The night after Gyllen's experience in coping with his premier crapulence, he had decided to slip on his skirt to meet with Min. Wasting no time, the prince and the goblin were already doing the nasty in Min's apartment as their first vice for the evening. The blonde had his skirt pulled up over his waist with his panties pulled down slightly, just finishing up his act of ramming Min's tight, green vagina from behind as her shorts dangled loosely off one of her ankles, holding her firmly on her wide hips, pushing his pelvis into her while pulling her light, diminutive body against it, on top of Min herself pressing her fat buttocks into Gyllen's lap, sounding a low grunt as he creamed her cunny. Min also sighed out in satisfaction, feeling her insides being splattered with steamy splooge before Gyllen withdrew his subsiding stiffie from the goblin followed by his cum visibly trickling out of her slit briefly before she snapped her bottoms back up over her hips, snugly keeping the prince's seed contained in the cloth.

“Cheers for the surprise visit, Gyl! I really needed that.” Min stretched her arms for a fire striker and a halfling pipe from one of her many boxes, pre-filled with crushed dried leaves, before comfortably leaning herself up against the cross-dressing prince just as he was re-covering his privates by pulling up his underwear and re-arranging his short dress.
“Truth is, Min, I actually wanted to talk with you about something.” Gyllen confessed just as the goblin put the stem of the pipe in her mouth.
“Hm...figured ya wouldn't shag me without a reason.” Min mumbled while sparking her herbs alight, sucking before holding the bowl in her free hand to remove it briefly from her lips to blow out a smokey ring. “So what's up? Didja voice finally break? Growin' hair in weird places?”
“Min, you had your nose buried in my pubic hairs not ten minutes ago...” The prince pointed out. “Anyway, I've been thinking about how I've spent my entire life up to this point never leaving Platina...” He started to explain but was then interrupted.
“Wait, wait, wait, lemme guess.” Min cleared her throat before starting her poor, melodramatic imitation of the blonde. “And you want to escape from the confines of the palace walls to see the world and discover your one true love!” Gyllen's eyebrow twitched at the mocking of his character.
“Well...basically yes...” He mumbled.
“Yer such a fairy tale princess, ya know that?” Min took another puff. “Ya got any idea on how yer even gonna travel?”
“I hadn't thought about that actually...” Gyllen muttered, looking down at his lap out of embarrassment once his major oversight had been pointed out.
“Yer hopeless!” Min berated the blonde. “Tell ya what...I can help ya with that, if ya really want.”
“Truly?” Gyllen immediately perked back up upon the mention of this possibility.
“Yeah, I know some people who owe me a few favours. I can set something up for ya...on the condition that ya take me with ya!”
“What!?”
“Hey, I wanna go on holiday too! Yer not leavin' me by me lonesome in freeze-yer-tits-off Platina! 'Sides, we both know ya wouldn't last five minutes out there alone in the big, bad world. Ya need someone who's been around the scene a few times to come with ya.”
“A reasonable argument...very well, you have yourself a deal, Min!”
“Ace! Lemme where ye pla on going and gimme a month and I'll have everything sorted out!”
“Perfect! That gives me time to prepare...and to convince Mother to let me go...”

