Sometime recently, historical researchers based in Charleston, South Carolina recovered a decayed manuscript from an abandoned plantation house overlooking the historic Ashepoo River. The following text is the result of their transcription:

CHAPTER ONE

This is the personal testimony of Francis Ward, who, surviving the most perilous and incredible of adventures, wishes to commit these amazing memories to paper while they still be fresh in his mind.

I am a merchant sailor by trade. Roughly six months ago, my shipmates and I embarked from Erinfeld, England, our intended destination being the New World port of Charleston, South Carolina. I am the only surviving crew member of that most ill-fated of voyages.

As we neared our destination, the Charleston port became dimly visible on the smoky horizon. Then a sloop appeared off our port bow. It swiftly approached our vessel, and as it neared, the leering grin of the Jolly Roger greeted us as it flew from the top of the sloop's mainsail. Our vessel, laden as it was with cargo of all manner, was no match for the speed of the outlaw rig. As the sloop drew up alongside, our crew prepared to make their stand, anticipating the inevitable grappling hooks, flaming arrows and blazing pistols.

However, instead of the foul, unkempt band of savages that we were expecting, we were dismayed to see the pirate vessel manned, as it were, by a wondrous assortment of well groomed, seemingly healthy young maidens. If this gave us any feeling of relief, it was quite short lived. For it soon became apparent that what these sleek amazons may have lacked in male musculature they more than compensated for with superior training, organization, and discipline. Using lines and grappling hooks, they quickly pulled the bows of the two ships close enough to be able to leap across the breach. They thus boarded our vessel, and set about ruthlessly dispatching those who stood their ground and determinedly hunting down those too cowardly to fight. Instead of the heavy sabres favored by most pirates, they used the lighter rapier, brandishing these with a skill I have seldom seen in any man, including myself, being a skilled swordsman. A few of them possessed pistols which they likewise employed with deadly skill.

These lasses were all similarly clad in boots, short black skirt, and low cut white blouse that hung off their shoulders, leaving their legs, midriffs, and ample bosoms largely exposed. Although this would not seem to afford them much protection under these circumstances, they used the spectacle of their near nakedness to their advantage, disconcerting their male opponents just enough to allow them to make quick work of anyone standing against them.

Luckily, I had with me my own rapier, the same one that I trained with some years ago. I drew my sword, but hesitated to use it, my own mind being in great confusion. Then one of the outlaws leapt in front of me. Throwing back her long raven locks, she exclaimed "Straighten yourself up sir, so that you may die fighting like a man, rather than die sniveling like the dog that you are!" This proved to be the lady's undoing, for I quickly regained my senses, and after a brief skirmish, plunged my blade deep into the soft flesh of her belly. She fell to her knees clutching her bleeding wound.

"Please, sir, don't leave me like this! Finish me!" Complying with her dying wish, I plunged my blade through the plump flesh of her left breast and into her heart.

Before she had even fallen to the deck, she was replaced by a compatriot, a tall blonde haired beauty standing with bosom thrust out defiantly, and rapier menacingly raised. She sneered at me, "Katherine was never more than a fair swordswoman. I trust, sir, that you may find my blade a greater challenge, and a final one." She was much better with her sword than the first wench, and I found myself giving ground to her, till my back was almost against the starboard bow. I then managed to penetrate her defense with a desperate swipe of my blade, which tore away most of her blouse, leaving her large breasts free and exposed, with a thin red cut in the cleft between them.

"Bastard!" she cried, eyes red with fury. She then rushed at me, and in her overzealous haste I easily ran my blade through her bare torso. The weight of her body fell against me, almost sending me over the bow.

Struggling to push her off, I attempted to intervene on behalf of one of my mates who was not faring as well as I. Clutching his bleeding sword arm, he was trying to defend himself against a big bosomed red haired beauty who was getting the better of him.

Forcing myself between them, I battled the red head, gradually forcing her all the way back to the port bow, for it was obvious that this one was no match for myself. She was startled by the touch of the ship's bow against her backside, so that I was easily able to knock her blade from her hand. Having her thus pinned against the bow, I slipped my blade underneath the center edge of her blouse and yanked it away, leaving her bosom exposed in all its splendour.

Resting the tip of my blade in her deep cleavage, I allowed myself to gaze momentarily at the rich wonder of this creature's body, her smooth alabaster skin, her soft belly, her firm torso, her large soft breasts thrust out courageously against the threat of my sharp cold blade, her full lips slightly parted, trembling with fear.

Aware of my admiring gaze, she spoke thus, "I implore you, kind sir! Please spare me my life, so that we may lie together, and I promise to bring you pleasure beyond your wildest imaginings!"

"My apologies for acting the ingrate upon receiving so generous an offer, wench, but I'm afraid you will lie only with the fishes!" and thereupon thrust my blade deep into her heart. The force of the lunge sent her reeling over the bow. I barely heard the soft splash above the din of the battle as her body slipped into the brine below.

Feeling greatly exhilarated by my success thus far, I zestfully continued to slay a number of these deadly beauties. I am rather ashamed to confess that I took a certain perverse pleasure in dispatching them in a variety of manner, impaling this lass through the torso, that one through the neck, some through the bosom, and others through the belly. After a short while, there was a small pile of their nearly naked bodies at my feet, breasts pressed against one another in a grim parody of lovemaking.

However, as the sounds of the battle died down, I sensed forebodingly that virtually all of my mates had either fallen to the amazon pirates or had abandoned ship.

Glancing around, I saw that about ten of the pirate maidens had formed a circle around me, cautiously keeping their distance. Realizing that complete surrender offered me one slender chance of survival, I tossed my sword to the deck. One of the pirates approached, sword raised.

"You have distinguished yourself this day, sir, as a remarkably able and courageous fighter, and for that I must commend you. However, you have slain many of our sisters, a trespass that cannot be overlooked. Therefore, prepare yourself to meet them in Hell!"