(Nudity sex and voyeurism)
Chapter 8: randy dandy oh
The first few days aboard the ghostly maiden passed by quickly. Dunkin and klair both settled into the rhythm of the ship and grew used to there responsibilities. After lunch one day in his unoccupied hours Dunkin sat below decks sewing a patch into the torn seat of his pants. He sat exposed from the waist down in a hammock feathered between the mast and a structural beam. He brushed his shaggy black hair from his face as he focused on not pricking himself with the large needle made for mending the sails.
As he worked at mending his trousers a group of halflings laughed and giggled as they hurried below decks. They quickly started to pull each other’s clothes off of their short curvaceous bodies. the woman tended to have full breasts and thick thighs. The males had small pot bellies on there otherwise muscular frames.
They quickly started fondling each other and kissing passionately. Soon there bodies entwined and they began making love in a pile of halfling flesh.
Dunkin was stunned at the display of public fornication but found it arousing to watch as he finished his mending. As he watched the orgy klair walked up behind his hammock and wrapped her arms around him in a friendly hug. “How was your morning salt for brains?” She had begin calling him that in jest.
She saw over his shoulder that his trousers were on his lap As he patched a hole in their seat. She then realized he was nude from the waist down. Embarrassed and a little flushed. she slapped his chest loudly. “yew Wiesel! yew could of told me yew were busy and … um … exposed.” She scolded him As she quietly remembered their first night together back at the grey waves.
He was sizably erect from his voyeuristic pass time.
Dunkin sat confused and aroused “ it’s not like I expected you to come behind me and caressing me and the like. Not that I mind.”
He said attempting to cover his manhood.
“ I weren’t caressing yew I were hugging you as I obviously didn’t know your … condition.”
She absentmindedly bit her lip as she stared at his package.
“Well I t’s not the first time you saw it. Besides no one asked ya to look. If it’s so offensive find something else to look at.”
Klair huffed and placed a hand on her hip with a sly smile . “ well it’s not the worst thing to look at.” She jested as she playfully scampered off giving Dunkin a view of her as she walked away.
As she stepped out onto the main deck she untied her scarf from around her chest and fastened it around her head.
Her bare breasts fell free and her nipples hardened as the wind blew past.
She pulled her torn yellow shirt on over her head and tied it up at her navel. With her blouse tied as such she was warmer if not supported or concealed.
She sat down on a deck box and looked out to sea. She could see a faint jagged line on the horizon. It took a few moments before she realized that the line was in fact the Continent barely visible in the distance. Those faint blue jagged teeth were the mighty Dragon Hills a traitorous mountain range that has claimed many lives.
Back at the inn Klair had loved to study the old framed map of the land of
Kah Turad and its surrounding waters.
She devised they must be heading south east just out of the main shipping lane. Pleased with her cleverness she turned to watch the crew in there business. She noticed fe’ja and Tobias talking to mr. Thorn around a small table near the helm.
The dinner bell rang and the crew started heading to the main hold. They greedily ate their stew and drank their grog. Joking and laughing at what ever caught there fancy. “ we’re only heading to cliff crest because Tobias can’t keep his pockets from getting nicked. “ Tobias stewed as the other pirates laughed at his expense. “ it were that new runt Salt who nicked it why not pester him about it.” Tobias protested to no avail.
After dinner Dunkin set to work about the midship. He was put on a hoist team hauling various halyards and lines at many points around the midship. As the sun set he was sent up to the main topsail. He climbed the ratlines up the main mast to the top crows nest and let loose the tethered line and lowered the sail down steadily. Then he bundled the thick course fabric and bound it with its stow lines.
As he worked aloft he looked over the horizon at the sun as it descended in the north west. The sea turned a spectacular range of color from yellow orange to deep purple. He looked down at the deck at a halfling climbing up the ratlines. The small fellow crawled into the small crows nest. “ hey you be the new cabin boy. Ain’t ye?”
He asked with a disarming smile.
“They call me fish bones. What’s yer called ?” He offered a small calloused hand toward His new crew mate
“ I’m Dunkin Salt. Yeah I’m new to sailing as a practice in general. Just a month ago I was a pick pocket in Bleakwater. I guess Allot has changed for me since then.”
Dunkin said apologizing for his lack of experience.
“ you’re an able hand lad, it’s nice to have ye aboard. If ye need any learning about the practice of sailin feel free to ask.”
“ hey thank fishbones. I’ll keep that in mind.”
“ prepare to drop anchor. All crews begin stowing all sails and halyards.” Mr Thorn hollered from the quarterdeck.
Dunkin and fishbones scrambled down to the main deck and help with the stowing and tidying the midship.
That night klair’s watch was simple and uneventful. Though the sky was perfectly clear and the stars reflected across the still water. The two moons brightly lightning up the night.
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