Once Gyllen had returned home later that night, earlier than what was usual when he went off gallivanting in Monster Disctrict, and changed back into his regular royal robes and made doubly sure that he had properly wiped off every speck of make-up from his face before confronting his mother in the throne room, after plucking up enough gall to tell her of his planned adventure. It was getting to the hour that the queen was just about to retire for the evening, having spent the full day seeing village elders requesting loans for new farming equipment, dealing with political advisers and signing the odd execution warrant. As was common, several guards posted along each side of the room and around the two chairs while other servants passed in and out of the doors of the room at varying intervals to get their desired destinations more quickly. The throne to her right was empty.
“Gyllen! Is there something that you want?” Helio said once she noticed her son approaching her.
“Mother.” Gyllen took a short bow before Her Majesty. “Could I have a word with you, please?”
“Sí, of course.” She responded, finding it quite unusual that Gyllen of all people had something to discuss with her. “Do you want to go somewhere a poco more private?” She asked, rising from her seat, assuming the answer to her rhetorical question would have been a 'yes.'
“Actually, here will be sufficient enough.” He quickly said back before she went anywhere. “The news will reach the public's ears sooner or later anyway.”
“Oh? Very well then.” Helio sat herself back down.
“To put it bluntly, Mother...” Gyllen took a breath of air before proceeding further. “I wish to go on a trip...out of the kingdom and unattended by any bodyguards.” The staff present seemed to stop whatever it was they were doing and began to mutter and murmur amongst themselves at what the prince had just said.
“Out of the question!” The queen sharply replied, tightening her hands on the arms of the wooden, cushioned throne, much to Gyllen's expectations. The chatter was silenced. “I mean...you are joking, sí..?” She let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “You are far too young to even consi-” She was swiftly cut short by Gyllen.
“Mother, I am greatly respectful and deeply thankful for your efforts and considerations for seeing that I am protected from harm and generally for being a loving parent and always being there for me to this day despite the heavy burden of the country's affairs that weigh heavily upon you atop of that...yet that's precisely my point!” Everybody present in the court, especially Helio, was stunned  speechless at how the prince who had, until just now, seemed to be too sheepish to even openly complain a peep if he had contracted food poisoning from an undercooked meal was now verbally, articulately and publicly disputing with his own mother: the Queen of the island. “The fact is that, plainly, I am  no longer a child and yet you constantly treat me as such and I fear you will continue to act this way indefinitely unless I clearly state it to you otherwise! How do you expect me to develop into an independent man of my own if you are constantly holding me back by your excess rules and restrictions? I want to see the world, Mother...no! I HAVE to see the world! I have to leave this luxuriously dull life and experience first-hand just what it is I'm missing out there, even if it is just for a little while. I understand the dangers and risks and I realise I may be too weak and naive to do this as I am now...but quite frankly, I really don't care about what could happen to me! Given that the alternative would be me slowly withering away within the confines of a castle, any other fate sounds more than welcome to me at this moment. Do not think I'm stupid enough not to notice the way you don't cosset my sisters the same way you do to me either, even when they were my age. I don't know what I have done to receive your special pampering nor do I desire for you to continue doing such.” The prince's blue eyes shined as he looked up to Queen Helio. “Please, Mother...I don't ask for much...let me grow-up...” There was a moment of absolute quiet in the throne room after Gyllen's lengthy, mushy monologue to the point were you could hear a pin drop two chambers away.
“Gyllen...I do not know what has brought about this sudden change in you...” Helio spoke up. “But if this is how you honestly feel...I shall think about your request...”
“Thank you, Mother.” The prince bowed once more and vacated the vicinity without another sound, waiting until he was out of earshot to sigh of relief. While it may have only been a vague answer, it was certainly a step-up from an automatic refusal. Gyllen was certainly pleased, and more than amazed, that he had finally gotten through to Helio even if it was just a tiny amount.

Surprisingly, the queen actually did an answer for her son as soon as tomorrow morning, summoning him back to the throne room for a second time.
“Gyllen., mi hijo...after much consideration and weighing your words carefully...I have decided to give you my approval in leaving the country without the need for an escort.” She said in a melancholy mood.
“You have my eternal gratitude, Mother!” Gyllen lowered his head many times over.
“But promise me uno thing.” Helio requested as he was in mid-flection.
“Which is?” Gyllen slowly raised his head back up.
“That you will regularly write to me to let me know that you are keeping well!”
“Of course, Mother...” Gyllen reluctantly obliged, wanting to keep her in a good mood as so she did not change her mind.
“Then it is settled! I shall commission for the finest ship the Platinan navy has available to transport you as soon as you are prepared to leave.”
“Actually, Mother...that is already currently being arranged for.”
“Oh, is that so?” The queen arched an eyebrow. “You certainly are adamant about this excursion if you're this prepared already.”
“...yes! That's it!” Gyllen stretched the truth a tad, wanting to avoid having to explain how he befriended a goblin who lived all the way out in the Monster District and was even keen enough to handle the transit issue as a way of thanks for more-than-a-few dirty deeds he had done for her.

