“You know I could sell you out right? With the cash prize for bringing you in I’d never
“You know I could sell you out right? With the cash prize for bringing you in I’d never have to suck another man’s cock again. Your face wouldn’t look so pretty after a few days hanging over the city gates.” “That’s true, and you definitely wouldn’t get to suck Berenger’s. We both know that selling me out would mean his head up there as well. Right next to mine.”Being at sea is boring. Beautiful as it is, the novelty of open seas as far as the eye can see will eventually wear off and soon will also the wonder of whale sightings.Given a course agreeable with the wind, L’Enfant demands little of her men and will go steady for hours, if not days with only minor adjustments. That leaves little to do off duty. There’s sleeping of course, and truth be told many aboard spend almost as much time sleeping as they are awake. Sadly, humans aren’t cats and one can only spend so many hours of the day uncounscious before the mind demands stimulation. For that there’s gambling, but at some point there’ll always be one lucky bastard winning everything of value and then calling it quits - efficiently putting an end to the fun. On any other ship you might then go on to drown your losses and the boredom in rum, but Captain Laurent is notoriously tight with the liquor rations and Orlant only happy to follow his orders and keeping the good stuff exclusively for the galley crew.So that leaves talk. Shit talk to be more precise, because talking about your past and future quickly gets boring, not to mention depressing. Loose talk is easier. Gossip like who’s fucking who right now, who has fucked who, and who someone would like to fuck.The captain always comes up in these discussions, with a face like that it’s unavoidable. Unfortunately it’s also an accepted fact that the captain remains an unobtainable wet dream, although there is disagreement as to why.Some say he’s just a frigid, stone cold bitch whose cock probably doesn’t even work. Other say that he has a sweetheart on shore, a pretty red-haired little thing waiting for him at a brothel in Fortaine. They swear on their lives that they’ve seen it with their own eyes and will not back off despite their peer’s ridicule. -- source link
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