All the while they would grin with this wicked expression on their face that now the white woman who once would have been able to order their whipping...could be whipped at their husband’s whim.Afterwards, we were given an opportunity to shit and piss on the ground in a small ditch besides the barn. We were no longer permitted the modesty of considering lady-like ablutions or emissions in private. We were made to call it shit and piss and speak in vulgar terms about our bodies for we were trained. Everything was packed so we didn't leave anything behind.Purples, and blues, gave way to lighter softer greens and straw tones peppered with the dark green and yellow of the gorse or the mauves and white of heath and heather. Wraiths of mists sighed over the hillsides, the sheep started to graze, and we heard a fox bark somewhere to our left. The sky lightened and the birds commenced their dawn chorus. Fucking singing birds. What the fuck had they to be so fucking cheerful about? All they. _____________________________________________________________________________________Two nights later the friends were back at Joan’s place as the boys had gone out to play pool. They were lounging in a bedroom when Joan came in.“Ladies we have a couple of regular customers in the living room if you are interested.”Holding hands the two of them followed after Joan. Everyone was surprised at the results. Waiting in the living room was Ralph and Ed.“Ralph, Ed what are you doing here?” a shocked. I swung round to see what ship had inflicted this damage upon us and could make out, in the distance, a British vessel, likely one of the ones harbored at St. Roger when we made our escape. Then I saw the true cause of the lamentations issuing from members of the crew in a state of most untypical Pandemonium. For there, on the quarter deck, her face and exposed breasts and vast belly covered in crimson, lay our captain Miranda, gasping with what one had to take to be her last breaths in this.