Well, that was one person he had bluntly broken his plans to. Now to confront another that would probably not be too keen on the idea either. The prince knew his routine fairly well by this point. Walking down the right passage at the right time, Gyllen was able to run into his unofficial lower class boyfriend coming down the other end, holding a pike in his right hand. Before the blonde could even get a peep in, Robert started to speak in a flurry:
“Lord Gyllen, sir! I've been looking all over for you! I heard the men saying that you're leaving the kingdom!”
“Word travels fast...” Gyllen muttered.
“What!? You mean it's true!?” Robert took it as a reply. “What...what about us...?” He looked straight into the prince with a crushed look on his face.
“Robert...” Gyllen sighed out, reaching to the guard's empty left hand, clasping it softly in both of his own. “I love you, you know that. I won't be away forever. Just...until I think I've satiated my curiosity enough.”
“But how long will that be, Gyllen...?” The big, lovable lug whimpered.
“Robert, please. I'm not asking you to wait for me to come back. Perhaps you'll find someone else better in that time and you would rather be with them...”
“You're the only one for me, Gyl...I'm not sure I can even love anyone else after being with you...”
“Oh, come now. You're just being silly. I may be royalty but I'm far from the most exciting person to be around. I'm sure your one true love is still waiting for you out there somewhere.” The prince squeezed on Robert's hand. “Tell you what, if I come back and you still haven't found true love, I'll take you away with me the next time. Maybe I can even find a nice, quiet island off the coast of the Dark Continent just for the two of us to stay on for a spell.”
“That sounds lovely...” Robert cracked a small smile at the prospect before his eyes widened in a surprise when he saw the prince's face approaching his own and had his soft pink lips pressed up against his own for a short yet heartfelt peck.
“I think you're due for a shave, Robert. Your stubble scratches me.”
“Ah! So sorry, m'lord. I'll make sure I'm clean-shaved the day you come back!” The two chuckled quietly before Gyllen started to make his way to his bedchamber, looking over his shoulder and gesturing the soldier to follow.
“Come, you can help me sort out my luggage. Perhaps even a parting fling, if we have time~” Gyllen narrowed his eyes while the corners of his mouth raised. Robert's fuzzy cheeks flushed.

Once Min had given Gyllen a definite date for their departure, it was all just a matter of waiting for that fateful day to arrive. Exactly thirty days after the goblin made her promise, the prince galloped out on his horse to meet with her. Malmhule's harbour was located a fair distance from the city centre, practically ir's own separate village along the nearby shore. The queen had actually allowed Gyllen to disembark without an escort slightly earlier than his scheduled departure in order to get acquainted with the crew, although she still wished for him to remain long enough to see him off. Gyllen could tell he was getting closer to the coastline due to the ever progressive smell of brine and fish combined with the increasingly stinging ocean winds bypassing his cloak. As the port came closer into his sight, he was awestruck at the sight of a triple-masted Hispanic-style galleon towering over the domestically made knerrir, keeping his eyes fixated on the vessel for the remainder of his ride.

Once Gyllen had reached the wharf, he dismounted from the mare and hitched her to a nearby rail for her to be collected back to the palace later, unfastening a leather case of essentials from her saddle before turning back one last time to his loyal steed.
“Goodbye, Snowcloud...” He lamented, stroking her muzzle for what may be the last time in a very long while. “Be a good girl while I'm away.” She seemed to snort in response. The prince walked further into the eerily quiet fishing hamlet, hood-up as not to be recognised as he began to search for his emerald acquaintance but not before taking the time out to marvel at the tall ship a little while longer. He read the name of the ship stencilled along its side in cursive script: 'The Killer Kraken.'
“Quite a morbid name for such an exquisite craft...” Gyllen thought to himself, watching the mariners of the boat scampering around the boat. There was something a bit abnormal for the way they dressed. Their clothes were extremely ragged and shabby, not something any dignified sailor or merchant would wear. That was when the second flag was raised, quite literally too, when Gyllen looked up to the top of the tallest mast to see a black banner fluttering from the post depicting the ghastly image of a skull and crossbones. He could see why many of the regular residents were not out and about. Even if they did not seem to have any malevolent intentions, the prince was concerning diving into a nearby pub until they went away but that idea was put on hold when his hearing picked up a rough voice he was all too accustomed to.
“Oi! Prince Pussy!” Min loudly squawked, stealing away Gyllen's attention for the moment, catching him viewing the vessel. “Admirin' our ride, eh? Ain't she a beaut?”
“Wait, THIS is the one we're taking!?” Gyllen questioned in unbelief.
“Yeah. 'sere a problem with that?” The goblin picked her nose with her pinky finger without a care.
“Min, these are pirates!”
“I know! I used to run with these guys when I was younger.”
“Is that so? But Aren't they ruthless cut-throat scourges of the seven seas?” Gyllen asked, concerned for both their healths.
“Relax, we go waaay back. They're cool.” Min held her open palm up in greeting to a particularly scrawny crewmate. “Alright, Jock?”
“Jack.” The pirate quickly corrected her on his name. Gyllen rolled his eyes.
“You know them well, do you...?” He snided.
“Hey, it's been a while, alright? 'sides, there are some new faces around anyway.” Min pointed out towards a pretty black-haired girl, around Gyllen's age with a similar height and build, rolling a barrel along the pier and into the boat. She was wearing a red bandanna along with a tatty brownish dress with simple sandals on her feet. That sort of attire was not protecting her from Platina's current temperature as her non-stop shaking indicated with her green eyes watering up. Her thinness was not going to help with insulation either. “I know for sure she wasn' around when I joined. I was the only lady on the ship, y'know. Well, 'sides from the captain, o' course.”
“The captain? What's she like?” Gyllen queried.

