learn of what you will wear in uniformity.”
At first glace, it was but the Jolly Roger; second glances started snickers racing through the group. The bones looked like bones, yet were actually crossed phalluses, their lower ends with close testicles and the upper ends being flared cockheads, complete with markings for orifices. The skull was as a skull would be, but the eye sockets were like frontal views of glans with slits marked like pupils. Nostrils formed a downward hanging shaft and led to another glans, which was the mouth. When laughter mounted, ringing with a mark of appreciation, Thomas led the ascent to the deck.
“Captain wishes a word with you,” Malcolm announced.
No man failed to utter a gasp as Alan got up from his crouched position behind the rail. Their eyes fixed on him without wandering while he spoke. Many failed to hear his words for their attention on him.
“You are now equipped with your attire for the remainder of the voyage! All clothing which you left below will be stored and will be available only when we are in port.
“Gentlemen! I must call you that, for you are all Gentlemen of Fortune. You are on a pirate ship… My aim is not for loot. My aim is to wipe out men who have little regard toward their fellow men!”
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