The Flower That Never Sets (by liukai0606)

1. Pirates

"Captain, a storm is coming. Should we continue sailing?" "Hmm."

John stood on the bow, his hands gripping the edge of the ship. His face, tanned red and bruised by the sea wind, was as gloomy as the overcast sky. His narrow eyes stared blankly at the surging currents of the sea. After hearing the question from the shirtless man behind him, he sighed deeply.

"But... Captain, our ship can't withstand the ravages of the waves anymore, even if..." "Shut up, Baker! Do you think I don't know?! Do I need you to remind me?!" Before the man could finish speaking, Captain John suddenly flew into a rage, throwing his most cherished pirate hat at his first mate's face. "Don't ask me about these things anymore, go ask that damn fat pig, that bastard who only knows how to grab gold bars! I shouldn't have agreed to let him on board in the first place. I'll definitely tell the governor about this, and he'll be going to hell!" Watching the captain's chest heaving and his face contorted with rage, First mate Baker looked helpless, shrugged, and left the bow of the ship. He reached out and felt the damp, almost dripping sea breeze, his heart... Suddenly, a wave of panic washed over him. "What should I do? No, this can't go on! I have a beautiful wife and lovely children. I can't die here!" Thinking of the dozen or so Ming Dynasty ships still chasing him and the fat man indulging in revelry in the cabin, a sense of powerlessness washed over him. "The governor's nephew, the speaker's daughter's fiancé—neither of their status is something I, a mere first mate, can compare to. How can I persuade him? Even the captain has been reprimanded; what can I do? Undoubtedly, he's been terrified by the Ming Dynasty's gunboats and doesn't even have the courage to turn back and fight." Baker walked along, lost in thought, until he found himself deep inside the cabin. A burst of wild laughter and terrified cries snapped him out of his reverie.

"Ugh! No, no! It hurts! Please, ugh! Let me go..." "Oh! Fuck, beautiful Eastern girl, hahaha! Ahhh, this really isn't my fault, I swear to God, oh!" "Your body is so captivating, your vagina so tight and smooth," it makes me want to possess you again. Don't be afraid, when we return to my kingdom, oh! You are mine, ah, my first slave girl."

"Poor girl, damned fat pig Henry, you really deserve to go to hell!" The hatch was wide open, and Beck's eyes immediately turned red as he watched the sinful scene unfolding inside.

The floor was covered with red and green strips of cloth. Their nominal supreme leader, Henry, wearing a baggy tailcoat on his upper body and completely naked from the waist down, had the Eastern girl who had once haunted his dreams pressed down on the table. Her two fat legs, like water buckets, were spread wide apart, and her plump buttocks were violently slamming against her pearly buttocks.

Occasionally, glimpses of their joined bodies would appear from the corner of their tuxedos, and Beck even doubted his own eyes. How could such a tight and delicate vagina accommodate Henry's thick penis? Watching the frail girl moan and whimper beneath Henry, Beck suddenly felt an immense pain in his heart. Although he had known what would happen from the first day he brought this girl into the cabin, he still couldn't accept the reality before his eyes. Beck

didn't know why he felt this way, nor what this heartache and pain meant. It was like having his most beloved knight's sword stolen by someone else. He could swear that he had never felt this way in his twenty-six years of life.

"What's wrong with me?" Beck's eyes were bloodshot as he stared intently at the point where the two were joined. Henry's penis was as large as he was, wildly thrusting into the girl's alluring three-inch-wide cave. Watching the white foam squeezed out from their union and listening to the girl's incessant cries, Beck's breathing gradually became heavy.

"No, I don't like this feeling. It must be because I took her money but had to give her to Lord Henry. I feel guilty. Yes, that must be it. Damn it, I'm a pirate! Why should I feel guilty? Or maybe it's because I haven't been with a woman in a long time..." Baker, while stroking his swollen penis under his greasy canvas skirt, searched for various reasons in his not-so-bright mind to relieve the oppression in his heart.

His thoughts suddenly drifted back to six days ago when John received intelligence from his Ming Dynasty that a merchant ship loaded with jewels and silk would depart from the Ming court for the South Seas. John did not want to go to sea because the Ming Dynasty's navy had developed rapidly in recent years, with some ships even capable of rivaling their warships. Moreover, this was a crucial time for competing with Spain for maritime supremacy. It was indeed not advisable to go to war with the behemoth that was the Ming Dynasty in the East. If the Spanish and Portuguese fleets discovered them, Britain's interests in the South Seas would definitely be affected, which would be an immeasurable loss.