Before he got an answer, an even rougher voice called out to the pair from behind:
“Min! Ye wee green scallywag! Ye drag me an' the crew all the way oot tae this backwater island tae babysit some spoiled landlubber brat?” Gyllen and the goblin were drawn to the source of the sound coming from the direction of their backs to be greeted by the colossal figure of a middle-aged female sauntering closer towards the pair, holding a bottle of rum in one hand. She towered over the twosome, in partial thanks to a her high-heeled, black, buckled boots that covered the length of her calves adding a few extra inches to her lofty height. Gyllen had to tilt his neck in order to make eye contact with her. Her alluring face was round and tanned, framed by a mess of brown curls and topped off with a ratty black tricorne. She was wearing a tattered red naval frock with yellow trimming, keeping it open despite the cold air, seeing how most of its golden buttons had fallen off over time. It also gave her the excuse to flaunt her squeezed, immodest cleavage from the extended neckline of a constricting, dirtied cream shirt. Gyllen was having a hard time resisting to keep his peepers glued onto those instead. Her leather belt tied around her wide waist was lined with four matchlock pistols and held a holster on her right hip to sheath her cutlass. Her long but thick legs, thighs and arse were kept firm into a taut pair of white jodhpurs decaled with vertical black stripes.
“Cap!” Min exclaimed at the sight of the tall woman. “It's been ages! How ya been?”
“Fine 'till I got yer letter.” She snorted, turning to the prince. Gyllen jolted, as though her brown eyes pierced into his psyche. “So, this is the poofter ye were talkin' aboot? Gods, he's an even bigger priss than I thought!”
“Charmed, I'm sure...” Gyllen not-so-subtly chastised her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”
“Jus' a spot o' banter, lad!” The curvy lady guffawed. “Anyway, me name's Mary Bonny, captain o' the Killer Kraken!” She dramatically declared to the blonde, hands of hips and chest puffed out. There was a pause of utter noiselessness save for the blowing of the wind.
“...sorry, was I suppose to recognise that name?” Gyllen eventually and innocently said. Captain Bonny's only response was a hearty chortle, draping her arm around the blonde's and pulling him into for a friendly, firm lock.
“I like ye already, laddie! Ye got spunk!” The older woman proclaimed.
“Oh, he's got plenty of that alright~” Min chimed in.
“No, I  really mean it...” The prince reaffirmed his point though it was lost on Mary for being muffled into her bosom as he attempted to break from her clutch. The pirate's hold was loosened and her laughing ceased when she caught sight and sound of cavalry coming in the direction of the docks. It was not just any half-baked unit out on patrol either, these were elite veterans heading deliberately in their direction.
“Soldiers, huh? What d' they want? We havenae done anythin' wrong yet!” The captain said just as the blonde slipped his head out from her arm.
“There's a carriage amongst the horses.” Gyllen indicated as he fixed his appearance by hand from being jostled about. “That will be my mother coming to see me off...”

Two lines of guardsmen formed on either side of the door of the coach before it was opened by a manservant. The queen gracefully exited the cart, elegantly walking up towards Gyllen and Bonny standing side-by-side afore the ship. She cleared her throat and addressed her favourite child first and foremost.
“Pérdon, Gyllen. Your sisters and father were too pre-occupied to come with me.”
“As was to be expected.” The blonde remarked. Helio chose to ignore his unsubtle jab towards the rest of his family and turn to the captain.
“I leave my son in your capable hands, Señorita...um.” Helio forgot that she never asked for her name.
“Bonny, ma'am.” Mary named herself. “'Señora' might be a wee bit more accurate anyway.”
“Oh, you are married?”
“I WAS married!” The brunette corrected the Queen. “Ne'er thought that auld bam would end up maroonin' me!”
“Ya veo...” The coal-haired MILF replied. “Do take good care of him, sí? Make sure he is in bed by ten...and if he feels ill, make sure he does nothing strenous...oh, and do not let him...”
“Mother!” Gyllen snapped at the queen's last minute attempts to coddle him further. The captain boisterously laughed. There was even a couple of snickers from the soldiers.
“Don' worry yer pretty wee heid aff, Miss. I've been transportin' milksops like ye wee boy frae Albion tae Ōyashima  fae nearly ten year noo! I'll see to it that nothing bad happens tae him as long as he's on me ship. Swear on me honour as a woman o' the sea.” Captain Bonny confidently confirmed.
“Gracias, Señora.” Helio thanked her. “Gyllen...could you give me a final hug and kiss like you use to do when you were a niño?”
“Mother...people are watching...” The prince protested but the saddened look in her eye. “Oh, alright!” He took his maternal parent into a quick yet caring embrace, followed by her lightly placing her lips atop his forehead, trying not to think how it looked to onlookers.
“Be safe, cariño...” Helio said, hesitantly letting go of her offspring.
“I will, Mother.” Gyllen reinstated.
“Well, with all that oot the way, shall we ship off, Yer Highness?” Captain Bonny asked, readjusting her hat.
“Yes. Let's. Before I change my mind.” The blonde answered, sharply turning his back on Platina and boarding the boat.

