The loneliness was chilling into the core of her bones.  Her heart was heavy as she thought over all the mistakes she made with her lover.  She shook her head as she rattled off indifference, boredom, neglect, anger and jealousy.   How could she treat someone she loved more than anyone else in the world as if she were a doormat upon which to clean her feet?  Tears poured silently down her cheeks as she recalled when her lover told her it was over.  She had told her she was moving on to someone who really did love and care for her.  It was over, no second chances.  Final! 

It was late summer.  The beach, cold and barren, stretched for miles on either side of her.  The blistery wind blowing across the sand matched her tangled mind as she walked along the waters edge.  The tide had gone out and the sand seemed to stretch out indefinitely. There was no one else around as far as she could see.  No boats passed across the horizon.  There was nothing but emptiness to see her pain as great sobs finally burst forth, causing her to drop to her knees in agony.  She cried as her soul broke over her profound loss.  Her heart shattered into a million unmatched pieces.  Exhaustion finally caught up with her and she lay back in the sand as sleep overtook her body. 

High above the cliff on Lookout Point, a woman watched as the single, lone figure wandered aimlessly along the beach.  She picked up her looking glass and focused on the figure below her.  She could see the pain and heart break etched upon her face, the slumped position of defeat in her body.  She too knew days and nights of loneliness, craving for the warmth of her lovers arms.  She watched day in and day out, staring out at the water, hoping her lover would return from her watery grave.  Her lover never came back but others would appear upon occasion needing her help. 

The woman on the cliff dropped her looking glass and began the treacherous descent down the cliff’s face.  She scaled down with steady precision, the toes of her boots finding niches along the cliff’s wall.  Her fingers clung to the rocks jutting along its face as slowly she moved lower.  Near the bottom, she nimbly dropped lower as her goal was easily within reach.  She looked ahead of her and saw the young woman lying back in the sand, sleeping undisturbed. 

She walked over to the sleeping woman and stood with her feet braced apart.  She stared down and saw the ravaged streaks upon her face.  Her sword dangled from her hip as she moved closer to the woman.  The sun glinted from its shiny bright blade, reflecting upon the grieving woman’s face. 

The sleeping woman slowly opened her eyes.  The bright light glowing from the metal object in front of her blinded her vision.  She couldn’t see who it was.  She could see nothing about the person standing in front of her.  Her despair began to turn to fear.  She attempted to rise from the sand but an arm stretched out, stopping her. 

“Please… Please don’t cry or be afraid,” a soft husky voice pleaded. 

She looked up as the clouds hid behind the sun.  Finally, she was able to see the person hovering over her. 

The person was dressed in knee-high soft leather boots with a wide band flaring out at the top of the boot.  The skintight pants were black and hugged the muscles of the thighs.  She saw a bright white shirt with billowing sleeves and wide full collar with pointed tips.  The jet-black hair was streaming out behind the person’s head, whipped about in the air by the strong gusts of wind.  The woman lying on the beach noted the new leather belt with a long curved sword dangling from a shiny scabbard on the left side of the person’s waist.  She was frightened. 

“Shuuu… There is nothing to fear,” the voice reassuring said again. “I am here to help you.” 

The woman watched as the figure slowly unbuckled the sword and let it drop carelessly onto the sand.  She could hear the waves, as they seemed to increase in volume by the silence around her.  The coolness of the water brushed the soles of her feet.  She was tempted to jump up and run away but something in the liquid grey eyes of the person standing over her held her motionless. 

She pulled back slightly as the person slowly moved downward lying over her, pressing their bodies together.  She was suffused by a warm burning glow as soon as the body covered hers.  Unexpected warmth reached deep inside of her, making her reach up to touch the person hovering over her body.  Her arms moved without any intentional guidance to pull the warm body down on top of her own.  As their bodies touched, white-hot molten flame shot through the woman’s body, setting her senses on fire. 

With shyness, the woman moved her arms until her hands rested against the back of the person pressed down upon her.  It was at that moment she realized, it was a she-pirate lying molded against her body and not a man.  She relaxed even more as the blood began to rush through her veins, heating her up when the she-pirate began to brush feather soft kisses along her neck.  She had not felt tenderness and yes, passion for a long, long time.  She pulled the she-pirate tighter against her body as the kisses became harder and longer, pushing firmly against the tender pulse in the center of her throat.  She felt the waves lapping over her feet adding to the erotic sexual state she was entering. 

