*In Your Hammock Below Decks On "The Eagle's Claw", Your Ship...*

You awaken in a swaying net of rope, slightly panicked. This isn't your body! These aren't your hands!

Then you remember, the game, you're inside the game: and you're a pirate... You climb out of the hammock in your cabin, starting to remember things about this other life: your ship, The Eagle's Claw, that's where you are, in the captain's cabin, and today's the day you put forward your proposal to the Archchancellor of the Brethren Court that you follow a secret log-book you obtained from a shady dockside merchant in an Irish port some five months gone to go find a new continent across the Atlantic. This is going to be tricky. The Archchancellor is said to be a horny old goat who's been in power a lot longer than he technically should have by various legal legerdemain, and if you're going to get the resources for this expedition granted you are going to have to get on his good side, or, perhaps, invoke Right Atournae to force his hand...

Time enough for that later, you've got some things to see to first, like getting yourself off! You might be a captain, and in your late-30s, but you have the sex-drive of someone half your age, and you NEED to stick something long and hard up in your pussy like NOW! Three main options present themselves...

1: The sheath of your saber: wouldn't be the first time its been used for something not quite as violent as its 'intended' purpose...

2: Call in your "First Mate": Amelia Franchesca Palm-Olive is your bisexual lover and First-Mate of the ship, with surprisingly dainty arms and hands for someone who can bench press 200#. My god, her fist would make you cum soooo hard! There's a catch though, you had an argument a few weeks ago and Amelia said that the next time you called her in to screw, you'd also better have a gold ring ready and get down on one knee... (You do have the ring, but...)

3: And then, there's always good old Missus Pinkamina Palmer and her five fraternal twin sisters... Your left hand can get you off quite hard enough for just a little early morning stress relief, but... Well, it's just not as satisfying as a proper fuck!

Oh, by the way, just thought I should mention this before we went any further, your new body appears to be Bisexual. You can picture both women and men and your pussy responds with little "yes, please!" signals, but it would appear that at the moment you're on a strict vagatarian diet because this is the 1490s and the only way to not get pregnant is to not have sex with men, and maternity care is, difficult, at this point in history, especially at sea...

You consider your three options, and of course your fourth option of throwing caution to the wind and fucking some random sailor, though you'd probably contract gonorrhea, hepatitis, crabs, syphilis or worse, and your fifth option of gritting your teeth and NOT getting off, which will leave you frustrated and distracted, but uncompromised time and physical status wise...

Finally you decide to...