With that, Gyllen and Bonny unceremoniously  set sail shortly thereafter, pulling out of the port as the wind pushed them in the direction of their first destination on this long, long journey he was about to embark on. He stood on the stern of the ship as it gently swayed on the waves, mutually waving farewell with the Queen one last time as she disappeared into the distance.
“Aw, how touching~” Min appeared behind Gyllen. “I watched the whole thing from up here. Pretty sweet saying bye to yer mam and all that.”
“Min, I'm sorry but I'm not in the mood for your jests right now.” The prince bluntly said though not with the usual whine in his voice that accompanied it.
“Nah, man! I'm serious! Never had somebody care that much 'bout me meself...”
“Apologies, Min...” Gyllen excused himself. “I'm a bit out of sorts right now..everything just seems so surreal at a moment...like a dream...I scarcely believe it happening.”
“Well, ya better get used to the idea quick, mate! We got a looong adventure ahead of us and I don' want ya getting' homesick on me halfway through!”
“Yes, you're quite right...” The prince less-than-enthusiastically mumbled, now starting to have second thought about the expedition now of all times. Min patted him on the side of the arm, seeing how she could not reach high enough to his shoulder.
“C'mon, Gyl...cheer up...” She comforted the boy. “Let's get ya some lunch, eh? Ya like pickled fish?”
“I don't believe I've ever tried it before...”
“Well, I hope ya do...we're gonna be eatin' a lot o' it.”

After Min had given a tour of the ship from her memory and some more less-than-entertaining wave watching with the whole crew working around him, Gyllen retired to his cabin along with his goblin friend. They were modest guest quarters for pirate ship. Nothing deluxe but leagues above the regular swabbies' hammocks below the decks but not quite as plush as the captain's quarters. It was a small room with a single porthole to peep in and out of, just in case you wanted to see a little bit more water. There was one table against the wall with one chair pushed underneath it along with a wooden framed bunk bed made for two.
“I never got to sleep in the guest quarters! This is great!” Min unironically said.
“It certainly is...um...cosy...” Gyllen was not quite as excited. It was a major downgrade from his spacious chamber back home, not to mention the awkwardness of sharing it with somebody else. Before Gyllen could even contemplate the idea of having to dress himself every morning and night in front of the goblin girl in this room, he had heard:
“Right then! Kit off!” Coming from the green-skinned short-stack who was already lifting her top up.
“Excuse me!?” Gyllen responded.
“Why so surprised? Don' act like ya weren' expectin' to go chaste sharing a room with me! 'sides, I always sleep naked.”
“It's just happening much sooner than I anticipated...I mean, I was hoping for at least one night's worth of rest...” Gyllen sighed, removing his robe from his body. “I suppose it was unavoidable.”
“C'mon, I even got somethin' new to try on ya!”
“Oh?”
“Notice anythin' new 'bout me today~?”
“Um...did you get a tan...?”
“Me stud, genius!” Min stuck out her tongue to show the prince a miniature metallic ball attached towards the tip. Gyllen was taken aback. “Got it a little while ago.”
“Gods, Min! Does...does it hurt?”
“Nah...well...not as much as when I first got it done. Couldn't even talk for the first day! Been itching to test it out.”
“Testing it out on what exactly?”
“Here, I'll show ya!” Min violently shoved Gyllen forwards by the bum and onto the bed, displaying surprising strength against one nearly twice her height. The prince turned as he toppled over, not even have any time to give a vocal reaction, and landed on his backside onto the semi-soft mattress of the bottom bunk. The goblin got her deft lime digits onto the fabric of his trousers and drew them from his legs. Gyllen's cock was already sprung to attention as it was freed, as was the norm when in the presence of a bare, sexy, skanky goblin. Without a single doubt, Min dived headlong in between the blonde's thighs and filled her trap with the trap's genitalia. Gyllen squealed as his cock was swallowed up and felt the solid piercing rolling across his frenulum. The new sensation was too large of an encumbrance for Gyllen to shoulder and he came in an instant, pumping Min's cheeks full with his wad accompanied by a howl of satisfaction. Min's jowls depressed as she voraciously guzzled the lukewarm nut butter down her hatch.
“Well...it definitely worked...” Gyllen panted out. Min pulled her lips from the dick tip but still kept a tight green grip on the teen's shaft.
“I was kinda hopin' you would last a bit longer than that...wishful thinking, I know.” She said while shaking her wrist, providing stimulation to Gyllen, preventing his prick from softening any further, solidifying the shaft yet again, looking into the prince's blue eyes with her own red pair and a grin adorning her features. “We're gonna keep goin' at it 'till yer used to it!” The hankering goblin put her lips back on the prick just as quickly as she had removed them.
“Min! Please, no!” Gyllen's super-ego told him to say but his id was screaming “yes!” as he felt the button once again running along his girth.

