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Chapter 10: Truth
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Jake and the Castaway Daughters
a Novelette by Varkel
Spring, 2000
CHAPTER 10: Truth
The young naval officer clicked his boot heels together and
saluted smartly. "Lt. Pierre LeContreau reporting as ordered, my
captain."
Maurice duValier, naval captain despite his present command of one
company of marines, one sloop of war, and a dozen islands
containing some 12,000 Marquesan natives -- plus a few French
priests without whom captain, marines and warsloop would be
basking in the vicinity of the Seine or at least Marseilles
instead of this god-forsaken outpost of ungovernable cannibals,
looked up from his desk and nodded to acknowledge the salute. His
sweeping handlebar mustache drooped further in a scowl. "You are
late, lieutenant."
"Because of the storm, my captain. The rocks protect this harbor
but make navigating it chancy when the wind is high."
"That excuse is getting old, lieutenant."
"Oh, have I used it before?"
The captain smiled. "But I admit it is a good one. Without
orders to risk it, the safety of your ship comes first. If word
got to Hiva-oa that it had gone on the rocks, we should have an
uprising in no time."
"Yes, we should. Thank you, my captain."
"I do not complain very much today. Why I have called you is not
urgent -- that is, it is not urgent today though it might have
been a year ago."
"A year?"
"Yes. You no doubt recall the white girl, ah, Clister -- what an
abominable English name; you would think the Americans had learned
better -- Clister Marie Meron. Good French family name, that.
But she insists on being American. And Chinese." He shrugged.
"Has some ill befallen her, sir?"
"Not as it is normally reckoned." The captain smiled sourly.
"Three months ago she gave birth, quite easily, thanks to God, to
a healthy male infant who suckles the breast lustily as you or I
might. As the child of a white mother born in the Marquesas, I am
constrained by the admiral's sentiment to record it properly after
due and diligent investigation, especially considering the
mother's age and circumstances."
"I see. I wrote a report on her rescue, my captain."
"Yes, including a copy for the admiral." Capt. duValier scowled
again. "Too bad you didn't misplace that one." His face cleared.
"Or maybe not. There is more to this business than you knew.
Look at this paper, the part I have circled. You read English,
don't you?"
"Yes, sir, a little." The lieutenant took the offered item. It
was a clipping from a Lloyds shipping journal.
<Fleeting Star, 6,000 ton clipper of U.S. registry, out of Canton
bound for New York, cargo tea and misc., overdue six months in
mid-Pacific, Harvey G. Norris, Master, ins. cat. 8. Notable
passengers the Rev. Hosea Meron, Argentian Synod of China, and
three minor daughters.>
"My god!" The date had been retained at the top of the clipping.
It was about three months old.
"Meron is a good French name," the captain remarked, "but not so
common as all that. This girl, though discovered in an indigenous
outrigger, is nevertheless a link to that ship's disappearance."
"What does 'ins. cat. 8' mean?"
"That's the English abbreviation of 'Insurance Category.' It
means the ship and cargo were insured for at least eight million
pounds sterling."
"That sounds high."
"So presumably would be the salvage." The captain leaned back in
his seat. "Lt. LeContreau, pull up a chair. Then I want you to
tell me everything that happened on your ship relative to this
girl and everything she told you about herself. And, lieutenant,
when I say everything, I mean <everything>!"
* * *
"You actually saw her sucking his cock?"
"No, my captain, I did not see it in her mouth. Her back was
toward me and I was spying through a telescope. But when she
raised her head and turned to me, his cock was standing like a
flag pole."
"Then she told you that <all> the natives had fucked her?"
"Morning and night, she said. And I believed her. When I entered
the cabin, my ship's boy sat on the bunk while she sucked him to
climax on her knees. In fact my sudden entry -- I am not
accustomed to knocking at my own cabin -- startled her so that she
snapped back. He was just spending. His spunk streaked her face
and chest."
"Ha! I suppose you congratulated him."
"I prepared to thrash him savagely -- not for the cock sucking; he
was familiar with it and everyone knows ... well, you understand.
But for the arrogance of seducing her so swiftly. She had not
been aboard the Ellette longer than five minutes. He defended
himself by claiming she pushed <him> down and gobbled his cock. I
had to believe him, of course, because of witnessing her service
to the big native and because she was much too calm and nonchalant
to have just taken cock into mouth for the first time. I
proceeded to test my theory."
