The ship rocked in the rough waters affected by the storm, the yells of men on the deck to help get control of the ship sounded out. Nothing but darkness filled the sky as a little boy with big dark brown eyes, dirty dark hair wearing a pair of tan breeches that were almost black due to the grime of the ship. His chest bare and covered in the dirt from lack of baths as well as little scabs from the cigars and cigarettes put out on his small chest and his feet almost black at the bottom and his fingernails surrounded by black grime, dirt covering his face and his hands. He crawled under the bed of his cabin desperately trying to eat the piece of moldy bread he had stolen from the kitchen. The ship smelled of mildew and mold, the little dingy boy took a bite of the moldy bread and savored in the taste before swallowing as a little squeaking appeared beside him. He looked over to see two small mice next to him waiting for some food. He let out a sigh and broke off two small pieces of the bread and handed them to the mice. "Here you go, Guys, eat up," he said with a soft smile as the two mice delighted in their portions of food. He took another bite of his bread before sharing more with the two mice beside him. "It's good isn't it?" he asked them brushing a piece of his dark hair out of his face as they squeaked and ate with their tiny paws.

Loud footsteps appeared outside of his cabin. They were thunderous, filled with anger, filled with hate. He closed his eyes as a shiver moved through him as the door to his cabin flew open, crashing into the wall. The mice scurried at the thud leaving him alone, always alone. "WHERE ARE YA, YA LITTLE BASTARD!" The male voice rang out in anger and disdain. Little Roman closed his dark eyes and begged to be saved from his father's wrath. "YOU THINK YOU CAN STEAL FROM ME?" he called out as Roman swallowed hard as he heard tiny footsteps enter into the bedroom.

"Papa," said his brother Seth, "Did you find Roman yet?"

"No I can't find that little bastard anywhere," anger in his voice as he started tearing through the room looking for the small boy that was no older than 7.

"Maybe he's under his bed," said Seth with a smirk as Roman watched their footsteps stop in front of him. "He likes to hide under there." The sight of feet in front of him changed to the angry face of his father. His father didn't need to say anything to put the fear into Roman, looking at him was enough. His eyes were grey, filled with hatred and darkness, his teeth rotted in his mouth, the stubble on his chin and cheek, his face dingy.

"Haha, there you are, ya little Bastard," he called him in a voice filled with more hate than his grey eyes.

"Papa," Roman cried as he was pulled out from under the bed, his chest scraping across the wood as he cried out. "I didn't mean to. I didn't mean to do it," he cried. "I'm sorry, Papa, I was hungry. I just wanted something to eat, I'm sorry, Papa."

"You don't steal from me," he sounded out as Seth watched with amusement before he scurried about Roman's room getting into the drawers of his bedroom. "I give you a home, I allow you to live aboard my ship and you thank me by stealing from me."

"I was hungry," he sobbed. "I'm sorry."

"Sorry that you stole from me or sorry that you got caught?" He asked holding him tightly by the arm.

"Sorry that I stole, Papa. I was just hungry," he said. "That's all."

"I'm missing more than a piece of bread, where is the gold necklace that belonged to Seth's mother. It seems to have gone missing from my cabin. Where is it?"

"I don't know, Papa. I didn't touch any necklace. I wasn't in your room. I swear it," he said.

"It didn't just get feet and walk away, Roman, where is the necklace, what did you do with it?"

"Nothing, Papa, I didn't take your necklace. I don't have the necklace," he cried.

"Look at this, Papa," said Seth as he stood holding the gold necklace that their father had been asking for and searching for.

"Where did you find that?" asked their father.

"Right here in his drawer," he said before he brought it over to their father. "I bet he did steal the necklace and he is lying to you Papa. It was right there in his drawer."

"I didn't touch that necklace. I didn't I swear, Papa," he begged for his father to believe him.

"Then how did it get into your drawer?" he asked gruffly. "How did it get in there?"

"He's lying, Papa," said Seth. "I saw him do it. I saw him take the necklace," said Seth as he looked up at their father. "He took the necklace."

"No I didn't," cried Roman, "Please believe me," he said softly. "Please, I didn't take the necklace."

"Do you think I'm stupid, do you think you can lie to me and I will believe you? I should have sent you off the ship with your whore of a mother, you little bastard. I give you a place to live, a chance to show you the trade of our life and you thank me by stealing from me? You know what happens to thieves? They get their hand cut off," he said.

"No, Papa!" Roman cried. "Please don't."

His father pulled a whip out from the back of his breeches. Roman gasped as he watched his father snap it on his hand. Tears filling his dark eyes in fear of what was to come next, "it's time to pay for your crimes," he said. "You know the routine," he said. Roman looked at Seth and saw the smile on his face as he crossed his arms. "Do it!" he snapped. Roman swallowed hard and turned his back to his father, placing his hands on the wall.