However, we shall not be continuing to linger on the redundant efforts of Min training the prince not to be such a quick shot. Rest assured, they were going at it all night with minor improvements. Min skipped out on breakfast, already having her tiny belly filled with an all-night, all-you-can-eat boy-gravy buffet and poor Gyllen having to keep a bottle of chilled rum plastered against his aching loins for the whole day. Instead, let us instead turn our attention towards what was occurring in the captain's quarters that very same night. Bonny had hung up her hat and coat up for tonight onto an antique stand. Her feet were raised up and resting on her thick mahogany desk while she reclined on her creaky antique chair, pouring over a sea chart in one hand and a treasure map in the other by lamplight for a possible future exploit. The window behind her looked out onto the infinite blackness of the night sea and sky with a luxurious four poster bed situated against the right hand wall, jarringly contrasting with the rest of the grimy and old fashioned room. Her studying was cut short by an uncertain knocking on the entrance to her cabin.
“Door's open!” Mary yelled from her cushy position, not wanting to leave from it to personally answer the door. The entryway slightly creaked open on its hinges and round peeked out a scarlet  head scarf-wearing, raven-haired head. “Annie! Jus' the person I wanted tae see! How ye doin', lass?”
“Fine, captain...” Anne answered nervously.
“What's the matter wi' ye?” The captain asked.
“Nothing...”
“Disnae look like nuthin' from where I'm staundin'.”
“It's just that...this is the first time I've been in your...um...office.” She stammered. “I'm not in trouble, am I...?” Captain Bonny roared in amusement.
“Naw, naw! Bit o' the opposite actually.” The captain pushed her chair back, raised her legs and banged her heels on the table to rest them. “How long ye been wi' the crew noo, Annie?”
“I think just under three weeks, Captain...”
“Brilliant! I think yer jus' aboot ready tae take the initiation noo~”
“Excuse me for speaking up, Captain, but I haven't heard anything about an initiation.”
“Don' panic, Annie, 'snothing complicted. Just a wee sort of rite of passage I like tae do on the new swabbies.”
“Okay then..
“I want ye tae eat oot me muff!”
“B-beg pardon, captain!?” Anne jumped from her introverted stance.
“Whit? Yer acting like ye've never done it before.”
“Of course I haven't! How can you be so...casual about asking? Is this a normal thing to ask on this ship? I'm not even attracted to girls!” Anne grit her teeth with an embarrassed expression.
“Oh, that so? Sorry, ye get used to meeting all sorts in this business. I jus' assume everybody plays both teams, tae be frank.” The captain sighed, sliding her legs back onto the floor. “If ye can't make me feel good then ye have no place on me crew.”
“B-but that's not fair! I really need this job...”
“In case ye havenae noticed...I'm a pirate! We're no exactly known for bein' the friendliest buncha girl scouts out there.” “So either get me off or I'll get you off me ship!”
“Not much of a choice then...” Anne swallowed. “If I must...I'm not even any good at this sort of thing...”
“I said it wisnae complicated, I didnae say it wisnae hard! C'mon, ye might even enjoy it!”

Captain Bonny beamed a devilish smile before turning her body around to the side of her chair, keeping her peepers on Anne as she audibly loosened up her belt and unbuttoned her bottoms, opening up the long fly that split from the waistline all the way down to her perineum. With the captain making a “come closer” motion made with her index finger, Anne warily walked herself around the wooden workspace to be met by the older woman's dark pubic jungle situated comfortably between her parted legs, visible from a pair of custom-made, frilled, white, crotchless underwear. Anne had to turn her head, both in disgust at the sight of the crude, unkempt and likely sweaty mess of nether fur and in disbelief of the entire situation, shutting her eyes tight while wrinkling her nose and grimacing in aversion. When she looked back to brave the bush, Bonny had her palm placed on her pubis, fingers partly enveloped amongst the crotch curls with the tip of her longest digit circling around just above her pink cleft and against her love button.

