Captain Meridee the Pirate Queen

Captain Meridee was the ultimate pirate queen She was confident, but not in any way mean. We caught her relaxing in the fierce island sun. She said she would give us an hour, but only one. How did you get your reputation? Asked my photographer Lee. She gave him a look that practically took him down on one knee. I laughed at the exchange, it was clear he was smitten with her. Her booty stuck out with the confidence of a tiger’s, a GRRRR. Her hair was braided in thickness that reminded me of rope. Her well-endowed breasts made me feel like a flat-chested dope. She had a way about her that made us back off from her a bit. Captain Meridee was beautiful, brainy, and quite readily fit. So you sail the seven seas? I asked, wondering if she had walked a plank. She gave me a condescending stare, and my meager mind went blank. She is tattooed and tart, and I imagine she was drinking a flask of rum. She was intimidating and beautiful, sitting on a hollowed out tree gum. Our interview went nowhere, for she was clearly in charge. In boot camp she would have readily stared down my serge. Captain Meridee was the ultimate pirate queen She was confident, but not in any way mean.