"NO!" Cried out Roman as he arched his back up in the bed he shared with Melissa.

"Papa, no!" he cried out again. Sweat pouring from his forehead and his back stinging from the lashes of the whip across his back. It felt so real, he remembered the pain he felt.

"NO!" He screamed, clutching the sheets in his fists, arching his back and sobbing.

"I didn't take the necklace, Papa, I didn't take the necklace," he lashed out, whipping his head back and forth.

His back was arched up and down flat and arched back up. "Please stop!" he begged, pain in his voice.

Melissa woke up to Roman's cries and his violent arching of his back. His knuckles were white from gripping the sheets, his eyes squeezed shut and pain covered his face.

"Roman," she whispered.

"Wake up. Wake up," she said as she tried not to get too close out of fear that he would lash out and hit her.

"No," he cried out in pain again.

"Roman," she said as she brought her hand to his chest, he let go of the sheets and grabbed her wrist tightly, pulling it off his scarred chest. She cried out in pain.

"Roman, you're hurting me," she said as he kept squeezing.

"Roman, you're having a nightmare, wake up. It's okay. It's not real. You're okay," she said as she gently shook him awake.

"Melissa," he said letting go of her wrist. She pulled it back and rubbed it as his grey eyes looked into her blue eyes.

"You were having a nightmare," she said as she rubbed her wrist. "Are you okay?" she asked. "It sounded bad."

"It wasn't good," he said, sweat pouring from his head, tears in his eyes. "Did I hurt you?"

"I'll be fine," she said softly. She saw his face covered in pain, the tears in his eyes. She took her arms and wrapped him up in a tight hug to comfort him. He wrapped his arms around her tiny frame, squeezing her tightly, burying his head in the nape of her neck as he started to sob, his skin was wet and sticky with the lingering of the nightmare on his skin.

Melissa didn't say a word and allowed him to cry. She had her share of nightmares, she knew that they were not easy to wake up from. She rarely wanted to discuss them either because they were all so real to her.

She relived the hardest times of her life over and over again through her nightmares. She rubbed his back softly as she felt him tense beneath her touch.

"It's okay," she said softly. "It's over now. No one can hurt you again," she encouraged him, his grip grew tighter and his sobs harder.

She had never seen him so vulnerable, off-guard. It was a surprise to her. She just held him in her arms allowing him to cry out his fears, his pain and his nightmares.

"Maybe a bath will help you feel better," she said softly.

"Do you want me to draw you a bath?"

"Please," he said into her neck.

She pulled away and climbed out of the bed. She grabbed the pink silk robe he had gotten for her before their voyage and wrapped it around her naked body. She stepped out of the room to get some water for his bath while he fell back onto their bed and covered his face with his forearm, embarrassed that he let himself seem so vulnerable and weak to her.

No one had ever seen this side of him. She was the first.

He usually controlled himself, controlled his emotions but something about Melissa made him take comfort in sharing his fear and pain with her.

His chest heaved as he lay naked in their bed.

Melissa returned and filled the tub with warm water before she called Roman into the bathroom of their cabin. Roman walked in gloriously nude.

He had an amazing body, he had hard earned muscles, a powerful chest, he was built like a Greek God. He climbed into the tub, sinking deep into the warm water as it washed away the stickiness of his skin, the rest of his nightmare that lingered.

Melissa stuck a sponge into the warm water and pulled it out. She let the water fall onto Roman's scarred chest as he leaned his head back on the edge of the tub and closed his eyes as she washed him.

He leaned forward allowing her to wash his back. Her blue eyes grew bigger when she saw the scars on his back, the same scars on hers. She knew where they were from, she could never deny the fact scars like that came from a lashing of a belt or a whip.

He had a painful childhood much like hers. She let the warm water fall onto his back. He tensed as it washed over his scars, he gripped the side of the tub, squeezing his eyes tight as she continued to wash his back, not speaking a word but silently he knew what she was thinking.

"I had a rough childhood," he said.

"You don't have to talk about it," she said. "I know. Is that what your nightmare was about?"

"Yes," he breathed but he said nothing more. He wasn't ready to tell her about his dark past, tell her about his pain and everything he went through as a child.

"I have nightmares too," she said softly. "I understand. They're horrible."

"Yes," he said. "I hate the nightmares."

"Me too," she said softly as she finished his back. She stood up and walked over to get him a towel. She came back to the tub and held it out for him as he stood up, the water sloshing onto the floor of the ship as he stepped out of the tub.

She helped him wrap the towel around his powerful frame and walked with him to the bedroom.

She watched him dress in a pair of black breeches and no shirt as he pulled his long hair up into a messy bun.

"We'll make landfall soon," he said softly.

"I have so much to show you when we get to Jamaica."

"I look forward to it," she said sitting on the bed with her leg crossed.

"You should probably get dressed if you don't want my crew to see you half naked," he said.

