When we came to the rack the tour guide said, “And this is how they created players for the NBA.”
Most everyone chuckled. We completed the tour of the lower level. The guide told us to stick around for the firing of the cannon at noon. I handed the guide $5 as we exited the lower level. The firing of the cannon was in 15 minutes so we waited around. We took pictures of each other standing by one of the cannons. In a few seconds a young boy came over and offered to take a picture of us together. I tipped him. A group was gathering and we joined them. Again I noticed men taking obvious notice of Cinnamon. A young man was telling the group about the cannon. He was going to fire the 12-pounder with no cannonball loaded, but was going to load it with a partial charge. He prepared the cannon and shot it with a loud boom. The cannon rocked back a short distance then rolled back in place.
We left and grabbed a quick lunch, then headed for Ardastra Gardens. I paid for our admission. We walked along the path with our arms around each other. We looked at several of the plants and animals that were on display. We got to the center of the gardens. There was a open area with benches arranged in a semi-circle. People were gathering for “The March of the Flamingos” show that was scheduled to occur in about 15 minutes. The trainer stepped out and soon the flamingos followed. They paraded around the circle. The trainer asked if anyone would like to step into the circle and have the flamingos surround them. I encouraged Cinnamon to go out so I could get a few pictures. The flamingos surrounded her and I took several pictures. After the show ended we walked over to the sea life area. There were a number of fish and other interesting sea creatures. We came around the corner and there was a large shallow pool with a number of sea turtles.
A man came out and asked, “Would like to see the turtles close up.”
“Yes!” we said in unison.
He stepped into the pool and secured one of the turtles. Additional people gathered around the pool. He brought the turtle over to the side of the pool.
“This is a green sea turtle,” he explained.
He allowed us to touch the back of it’s shell. He then tipped the turtle up with it’s head and front flippers in the air. We touched the shell on its stomach. It was smoother than the shell on it’s back. He gave others the same opportunity. He next secured another turtle.
“This is a hawksbill turtle,” he said.
This turtle had a curved beak and beautiful shell and skin coloration. It was much smaller than the other turtle and he was able to lift it completely out if the water. It flapped it’s front flippers and looked like it was trying to fly.
“I can’t let you touch it. It may bite,” he warned.
He had a box for donations and I left a generous one. We walked into the gift shop.
Cinnamon tugged on my arm and whispered, “Don’t buy anything made out of turtle shells. Sea turtles are endangered and you can’t take turtle products into the U.S.”
There was a lot of turtle shell jewelry. Much of it was fairly expensive. The next display case had a selection of couch shell jewelry. When Cinnamon was looking at some other items, I purchased 2 necklaces with a conch shell pendant shaped like a heart. We left the gift shop and went to her car.
“What did you buy?” Cinnamon asked.
“Something for my mother,” I answered.
“Do you still want to try to find Blackbeard’s Tower?”, Cinnamon asked.
“Yes, let’s try! It was east of Fort Montagu on the road along the water,” I informed her.
We drove to the place I had seen the sign the day before. We drove a little farther. We saw a sign by a gravel area big enough for maybe 4 cars to park. We parked next to the only car already parked there. The sign indicated we should go up a narrow trail that was not well maintained. I was walking behind Cinnamon only because she had gotten to the start of the path first. I watched her rear end as she walked in front of me. It was round and wonderfully shaped. It bounced in front of me. The trail got steeper as we went. An old stone structure came into sight as the path became a crumbling set of stone steps.
“We are almost there,” I said to Cinnamon.
A couple came down the stairs toward us. I recognized the woman first, then the man. They were the couple from the hotel hot tub the day I arrived. She smiled at me as she passed me. He took a good look at Cinnamon, but scowled at me. We got to the tower. There was a metal sign that that difficult to read because it was corroded. It said a little about the tower. It was built in the 1700’s, but the builders are not known for certain. We went into the tower and managed to climb to the top. From the top we had a good view of the east end of the harbor. You could see why this would be a good vantage point to see incoming ships and make some kind of signal to other parts of the island.
I kissed Cinnamon and said, “Thanks for a wonderful day.”
She hugged me tight. I seemed she didn’t want let go. She kissed my neck and lightly nibbled on my ear.
“I want to be a pirate’s wench,” Cinnamon whispered in my ear.