The captain nodded her head  in a downwards motion to indicate the cabin girl to kneel herself down. Anne hesitated, only absent-mindedly staring at the other female's vertical smile, still stunned in doubt like this was all a strange delusion she was having. She was brought out of her trance with a few words from Captain Bonny.
“Gettin' cold feet, hen? Hope ye don' mind findin' yer own way hame all the frae Noregr.”
Anne sighed. She crouched at a sluggish pace, delaying the inevitable result for as long as she was able. Once on her knees, she sucked on her lips, plucking up the further gall to go into that uncomfortable, unexplored territory of another woman's lower lips. Mary spread her limbs a smidgen more to present her cooter more clearly to the reluctant crew member. Anne didn't have the first clue on how to handle something like this. Even Gyllen had an inkling on an understanding for his first time in thanks to his erotica collection. Anne was not even literate, let alone owned a copy of “At Midnight, I'll Take Your Virginity”. The cabin girl figured that doing what she did to herself in her off time to Bonny. It made her feel good so she must have been doing something right! She lifted up her small hands  to be level with Bonny's vulva. The captain patiently watched on, enjoying the suspense and Anne's uncertain reactions as the tip of her index finger approached ever so slightly closer. After what seemed like a small eternity, Anne had finally made contact with the pink fissure, pushing softly into the dewy flesh between labia. The captain made no apparent reaction to the poke, dashing Anne's hopes that she would have been overly sensitive and gotten through this ordeal quickly and relatively unharmed. She brought her middle finger to accompany her other one, the two of them together onto her pussy at long last starting to vertically motion them at a gradual rate.
“Ye gottae dae better than that, lass!” Bonny chuckled, resting her face on her fist to feign boredom. Anne took a gulp as she began to move her digits a little bit faster. She did this sort of thing to herself all the time, it shouldn't feel too weird  or different to do it to another person. Though that did not stop her cringing and turning her head somewhat to the side as she felt the organ becoming significantly more moist and sticky in answer to her increased speed yet for some reason, she was unable to completely look away from it as though some deep part of her psyche wished to see and be satisfied by the fruits of her handiwork.

“Gettin' there...” Captain Bonny commented. Anne continued her act, pressing her fingers into the soft pink as she worked her way downwards, going into automatic pilot. She was pushing a little too hard however and her digits were pushed up into the captain's opening hole.
“Ah!” Anne exclaimed, coming out of her stupor as she felt her digits travelling upwards into the soft, wet orifice with the organic surroundings, going knuckle deep faster than she realised.
“That's mare like that~!” Bonny cooed and shivered. Seeing how pleased the captain was getting over such a mild performance but seeing as it was working while being fairly tame, Anne decided to keep at it, sliding her digits back and forth along the passageway, her heart racing the more she did it. Mary even let out a few quiet moans from it, leaking more profusely from her pussy from being fingered. Anne found this strangely motivating and started to more boldly accelerate her finger thrusts, mixing it up with some twisting and curling. That always made Anne cum straight away. Seems like the captain was a harder nut to crack however as the only immediate result was a louder groaning volume but at least that gave an audible indication she was pleased.

“Ye look so cute frae up here~” Bonny complimented her cabin girl, looking down on her with earnest as she aroused her cunt, patting a hand on her head and lightly stroking away on her coal-black hair.
“Please don't make it weird, Captain...” Anne meekly requested just as her cheek was being pawed.
“I'm tryin' tae be nice and that's the thanks I get? I know a way ye can show yer gratitude, ye munter...” Smoothly moving her hand to the rear side of Anne's noggin before intensely pulling it back towards her, forcefully cramming the cabin girl's face into her crotch. “Ye can stay there fer a while and think aboot what ye did, young lady!”
Anne received a face full of pubes and a nose full of the musk coming from them. It was not what most people would describe as a 'nice' smell per se but if that was the case then why was it making her feel so excited? The hairs tickled her nostrils and her mouth gaped as it made contact with her, her tongue now pressed up against the slit with her taste buds tingling from the salty sweetness.
“What ye thinkin'~?” Mary asked her, pulling her head away from between her legs.
“I'm thinking how nasty this is...” Anne answered, nose wrinkling from the aroma.
“Good!” Mary brought the lower-ranked pirate's face back into her pussy. “I'm no lettin' ye get away 'till I'm satisfied~”
Anne begrudgingly began to use her tongue, slowly sliding it up and down along the glistening slit, trying not to be too overwhelmed by the curious taste. She was feeling quite afraid at how acquainted she was getting to the taste and how her tongue's motions became more vibrant the more  she worked the muscle on the cunt. Part of her even found some appeal in the taste, the vocalisations of delight the captain was making and even the scent of her sex. Perhaps she was starting to discover she was not quite as straight as she initially thought at the start of the evening. No need to make it public knowledge quite yet though, she thought...

