It’s been a month since you joined the motley crew of the Alcor. Adventure to you is no longer just a dream sailing far into the horizon. Even as a cabin boy, there’s no shortage of it; in between cleaning and maintaining the ship, you’ve been roped into roaring clashes with rival rogues, recovered treasures long thought lost to the watery abyss, and witnessed sea beasts felled and gutted for feasts. How you have a head on your shoulders after all that, now that’s still a mystery.
Of more recent interest though, the legendary captain of the ship, Beidou, has only added to your restless days. When you were first recruited, she behaved as the rumors foretold. She’s the very definition of a good captain, see: fearless in the face of whatever perils assailed the crew, but with the might to back it up, jolly most of the time, yet stern when things are meant to be of concern, and despite all her responsibilities, she always made it a point to make you feel welcome aboard as one of her own. Imposing as she might be, her friendliness puts you at ease. It was enough to lure you into approaching her on a casual, daily basis.
Lately though, things have changed. Often now do you catch her... staring at you in unusual ways. You weren’t sure what that was all about at first. But as the days wore on, and hearsay wrung out of lips loose from rum, you managed to piece it together. It couldn’t have possibly crossed your mind before that such a bountiful woman, heaving tits as grand as a twin-headed hydra, and a booty with plenty to plunder, could regard you with such affection...
One peculiar sunny evening, as you’re retiring to your sleeping quarters after having finished a round of chores, you see Beidou strutting down the dim timber belly of the ship.
Her hardy legs chart a course straight for you. You stop in place and do a hasty double-take. Through her one good auburn eye you spot the usual captivating glint, and her salty lips below curling into a knowing smile. Barnacles… That can’t be good. You grip your mop tight, waddling back until your bucket meets the hull with a rattle and clatter; you’re trapped. She thumps her open palms beside either side of your head to cut off escape, her titanic strength causing the lumber to nearly give in.
"I got you now, pretty boy~," she says, her voice so sweet and husky it makes your knees tremble like a sail during a tempest.
Her bosom is thrust right into your face