The captain suggested dryly, "But yes, with your own instrument?"
The younger man coughed. "May I first ascertain whether my
captain entertains the British sentiment against congress with
young girls?"
"Against? Who said the British are against it? In fact they
<love> it! It is only that they love making such things illegal
so much more. Their national sport is not cricket; it is catching
each other in these specious crimes.
"Seriously, what is the ancient advice? 'Old enough to bleed, old
enough to breed.' And that is my rule in this matter."
"Ah, thank you, my captain. Then, yes, sir, I did perform such a
test. She mouthed me with only the very least encouragement."
"What encouragement?"
"It had only to touch her lips."
"You had her tied down at the time?"
"No, no. I had laid hand -- actually the bedsheet -- upon her
only to the extent of cleansing off the cabin boy's spunk."
"Ah, so you consummated in her mouth?"
"Not at all! Mouths and bums are everywhere available on a
warship. Here was a unique opportunity. Which I seized."
"Thank you. That is very interesting." Something about the
captain's tone reminded his junior of a cat playing with a mouse.
"And who else seized that unique opportunity among your crew?"
"As a matter of fact, sir, <I> personally know only that Bou --
ah, the cabin boy, took her again that night. In his hammock, I
believe."
"You personally know. Ha! You are too good a ship captain not to
know everything that happens on your ship. Who else, lieutenant?"
"I believe she spent the night in the fo'c'sle. The duty watch
was quite incensed at such scandalous occurrences, or so I was
told. Its members, and the marine contingent, expressed many hard
feelings when she left the ship the next morning in Timuata. To
prevent a mutiny I had actually to dispatch my marines for a bevy
of native whores."
"You what? You let those scurvy creatures on your ship?"
"No, no, my captain? What do you take me for? We strung canvas
around the dock, of course."
"Of course. My apologies, lieutenant. You interviewed Marie in
your cabin, I believe. Did your report include everything she
told you of her history?"
"I believe so. It was very little that made sense. For example,
she said that the natives never took her anally, then amended it
to claim one time only."
"I refer to her life <before> taking up with the natives. How did
that happen, do you know?"
"I gather she was captured in some sort of gunfight."
"A gunfight." The senior nodded. "That is most serious. It
means that somehow some of the natives had acquired guns."
"Sir, didn't we always suppose they had some remaining from the
sandalwood boom of 20 years ago?"
"We never sighted any. Perhaps the guns belonged to the
defenders?"
"I think that is a reasonable conjecture. By the way, Marie told
me the leader's name: Tu'a-po."
"Yes, your report noted that. But again, what did she say about
her life before Tu'a-po? Did she mention the Fleeting Star?"
"No, sir. You understand, sir, at the time she knew no French and
my English was learned in the diplomatic service. It's not the
type young women speak."
The captain grinned sardonically. "Only those of a certain kind."
The lieutenant grinned back. "Well, yes. Despite her love of the
cock, I don't believe Marie was that kind. I knew of some slave
girls in Haiti trained at about her age to prefer oral service."
He coughed and continued, "She has been among us for twelve
months. Has she learned to speak our language? Excuse me.
Assuming the captain has reason to know."
"The captain has reason. She lives in my household."
"Indeed! Then has not the captain, ah, spoken --"
The older man waved a hand negligently. "Certainly we have
spoken. She has demonstrated youthful adeptness with the accent.
In addition to her arrival in the Marquesas, about which as you
say her information is more than slightly confusing, we have
discussed the identity of her son's father."
The lieutenant shrugged. "How can she know? I counted nine full
grown males in the two outriggers, as I reported, plus an
adolescent boy. All of them fucked her many times. Of course,
that was rape. No disgrace may attach to her."
The ruler of the Marquesas got to his feet, the lieutenant
necessarily following hastily. "Come with me, Pierre, I want to
show you something."
After a word with his marine guard the captain led his subordinate
into the private part of station, through two rooms at that moment
being tidied by female natives dressed only in skirts, to a closed
door on which he knocked. A muffled voice bid them enter. It
proved to be a frilly feminine bedroom.
Clister Marie Meron sat in a rocking chair, her blouse open,
holding a bundle to her breast: a babe, the lieutenant saw as he
neared. She evinced no embarrassment that the other nipple was
exposed, a drop of milk hanging from the tip. A second female, a
native from her skin and features, rose from the bed and bowed
toward the master. She wore only a full skirt plus a shell
necklace. Though a young woman, she exhibited large and heavy
breasts too full to jiggle as she moved. Milk trembled on the
tips of her nipples also. Another, larger babe kicked dark feet
in a basket behind her.
