The Flower That Never Sets (01-30) Author: Unknown

Word Count: 92538

I. Pirates

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

"Hmm."

John stood at the bow, his hands gripping the ship's edge. His face, tanned and red from the sea wind, was as somber as the overcast sky. His narrow eyes stared blankly at the turbulent sea. After hearing the question from the shirtless man behind him, he sighed deeply.

"But… Captain, our ship can't withstand 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, Captain John suddenly flew into a rage, throwing his most prized pirate hat at his first mate's face. "Don't ask me about these things anymore. Ask that damned fat pig! That bastard who only knows how to grab gold bars! I shouldn't have let him on board. I'll definitely tell the governor about this and send him to hell!"

The captain, his chest heaving with rage, stood before his first mate, Baker, shrugging helplessly as he stepped away from the bow. He reached out and felt the damp, almost dripping sea breeze, a sudden panic gripping him. "What to do? No, this can't go on. I have a beautiful wife, 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 wave 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 screams jolted him from his reverie.

"Ugh...! No, no, it hurts so much, please, ugh...! Let me go..."
"Oh...! Fuck, beautiful Eastern girl, haha...! Ahh..., this really isn't my fault, I swear to God, oh! Your body is so captivating, such a tight and smooth vulva, it makes me unable to resist possessing you again, don't be afraid, when we return to my kingdom, oh! You will be mine, ah, my first female slave."

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

Red and green strips of cloth were scattered all over the floor. 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 buckets, spread wide apart, swinging her fat buttocks, violently slamming against her pearl-like buttocks.

Occasionally, glimpses of their joined bodies would appear from the corner of their tuxedos. 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 sensed what would happen from the first day he brought the 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. 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 orifice. Watching the white foam squeezed out from their union and listening to the girl's incessant cries, Beck's breathing grew heavier.

"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 hegemony. 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 in 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 strong, 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 ill-fitting. Her small hand, holding a crossbow, revealed half of her pale wrist; her skin was smoother than the brightest pearl. Her eyes were tightly closed, her brows slightly furrowed, and her teeth biting her lower lip, giving her a look of resigned acceptance of death. However, her deathly pale oval face and her constantly trembling breasts betrayed her inner terror.

"Almighty God!" Beck silently cried out 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 blinked a few times, and her almond-shaped eyes slowly opened. She watched as the foreign pirate slowly sheathed his sharp sword. Thinking of her brush with death, the sudden loss of that intense mental pressure left her feeling utterly powerless. "You—! You're not going to kill me?" "

Looking into the girl's slightly fearful, pure, black gem-like eyes, Beck felt a tremor in his heart. 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... well, woman, we have other uses for you."

II. Dilemma

"Other uses? You mean selling her as a slave?" The girl's eyes suddenly lit up, and she turned around, handing over a pouch 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?"

Beck held the palm-sized pouch, looking at the thumb-sized pearls and dazzling gems inside. He was beyond shocked. "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."

Beck felt like he was going to faint. Was this his lucky goddess? Overwhelmed with excitement, he couldn't tell if it was the lure of money or the realization that he had finally found a reason to spare the girl. "Ivan, it's not that I don't want to kill her, but that I can't. Go in peace. I'll take care of your mother and sister."
Only when the girl put on Ivan's clothes and followed him back to the pirate ship did Baker realize something: this girl could speak English? However, he was rather oblivious and quickly ignored it. After settling the girl in his bedroom, the ship's alarm suddenly sounded.

It was the Spanish fleet—ten six-masted sailing ships. In their hasty response, the pirates lost four more ships. Having just broken through the Spanish encirclement, they were ambushed by the Ming Dynasty fleet. Only three battered six-masted ships remained, hastily fleeing towards the Indian Ocean.

Baker hadn't slept for a day and a night. Having just escaped danger, he wanted to go back and get some 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 brought aboard 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 blankly, suddenly felt his authority challenged. He pulled his enormous penis out of the girl's small, sweet hole, strode his thick, barrel-like legs to a chair beside her, 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, not even by Her Majesty the Queen. Fearing the enraged Nerenga, Beck 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..."

Beck 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 Beck 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 smooth, even lines. 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?

Although he felt angry and bitter, his penis involuntarily hardened beneath his canvas shorts, a sinful urge rising within him. He felt a surge of desire, a urge to seduce him. He felt a surge of urge to seduce him, a urge to seduce him. Baker put
one arm around the girl's waist, and with the other, supported her long legs, gently lifting her up.

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