"How much time do we have until we make landfall?"

"Probably an hour or two," he answered.

"I can think of a better way to use our time," she said with a smile.

"Melissa," he said as she stood up and made her way over to him. He smiled, "what did you have in mind?"

"I don't know, maybe  putting a little more effort into giving you a child," she said with a smile as she opened her robe, exposing her naked body to him.

He smiled as she placed her delicate hands on his large shoulders. His arm wrapped around her small waist pulling her closer to him.

"I like the sound of that," he said with a smile before his lips captured hers and he kissed her softly.

She parted her lips as he ran his tongue along the pink soft lips. His tongue gliding into her mouth, meeting hers, he kissed her deep and passionately. Pulling away left them both breathless.

"Where did you get the scars on your chest?" she asked.

"Melissa, I'm ready to fuck you again and you can only think about the scars on my chest and where they came from? We can talk about it later," he suggested, trying to take her mind off of the scars that lined his chest.

He held his breath as she took her finger to one of the small circles on his chest. It was too much for him to take.

"Melissa, please," he begged.

He almost cried out as she took her soft lips to his chest, kissing every single circled scar.

No one had ever touched him like this, no one had ever touched his scars, he never allowed it. It was pleasured pain for him as her lips softly kissed them. His breathing grew heavier and deeper, his cock stirring to an erection in his breeches.

"Melissa," he breathed, pleaded but he was lost to her touch.

"Shh," she said as she took him by the hand leading him over to the bed.

She pushed him down gently onto the bed and straddled is lap, kissing him softly and passionately, his fingers running up and down her spine beneath her silk robe, her hands in his hair as she pulled the messy bun from his hair letting his hair fall below his shoulders.

He lied back on the bed not breaking their kiss, keeping his fingertips tracing her spine.

She sat up and removed her robe from her body before leaning down and trailing soft kisses from his neck, down his chest till she reached the top of his breeches.

Their eyes met as she reached her small hand down his breeches, taking his erection into her hand, stroking it softly as his breath caught in his throat.

She pulled his breeches down, freeing his hard and thick erection. He gasped as she placed her lips on the crown of his cock.

"Melissa," he breathed through a moan as she sucked softly.

Her eyes on his as she took him deeper in her mouth, sucking him softly, her tongue licking every rigid vein in his cock as she sucked him, taking him deeper, he moaned out in pleasure as he played with her blonde hair.

She continued sucking him deep, making love to his cock with her mouth, her lips squeezed tightly around his width.

His cock toward the back of her throat she had him so deep as she sucked. He closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure of her mouth, passion ripping through him, he was losing control.

He couldn't hold back much longer. His cock growing thicker in her mouth, fuller.

"Melissa, I'm going to cum in your mouth if you don't stop. Many women do not like that type of thing," he said, ecstasy and passion in his voice.

She didn't stop, she sucked him harder. He moaned out and came with a grunt as his seed filled her mouth, she sucked him dry, taking all of his pleasure and swallowing it.

She removed her lips from his cock and wiped them with a smile, her eyes still locked with his but she had the look of a siren in her eyes as she pulled away the rest of his breeches, the sight of her made him hard again.

"It's my turn to be in control," she said softly but deviously. "It's my way," she said with a smile.

He never gave control over to a woman but this was his wife. He had brutalized her most of their voyage, fucking her whenever and however he wished.

He could give her this time. He was willing to give her this time.

She crawled her body up his and kissed his lips softly.

"Can I take you?" she whispered against his lips.

"I'm yours," he said softly, "take me as long and however you wish," he said, "wench."

"Rogue," she said with a smile before taking his lips again.

"Vixen," he whispered.

"YOUR vixen," she said with a smile before she lowered herself onto his erection, taking his cock deep, his hands slid up her soft thighs and wrapped around her back, resting on the small of her back as she started to move, taking every inch of him, taking him as deep as she was able.

His cock hit every sensitive spot of her dripping sex as she moved and he joined her, picking up on her movements, moving with her as she worked slow, savoring every inch of him.

She was making love to him, he knew it and realized he was making love to her, he pulled her down onto his chest, taking her lips to his as he rolled her onto her back as he took over making passionate love to his wife, his movements soft and gentle as her finger tips rubbed the length of his spine as he continued to kiss her deeply.

Her body beneath his started to quake, her legs shaking, the passion ripping through her body, her toes curling into the mattress of their bed, her fingernails digging into his back as she came with a scream and cry of pleasure.

"ROMAN!" she cried out as she came.

It was enough to tear him apart, enough for him to come undone. With a soft grunt he came, filling her with his seed as they lay tangled up in the sheets of their bed, their lips locked together and his seed filling her womb hoping to take root.

Their naked bodies tangled together, all traces of a nightmare forgotten as they had reached the shore of their home in Jamaica.