Marie smiled for the captain, but her eyes widened in recognition
of the lieutenant. "The ship master!" she declared. Her eyes
twinkled. "Have you come to save my baby, too?" Her French was
quite good, only slightly tainted with the English accent the
lieutenant had always found initially charming in women, however
much it cloyed after a few days.
"I am enchanted to see you again, Miss Marie," he intoned, "but
desolated that you have forgotten my name."
The captain smiled at her. "This is Lt. Pierre LeContreau, Marie,
master of the Ellette and my adjutant, when not rescuing beautiful
maidens. Do you credit him with saving you, then?"
She repeated the name, "Lt. Pierre LeContreau. But, yes, I
remember. I may call him Pierre only when we are alone." She
smiled roguishly at the lieutenant then replied to the captain,
"He thought he was saving me from the Hivans."
The captain grinned sardonically at his junior. "Marie and I have
discussed this. She remains unconvinced of the benefits of French
-- I should say <western> -- civilization."
Marie's eyes on the younger man were definitely twinkling. "Capt.
duValier has told me it is because I am a girl of very simple
tastes."
The lieutenant clamped his mouth shut, bowed and clicked his
heels.
Her face lit as she peered down past the form in her arms. "Oh,
do that again!"
"Eh?"
The captain chuckled. "Marie finds our military habits amusing --
some of them. You must keep in mind that she has only 13 years."
At that moment her baby emitted a squawk. She deftly transferred
him to the full breast, leaving the other, fully formed and
supporting a large puckered nipple, exposed to view. Both parts
had been significantly smaller the last time he saw them. He
admitted, staring, "It is hard to keep that in mind."
"For both of us. Marie, will you unwrap your son and permit me to
hold him for a moment?"
"Of course, sire." The swaddling cloth fell away and she raised
the child to the man. He took it and turned it for the
lieutenant's inspection. "What do you think of this?"
The younger man found himself the subject of bright blue eyes
above a milk-filled mouth. Of its masculinity no doubt might be
entertained. "Remarkable! But he has taken nothing at all from
his father."
"Not of color or feature," agreed the captain. "And yet, consider
the babe's chin. Have you ever seen such a prominent cleft on an
indigene?"
"No. Obviously it arrived through the mother."
"If so, she has no sign of it."
"Do you infer ..."
When the lieutenant's voice died away, the captain nodded. "Yes,
I do. This is a white man's child."
The junior gulped. "But, sir ..."
The captain smiled and asked the mother, "Marie, whom do you know
with such a cute chin?"
The answer was immediate. "Jake, under his beard."
"Is that a name?" asked the lieutenant. "<Jacques>?"
"Almost. Marie, who is the father of this child?"
"Jacob Higgins."
"And who is Jacob Higgins?"
"<Was>! I think the Hivans killed him when they took me away. He
was the man who showed us how to get water from the lifeboat. He
was the first to love me in the islands, and his cock was fatter
than all of yours."
"Thank you, Marie." The captain returned the babe to her. To his
junior he said, "I ask you again, what do you think?"
"Quite a testimonial!"
"Yes, from a girl of simple tastes. Here is one other item for
you to consider."
The captain went to the basket, pushed the cloths aside and raised
the darker babe aloft, presenting its frontal appearance, also
masculine, to the lieutenant. It stirred restlessly. "Racial
differences aside, what other obvious disparity with Marie's son
do you see?"
The junior studied the infant then chuckled. "Using Marie's
expression, I believe her son's cock must be twice as fat."
"Of course a babe's equipment may not hold to manhood, but it is
an indication that perhaps Marie's son did get one or two things
from his father after all."
He gave the dark baby, now fretful, to the native girl and
continued, "Marie can tell but little more that would be helpful
in verifying her story, though she is indeed one of the three
Meron sisters recorded by Lloyds and a survivor of the Fleeting
Star. It foundered in a storm somewhere nearby, as distances are
measured in mid-Pacific. My guess is the shoal above Eloa."
He turned back to the native, who had put the dark babe to her own
breast. "Lt. LeContreau, this is Ko'u-e, Marie's personal maid
and wet-nurse. No, don't get up, Ko'u-e."