However, the governor's son, who was visiting the East India Company, heard about this and immediately put it on the agenda, even personally overseeing the operation. This young master, though uneducated, had long yearned for the legends of pirates. Besides, piracy was a sideline of the Sixth Fleet. Therefore, although John was resistant, he couldn't openly oppose it. Thinking that with caution, success wasn't impossible, and considering the tons of gold on the ships, John finally agreed. Thus, the Sixth Fleet stationed in India shed their sailor uniforms and donned pirate attire.

The first three days went smoothly, and the sailors were exceptionally excited—provided, of course, that the disgusting fat pig Henry didn't interfere. After the twelve warships rested at a base north of Ryukyu, the pirates finally received the information they needed: three merchant ships had set sail and would arrive at Malacca two days later.

John followed them all the way, choosing an ambush point two hundred nautical miles from Malacca. This wasn't their territory, so there was nothing to worry about. If they waited until the merchant ship passed through Malacca, they wouldn't only be unable to attack, but they would also have to protect it. An accident on their territory would be an unforgivable insult.

Before dawn, the nominal supreme commander, Henry, gave the order, and the flames of evil ignited on the azure sea. To their surprise, the merchant ship was concealed with dozens of massive cannons, and the resistance was exceptionally fierce. When a cannonball landed a dozen meters from their flagship, Baker witnessed the pig-like Henry wet himself in fear, fleeing into the cabin with his entourage amidst the mocking gazes of the crowd.

The battle, originally scheduled to end in an hour, lasted three times longer. After losing two two-masted warships, Baker led his pirates onto the merchant ship. To his surprise, the sailors on the merchant ship were no ordinary sailors; he had never seen such a stubborn resistance after a warship had been lost. Although these men were incredibly powerful, they were too few. All three hundred of them were torn to shreds by the enraged pirates.

Baker, his boots stained with blood, watched as the excited pirates carried out large quantities of silk, tea, and gold from the ship's hold. Just as they were about to leave the ship, Baker felt a sudden chill. He sensed a fleeting killing intent—a unique ability of the Neruga people, a premonition of danger that made them synonymous with powerful warriors.

Beck drew his sword and, without hesitation, walked towards the direction from which the murderous intent had come. As he kicked down the inconspicuous wooden wall, a flash of cold light appeared, and an arrow flew past his ear, embedding itself in his follower's throat. Seeing his follower's unseeing death, Beck was enraged. This soldier who had served him for two years had fallen to such a despicable arrow. The next moment, the tip of his sword was pressed against the man's throat.

Beck's sword was well-maintained; he meticulously polished it with butter every day, making it undoubtedly extremely sharp. But now, this blade, capable of piercing even cowhide, could not pierce the skin as thin as a cicada's wing. Beck struggled to suppress his wildly pounding heart. He had dozens of reasons to kill the man before him, but his hand defied his will, or perhaps followed the deepest desire within him.

The girl wore a red and green short-sleeved shirt and trousers that seemed a little ill-fitting. Her small hand holding the crossbow revealed half of her pale wrist, her fair skin smoother than the brightest pearl. Her eyes were tightly closed, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, and her pearly teeth biting her lower lip, giving her a look of resolute acceptance of death. However, her deathly pale oval face and her constantly trembling breasts betrayed the terror in her heart.

"Almighty God!" Beck cried out silently in his heart, "How could you create such a beautiful girl? Are you testing me? I confess to you, I have failed the test. If I kill her, even if I don't go to hell, I will spend the rest of my life in turmoil!" After a while, the girl seemed to sense something. Her eyelashes fluttered a few times, and her almond-shaped eyes slowly opened. She watched as the foreign pirate slowly sheathed his sharp sword. Thinking about her brush with death, the sudden loss of that extremely intense mental pressure left her feeling utterly powerless. "You! You're not going to kill me?"

Looking into the girl's slightly frightened, pure black gem-like eyes, Beck trembled. She was truly beautiful, like an angel stepping out of a painting. Hearing her weak and feeble question, even this ruthless pirate felt somewhat at a loss. "Uh! As for this... woman, we have other uses for her." "

Second, the dilemma

: 'Other uses? You mean selling her as a slave?' The girl's eyes suddenly lit up. She turned around and handed him a bag about the size of two fists. 'Sir, I request to redeem myself. Of course, I will only pay the remaining half if you guarantee my safety. Is that alright?'

