The storms had been brutal. At least ten of the crew had been washed overboard, but it was still night and still dangerous to go out on deck. No one knew for sure. Willem Brandszoon, one of the sailors still standing on his feet on the big merchant vessel, clung to the ropes as he fought himself to the stern.

This was his first trip to Japan and he had already vowed a dozen times that it would also be the last. Never before had he been in this kind of horrendous weather, and now the captain had ordered him to go and see if there was land ahead. Any land would do, but the sheets of rain made it impossible to see more than an inch away - and then he was lucky.

Willem continued the struggle, falling over piles of ropes and stuff that shouldn't be here. He cursed the storm and this unholy land, but he made it to the bow without getting washed overboard.

Rain lashed his face as he stared into the darkness. He cursed again as a wave crashed into him, throwing him to the deck. He grabbed a rope and held on, getting to his feet again. He was ready to go back but looked once more, as he was here anyway, and this time he saw lights. Several lights. Willem wiped his face and eyes, and looked again. Truly, there were lights. Wherever they were, they seemed to be close to land. Land where people had lights.

Shouting against the wind he made his way back to the captain's quarters. "Captain! Lights! Lights ahead!"

The captain seemed as surprised as Willem was. "Really?"

"So God help me, sir."

"We'll have to ride out this storm and then we're safe."

Willem just nodded. Sometimes the captain could say stupid things. As the captain wouldn't add more, he left the relative safety of the cabin and faced the storm once more. The sailor fought his way to the below-deck level where he crashed into a heap on a sleeping spot. He'd been busy far too long and couldn't move anymore.

*

Willem woke up to a boat that wasn't bouncing and jumping. Slowly he sat up and looked around. Two others were still out, so he got up and climbed to the deck, where he was greeted by sunlight and excited folks.

He saw a harbor and houses. Strange houses. People in strange clothing.

"We made it!" Pieter, one of the other sailors, clapped him on the shoulder. "We fucking made it, Willem!"

Men in odd garments, no more than sheets around their hips, ran up to deck, grabbed boxes with goods that the ship had brought here, and ran off again. They were small, their skin had a strange colour, and they all had black hair.

"Are those the Japan people?" he asked Pieter. Pieter had been here before.

"Yes, they are. Listen to them talk. It sounds crazy." Pieter uttered some weird sounds, as if he'd gone crazy. "That's how it sounds."

"Look, " another sailor said, prodding Willem. He pointed at two people in very expensive looking clothes who came on board. One of them was a broad-shouldered man, wearing a lot of leather, metal and two big swords. The other was a woman in wide, red clothing, her black hair pinned up high, and her face painted white, as if she was a ghost. Her lips were painted black, and her eyebrows looked like painted on as well.

"Who are they?" Willem asked. He was intrigued by the two who looked so amazingly strange.

"The guy is Lord Masamune. He's the boss here. And she's Lady Haruna."

"His wife?" Willem asked.

"No. He has a wife but she's a combine or something like that. She's the one who knows Dutch so he needs her to talk to the captain." Pieter knew a lot about this place. From him Willem had learned that their journey would go to Dejima island, near a city called Nagasaki, which was where they were now. The Japanese had kicked out all Portuguese merchants a while ago, and only the Dutch had managed to keep this port open. The sailors would be free to roam the island, but not go over the bridge into the town.

There was something called the 'Tokugawa shogunate', Pieter had said, that had kicked out the Portuguese Jesuits and their folks, because the boss here, the Shogun, feared that they wanted to convert everyone to Christianity.

As the man and the woman passed them, Lady Haruna looked at Willem for a moment, then averted her eyes and quickly followed the man, who had his hair hanging down in a long, black tail.

"Weird folks, " Willem said. "They even dress weird."

Pieter kicked him and whispered, "Careful. They look weird but they're not deaf. She tells him everything. If he heard that, you'll be punished."

"It's just word, " Willem responded.

"Important lesson here, Willem. The Japanese only have one punishment for everything. Death." Pieter looked too serious to Willem's liking. He was not joking.

*

The crew had to stand on deck, clearly visible, until all the carriers had left, taking all the imported goods with them. Willem had hoped they could leave, but that was only allowed after Lord Masamune and Lady Haruna had left.

Again he had the distinct impression that she looked at him, but that was nonsense. She looked fragile, as if she was made of some expensive porcelain. She could not be looking at someone like him, a Dutch sailor who had just survived the biggest storm in his life.