The girl, who had started to rise, bowed her head and said softly,
"At your service, sir."
"Enchanted," the lieutenant intoned perfunctorily.
The captain said, "Ko'u-e, however, has been most helpful. Until
Marie the natives had never had untrammeled sexual access to a
white woman. Her, ah, youthful enthusiasm was noteworthy among
them. It caused a lot of talk. Also, as you know better than
anyone, quelling the uprising two years ago nearly eliminated the
outrigger canoe in these islands. Most natives must still put to
sea in rafts. These facts: stories of the insatiable white girl,
<two> outriggers on a mission, and the name of Tu'a-po, enabled
Ko'u-e to find the information we need. Tu'a-po abducted Marie
from the southern beach of the north island of the Eloa pair. His
scavengers may have killed a white man, probably this 'Jake,' but
a white woman shot two of them, one fatally, and drove them off
with a magic gun."
"A 'magic gun?'"
"Apparently a repeating pistol."
"So a white woman remains on the island?"
Marie spoke up. "My sister, Belle."
"As may be," said the captain. "Marie, thank you for seeing us
unannounced."
The girl smiled contentedly over her suckling babe. A drop of
milk had already appeared on the free nipple. Her eyes twinkled.
"The captain is welcome in my bedroom at anytime."
The man coughed behind his hand and turned toward the door. "Come
back to the office, Pierre. Marie has <two> sisters. I want you
to find them, if they still live." He added over his shoulder,
looking at the maid, "Ko'u-e is at your disposal, if you care to
interview her."
As they walked through the intervening rooms, the lieutenant made
bold to recall, "She said 'fatter than <all> of yours!'"
"So she said," admitted the captain with a chuckle. "I have yet
to meet a young girl more enthusiastic in that comparison or more
adept at the measure."
"I am amazed, sir, that the priests have let her continue so!"
"And rightly you should be, Pierre. A Protestant child in the
home of the Catholic French commandant? Scandalous! And why do
you suppose she resides here?"
The lieutenant retorted dryly, "She obviously <enjoys> your
protection, my captain. But may one ask how your lovely wife
regards that?"
"One may not, but I am certain that you, along with the rest of
the staff, understand my wife only too well."
The lieutenant choked and followed his superior into the office.
* * *
"These are so full and heavy, Ko'u-e."
"Why not? My son arrived only two weeks before Marie's."
"Where is the father?"
"Shit."
"They ate him? Why?"
"Because he loved me, a whore of the enemy. It is good you are
not Hivan."
"And good for me that you are."
"Oh? Are you tired of the captain's wife?"
"Isn't everyone? What amazes me is that <she> has not tired of
Marie."
"In color and body they could be mother and daughter. And in
opinion."
"Ah, but of course. My poor captain must put the best face on it
that he can find."
"Oh, he is accustomed to her whip!"
"So true, Ko'u-e, but what a thing to say about the commander of
the Marquesas! Did you forget that it was the captain himself who
put you at my disposal?"
"For an interview, I believe he said. Well, what are your
questions, my lieutenant?"
"I have been wondering about the flavor of your milk, Ko'u-e."
"You should ask at the source."
"My god! Does merely the thought of a mouth cause them to spray
so?"
"The cry of a babe can, anything at all when they are full. Oh!
I love the feel of that. A man's mouth is so vigorous! And your
mustache tickles divinely. Do take some more ... From the other
one, too."
"Perhaps later. Remember, I can hardly question you with my mouth
full."
"Then we should try another contact. But do take off your
undershirt, too."
"Yes, if I would keep it dry, eh? The bed is a bit cramped, but
if you raise this knee... Ah, yes, yes! Oh, my dear, you do fit
so perfectly!"
"Thank you, sir. How nice that a babe does not stretch one
permanently! Now you may ask your questions. I hope you have a
great many."
"Your French is almost perfect, better I believe than any other
Hivan. How do you manage that, Ko'u-e?"
"Come up just a little. My French? You may thank the captain's
wife. And her coach whip. She is a stern taskmistress,
especially of grammar and accent."
"Have you been with her long?"
"I had eleven years when I came here. That was four years ago...
Don't you have some more questions?"
"Only the one. Shall I discharge into your womb?"
"We believe that it is harmless so long as the babe sucks. Oh, my
god, Pierre! This I love the most. Oh, do me! Do me!
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