“Awright, lass, ye've advanced tae stage two!”  The captain abruptly stood up from her cushioned chair, thrusting Anne from out of her groin before reaching down underneath her arms and lifting her up off her knees and feet. Anne let out a small squeal from the jolt of being pried away from the captain's groin, almost biting her still hanging tongue. She was carried across the cabin to the bed, Mary having to shuffle her feet to avoid tripping over her trousers, and dropped onto the garnet sheets with a bounce and a squeak from the mattress. Captain Bonny put her hands down on either side of Anne's head on the bed, positioning herself on top and looking down on her underneath. Anne looked back up in return, mouth slightly open and emerald eyes opened wide, feeling the pressure exuding  out of the Captain's aura from being in such a submissive position, just waiting in terrible suspense on what her next instruction was to be.

Mary's hand shot down her body and inbetween Anne's legs, slapping onto her crotch area and sensually rubbed on her tender nethers through the cloth on her dress. Anne squirmed helplessly, unable to escape but not even sure if she really wanted to at this point. The captain's touch was feeling good. She certainly knew her way around cooter more than any man Anne had been with, probably thanks to having one herself and more years of experience in playing with one. Captain Bonny's mitt momentarily pulled away from fiddling with her fanny before shooting up her skirt instead, grabbing hold of her white cotton underwear and snatching it away from covering her privates, all the way down her legs and flinging them from her feet with such a force, they landed somewhere on the other side of the room. Neither were paying attention where exactly, however, Anne was too distracted by her lower half suddenly feeling slightly cooler.

The captain lifted Anne's dress, tugging it loose, up and underneath her smooth legs until her pussy was visible to her, a black tuft of short hair decorating the slit. Captain Bonny smacked her lips but resisted feasting on the cunt, for tonight anyway. Instead, she sprawled herself back and interlocked her legs with the younger crew member's own and pressed herself forwards, colliding clitorises together before Bonny started to hump and grind her hips against the younger teen girl, providing pleasure to both herself and to Anne simultaneously. The captain bit on her smirking lips with her eyes blissfully closed and making subdued grunts as she enjoyed her bean tingling up against the cabin girl's sensitive button who, in return, had her eyes firmly shut and her mouth agape as uncontrollable whines poured out as a result from the tribadism, shivering throughout the entire duration.

“Fuck me! I think ah'm gonnae go an' cum awready...!” Bonny obnoxiously affirmed with a goofy grin adorning her face, gripping tightly onto Mary's wrists as her yells and screams permeated the room. The teenaged cabin girl joined in unison with her superior, too engrossed in the moment to form the constants needed to tell her she was reaching her own orgasm too. Without proper communication, the sweaty pair cried out simultaneously, Mary's a little harsher than the Captain's, seeing how it was her first experience in cumming in such a way. Their juices mixing together as they soaked the area of cloth around their crotches before the two's listless bodies sprawled out on their backs across the mattress, sighs of relief and fatigue were endlessly expelling.

Captain Bonny mustered up enough strength to lift her heavy torso off the mattress, shaking her auburn disorder from out of her eyes, taking in one last deep breath in through her nostrils and back out her mouth, reaching down to grab hold of Anne's shoulders and pulling her floaty figure to a sitting position before she moved her face in like lightning to plant a wet smooch on her kisser. Anne regained her awareness and recoiled from the smack.
“Well, that wis fun!” Bonny warmly smiled  to her cabin girl who slowly and stiffly smirked back. “Right! Aff ye go then. I need a wee kip after aw that.” The captain shoved the teen off the bed and tumbling back onto her feet on the floor. Anne double-taked back to her superior.
“So...does this mean I'm still allowed on the ship...?” She quizzed.
“Eh? Och, aye, aye.” The captain answered. “Noo make yerself scarce. I want ye up early wi' me breakfast, nine sharp.”
“Yes, captain...” Anne sighed at the professional attitude Mary had reverted back to.
“I'm definitely gonnae haftae huv ye come back here mare often~”
“O-of course, captain...” Anne scurried off quickly back to the crew's accommodation, fixing her appearance as she went. “I don't think I'll be so unwilling next time...”