A Day Alone

The next day sees you reading alone in your cabin. There are some calculations you could be doing, some minor alterations to the course, but the Crew are quiet and you trust them to guard the wheel. Sea air will do them good, just as the stuffy calm inside steadies your nerves. You did not realise how the Nixen song has affected you until you woke on this morning, their lips moving whenever you close your eyes. And the {if Captain’s Health = 0} former {else} One-Eyed {endif} Captain’s romances used to bore you, but you cannot help but think about sex – and you need to focus your thoughts on women whose skin is pink with the flush of life and who make love to cocks without teeth.

"I need you to come for me." She whispered, her voice raspy and hot.

"Where do you want it?"

"Inside." She let herself fall back, redder than before. "I can’t believe I just said that. Ahhh – Goddess, let me – ahhh!" She bit her lip, writhing with half-lidded eyes, her body talking when the words failed her.

A furtive knock interrupts your attempted masturbation. You turn your chair, hiding a softening erection with a crossed knee, and bid enter. The lone female Mariner aboard the Demeter has come to ask a trifling question.{if Crew Discipline > 0} She is as courteous as a Seafarer can be, respectful even, snapping into a crisp salute as soon as she passes the threshold. So you answer, for what else can you do, and even manage a smile. {elseif Crew Loyalty > 0} She is cheery enough, smiling and joking and joking with you like you were one of the Crew. And so you answer, for what else can you do, and even manage a smile. She surely meant no disrespect. {else} She ambles inside, face contorted into a dismissive smirk. But you answer, for what else can you do, and **** yourself to smile. She grunts and returns to the others, leaving your door open in doing so. {endif}

The rest of the day passes without incident, two meals and you even manage to get some work done.

But she returns when you are alone in bed, your thoughts wandering at the edge of dream. You corner her inside the engine room, with the throb of the pistons loud enough to muffle her screams. She does not resist, wet and eager, and all her holes open to you. Relief comes quick, your semen almost as pale as her skin. It drips from the scales and clings to her seaweed hair.

You have lost [1] Sanity

Your Sanity is now: {if Sanity = 1}1 – THE TERROR {elseif Sanity = 2}2 – Nightmares {elseif Sanity = 3}3 – Bad Dreams {elseif Sanity = 4} 4 – Dreamless Sleep {elseif Sanity = 0} 0 – MADNESS {else} X – You are not playing{endif}

Her mouth opens as you jolt awake, and the image of your blood dripping from her shark teeth follows you to the waking world.