Baker held the palm-sized bag, looking at the thumb-sized pearls and dazzling gems inside. He was speechless with shock. 'My God, this is only half? After five years of being both an official and a bandit, I haven't even accumulated a tenth of this wealth.'

Baker felt dizzy. Was this his lucky charm? He was overwhelmed with excitement, unable to distinguish whether it was the lure of money or the fact that he had finally found a reason to let the girl go. 'Ivan, it's not that I don't want to kill her, but that I can't. Go in peace. I will take care of your mother and sister.' Just as the girl put on Ivan's clothes and followed him back to the pirate ship, Baker remembered something: this girl could speak English?" However, he was somewhat oblivious and quickly overlooked the fact that after he settled the girl in his bedroom, the ship's alarm suddenly sounded.

It was the Spanish fleet, ten six-masted sailing ships. In the hasty battle, the pirates lost four more ships. Just as they broke through the Spanish fleet's encirclement, they were ambushed by the Ming Dynasty fleet. Only three battered six-masted ships managed to break free and speed towards the Indian Ocean.

Baker hadn't slept for a day and a night. Having just escaped danger, he wanted to go back and rest, but he received a message from Captain John. In the captain's cabin, he was severely scolded and ordered to send the girl he had taken on board without permission to Henry. Otherwise, Henry would report the matter to the governor.

"Beautiful Eastern angel, I had no choice. Please forgive my selfishness." Faced with absolute power, Baker felt only utter helplessness. "

...

Hey, little pirate, come here! Are you deaf? I'm calling you, sir." Baker, lost in memories and regret, was suddenly jolted awake by a loud voice. "Oh, sir, you called me?"

"Who else could it be but me? Is there anyone else here? You idiot!" Henry, pressed against the girl's soft, boneless body, looked at Baker in the doorway with disgust, his fat face jiggling as he huffed, "I'm tired, sir. Wipe your filthy hands clean and come serve me."

Looking at Henry's disdainful gaze, Baker felt a surge of uncontrollable rage. "You damned fat pig, why don't you go to hell? No, even hell wouldn't accept such a filthy thing as you." "Hmm!" What are you still standing there for, you idiot? Didn't you hear what I said?! Henry, seeing Baker standing there dumbfounded, suddenly felt his authority challenged. He withdrew his massive penis from the girl's delicate opening, strode his thick, barrel-like legs to a nearby chair, lit a cigar, narrowed his eyes, and said in a sinister tone, "What, are you going to disregard the authority of the Governor's Palace and the Council? I'll give you one more chance, you foolish Nerenga, don't try to provoke me."

Baker felt himself about to explode with rage. The Nerenga had been defeated, but honor could not be tarnished; even Her Majesty the Queen had to be wary. The enraged Nerenga man suddenly recalled his father's words as he left: "Baker, the Nerenga are upright and brave. We will not allow anyone to insult our dignity. However, we are even less adept at concealing our anger. When you are angry, think of your mother, your wife, and your children first..."

Baker took a deep breath, slowly unclenching his clenched fist. He silently walked to Henry's side, looking at the filthy penis beneath Henry's oversized tailcoat, and said with resentment, "Sir, what do I need to do!" "Hmph! What a piece of trash." Henry took a drag of his cigarette, blowing it towards Baker standing beside him, seemingly enjoying the thrill of power. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "Is such a strong, muscular body something to look good with, hmph!" "It's your honor to serve you, sir, and play with my woman. Go, embrace my little angel, let her beautiful and alluring honey cave envelop my hardness..."

Baker turned to the side, looking at the girl lying on the table, seemingly exhausted. Her back, glistening with fragrant sweat, had such a smooth and even line. Her snow-white skin was like the smoothest silk, without a single flaw, a thousand times more beautiful than his wife's skin, which was full of large pores.

Her waist was as slender as a willow branch, which he could easily wrap his arms around. Below her slender waist were her slightly trembling, round and plump buttocks. If it weren't for the deep cleft between her buttocks, and the filthy, wide-open hole right in front of him, he would even doubt whether it was really her who had just endured the pounding of the fat pig Henry. How could such a slender waist bear the body of that fat pig?

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