Only when the two had left and disappeared inside the town on the island, the sailors were free to disembark and find some entertainment and leisure in the town, while the carriers kept coming and going.

Willem, new to all of this, asked if he could tag along with Pieter and Johannes, a mand who had also been here before. They laughed and invited him to come with them, telling him he'd have to get his cleanest clothes first, provided he still had any.

"Why that?" he asked.

"Because the Japan people are very keen on clean people, " Johannes said. "We first have to go to the bathhouses and get cleaned up. Otherwise some big blokes will come and throw us in the harbor."

Willem wondered if there was any truth in the latter, but he went below deck with his mates and managed to find some clothing that wasn't too messy, after which the three left the ship. They'd be here for about a week, during which time the ship would be loaded with precious goods from this strange country and start the journey back.

The trading post on the island wasn't big. Willem found that they could walk through the few streets quite fast; in less than an hour his buddies had shown him around, where they could go and where they definitely should not go.

"Here are the baths, " Pieter said. They stood in front of a building with three sections, the middle being where they would go. "You're going to like this." He and Johannes laughed, and didn't answer any of Willem's questions. The three went in, and Johannes babbled with an old, wrinkly man in some weird language that was Dutch, Japanese and something else. Willem was impressed with that.

Three women appeared, each one leading one of the men into a small room.

Willem looked around. There was indeed a bath and lots of things he he'd never seen before. The woman gestured that he should take his clothes off.

"What?" He couldn't believe that. Undress with this woman watching?

She talked to him, gesturing again, and when he still didn't do as she wanted, she started pulling at his coat and trousers.

"Just do it, Willem!" he heard Johannes call out from the next room. "It's how they do it here!"

"Really?"

"Really!"

Willem still didn't trust it, but he started taking off his clothes. He was as good as naked when, to his shock, the woman also took off her clothes. He wondered if he should take off the last bit, something she had no problem with.

The woman was a lot smaller than he was. He couldn't determine her age, but her body looked good and he felt his dick swell. The woman noticed that too, despite his last bit of underwear. She said something as she pointed at him and then at the bath.

Willem blushed as he turned his back to her, undid his underwear and quickly got into the tub. He prayed to God that this was good, because he had a wife back home, and he wasn't sure how he could explain this to her. Or even if he should tell her at all.

Quickly he got into the water, which was very warm. The woman grabbed some cloth and started washing him, as if he didn't know how to do that himself. He didn't do that very often, but he knew. The water was quickly proof that he didn't overdo the washing, it turned into mud after a while. Willem didn't mind. That way the woman didn't see his erection, although she knew it was there because she washed him everywhere.

After a while she beckoned him to get up and she dried him with a large towel. His boner was still standing proudly, and she carefully dried that too. The sensation made it impossible for him to lose the erection.

Once the woman was done she pointed at it. "Fucky fucky?"

Willem stared at her as she said those words. Was that Japanese or had she just said something in his native language.

She grabbed his dick and slowly rubbed it against her hairy pussy, pressing her boobs against his chest while looking up. "Fucky fucky?"

Willem didn't really want to, but the signs from his body were stronger than his dedication to his wife and his religion. He'd been without 'fucky fucky' for too long already, and the sounds from the adjacent bath that he suddenly noticed, made it clear that Johannes had already gotten into that phase. "Fucky fucky, " he decided.

The woman softly clapped her hands together, lay down on a thick mat and spread her legs while she rubbed herself there, to get ready. It was an offer he couldn't refuse anymore.

He walked over to her, his erection swaying stiffly, and lay down on her. In a swift motion he shoved his dick inside her and felt something in his brain explode. This was not like at home with his wife. Annie never was really up for this and just let him do his thing. This woman was definitely up for it and each time he thrust inside her, she squealed a bit, her face betraying she liked what was happening.

Willem was surprised at the pressure of her pussy around his dick and how it seemed to change at times, until he figured out that she was doing that. For a moment he wondered if Annie could do that too, but the feelings of lust took over and he just fucked the hell out of this small woman with her wiggly tits.

Johannes was getting off loudly, and for some reason that triggered Willem. A few more strokes, deep inside the woman, and he shot his load into her too as he groaned like some unholy beast.

Gently the woman pushed him off her and he lay there, his mind still reeling from this unexpected experience. She got up and walked to the door he'd come into, where she whispered with someone. The door opened wide and two men came in.

Their footsteps made Willem look up but he was too late. One of them stuffed something in his mouth and the other bound his eyes. A heartbeat later he smelled something weird and he passed out.