She kissed my neck and pulled off my shirt. I looked around. There were a number of houses that had a view of the top of the tower. I suggested we move to the lower level. I got down first and helped Cinnamon down. I removed her top and started working on her bra. She unfastened my pants and pulled them and my underwear down to my ankles. I pulled down her pants and panties. We kicked off our shoes and clothes. I looked intently at the beautiful naked woman in front of me.
“You are staring,” Cinnamon said.
“Sorry!” I said.
“Don’t be. It’s a compliment,” she said.
I placed my hands on her breasts.
“Ye have ample bosoms my wench,” I said trying to do my best pirate imitation.
“What are your intentions you swarthy brute,” she responded.
“I intend to have my way with you and ravish you,” I said.
I pressed my hands into her breasts and massaged them. I pushed her up against a smooth portion of the stone wall. I kissed her hard and pushed my tongue against her lips and she opened her lips to allow it’s entry. Cinnamon moaned into my mouth. She grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled me toward her. She was standing on a ridge at the base of the wall. My erect penis pushed between her legs then up the crack between her butt cheeks. It was a strange sensation with the top of penis pressed against her warm body and the underside against the cooler stone wall. I moved a hand down between her legs and located her pussy. It was hot and moist. I pushed my fingers between her pussy lips.
“Oh ye scurvy dog,” she said. “Ye make me feel so good.”
I moved my fingers along her vaginal lips. She pushed into them. I found her clitoris and circled it with my well lubricated fingers.
She again nibbled on my ear and then whispered, “Continue my swarthy beast.”
She moaned again more loudly as my fingers rubbed over her love button. I pressed down and moved my fingers in a circular motion. She shivered, shook and gasped as I continued. I began moving forward and back with my rod moving along the wall and her ass cheeks. My balls bumped against her thighs with each move forward. I pushed one and then a second finger into her love hole. Her vaginal walls pressed around my fingers. I thrust them in and out to moans of approval.
“I’m ready for you to ‘shiver me timbers’,” I whispered in her ear.
She continued to moan. She pushed her breast and pelvis into my welcoming hands.
“If your cannonballs are ready you should load your cannon!” Cinnamon responded back.
I moved my pelvis backward to let my “cannon” have access to her love hole. She guided me into her. Her warm hands felt good compared to the cold wall the underside of my penis had been resting on. I slid into her hot, slick, tight love tunnel.
“Time to prime your cannon,” she said.
I began pumping in and out of her. She tightened around my cannon. My fingers moved back to her clitoris. For several minutes we continued pounding against each other. We both were breathing heavily and were sweating in the hot, humid weather of the sunny afternoon. The smell of the salt air just added to the pleasure we both were feeling.
“The cannon is primed!” I said to her between breaths.
“Fire when ready!” Cinnamon returned, just as I felt her clamp around my cannon.
“The fuse is lit,” I said as my balls tightened. “Firing!” I shouted as her orgasm took over her body.
I shot my load into her, shivered, and kept pumping. Cinnamon had relaxed slightly, but then her body stiffened and her arms and vaginal muscles squeezed me again in her second orgasm. I continued to pump.
“Stop, stop!” she exclaimed. “You hit your target.”
I stopped and hugged her tightly.
“And you shivered me timbers,” I responded.
We held each other until our breathing returned to normal and at least my heart stopped pounding in my chest. We gathered our clothes and began getting dressed. I helped Cinnamon with her bra. We heard the voice of children saying Blackbeard’s Tower coming from down the trail. We quickly finished getting dressed. We started down the crumbling steps. At the end of the steps where the path leveled out, we were passed by 2 young boys maybe 12 and 10. A few seconds later a younger girl passed us. Then their parents walked past. The father took a long look Cinnamon.
The mother said, “Hi! How much farther?”
“Not far, a little over 100 feet, but it gets steeper,” I replied.
She thanked me as we all continued on our way. We got back to the car and drove to her apartment.
“I am going to go feed my cat. Then we can go back to the hotel. Do you to stay here or come up?” Cinnamon asked.
“I’ll just stay here, unless there is something I can help you with,” I replied.
“No, I will be right back out,” she said.
While I waited in the car, I again wondered about all the men who had taken particular notice of Cinnamon today. Some with a hint of recognition. In a few minutes Cinnamon got back in the car.
“I have some news,” she said. “Do you still want to try fishing?”
“Yes,” I replied. “But it is too late.”
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