The woman moved her hands lower and ran them over the firm buttock beneath the skintight pants.  She pulled the she-pirate’s pelvis tight against her own as her hips rose to meet the inferno between them. She felt her breasts touched by the pirate as firm hands and long fingers encircled each breast.   

The pirate methodically massaged the tender tissue in her hands as she continued to kiss and nip her way across the woman’s neck and shoulders.  She could feel her responses as hands gripped her own hips, pulling them tighter together.  She began to rock gently back and forth against the woman’s pelvis beneath her.  She could feel her tilting her womanhood up to match their bodies more tightly together.  She deepened her kisses, as she massaged and pulled on the breasts in her hands.  She could feel the woman’s nipples hardening under the palms of her hands as she increased her caresses. 

The woman felt the water as it crept closer covering her knees, creating tingling paths up her thighs to the center of her womanhood.  She burned, she ached, she desired, and she craved more from the body plastered to hers.  Her desires were answered as she felt the pirate moving from her neck to her breasts.  A warm mouth covered her right breast and suckled her nipple deep inside with only the material of her shirt between them.  Her body responded by arching upward, grinding hard into the warmth lying on top of her.  The waves crashed against her core of desire, flaming the burning heat raising its head as she felt the pull of an overwhelming climax beginning to build within her pelvis.   

The pirate pushed up with her arms until she lifted her chest from the woman below her.  She looked down into her face and saw that the despondency was replaced with raw passion.  She rocked her lower body harder against the woman’s outspread legs as she watched the water cover the breasts she had been suckling.  The woman threw back her head and tossed it side to side as her passion climbed higher still.  She continued rocking harder, thrusting firmly against the woman’s budding flower as the waves continued upward, encircling the woman’s neck even now. 

The woman felt her maidenhead burning and aching for release from the incredible dam of eroticism that was building inside her body.  Water suffused the outside of her body and wrapped her in a contrasting coldness that only heightened the flames burning out of control within her.  She tossed her head uncontrollably side to side, as she felt the emotions inside of her preparing to burst outward. 

The pirate thrust even harder as she felt the quickening in the pelvis beneath her.  The woman’s climax slammed outward as she lifted their bodies into the air while her voice keened loudly into the silent horizon.  She leaned down and covered the woman’s mouth in a deep and final series of kisses.  Opening her mouth and pressing against the one below her, she began to make love to the woman’s mouth. 

The woman felt her body suffused with hundreds of lightening bolts as her climax slammed through her with a power she had never felt before.  As she reached her peak, the pirate’s lips descended to cover her mouth.  She could taste the saltiness of her lips, the wet, wet penetration of her tongue as it entered her mouth.  The salty taste infused her whole mouth as the kisses deepened.  Her breath was stolen from her as the taste traveled lower and entered her lungs.  Within seconds, her breathing stopped and she knew no more.  Life was gone.  

The pirate slowly lifted away from the lifeless woman and stood once more looking down upon her.  After watching the water wash completely over the woman several times, she finally spoke aloud. 

Lifting her face to the heavens she said, “Darling, I can’t bring you back to me no matter what I wish for, pray for or do.  I can ease some other poor soul that the sea claims more gently than the fierce, frightening way in which you drowned.  I have led another along the path to this endless journey with you.  Watch after her and take care of her, for she needs you now as much as I do.”  

Forgetting her sword still lying beside the now spiritless woman, the pirate slowly made her climb back to the tops of the cliffs where she once more stood in silent watch, searching and waiting for her lover who never returned from the sea. 

The next morning a crowd gathered around the woman’s lifeless body as they speculated why someone would take their own life with so many years left to live.  They noted the old and tarnished pirate’s sword with the brittle nearly dissolved scabbard lying next to her and wondered why she would have brought it to the sea with her.  The body was covered and removed from the beach, one more statistic recorded as death by accidental drowning, no foul play.

Continued in the sequel High Tides