Ask her about her eye

"So what happened with your eye?" You ask her.
"Wouldn't you like to know." She spat back.
"Come now," you said twiddling your whip. "You're encouraging me to use this again for something that is not even a military secret."
She looked at you for a while, then answered "From an explosion."
She crossed her legs before she continued her story.
"I was doing a raid on some ships a few years ago. One of the ships we targeted shot off a cannonball. A lucky shot that blow up part of my ship. The part I was on."

Her breathing became huskier. The aphrodisiac must be working.
"Maybe it's cause of your profession, but I think the eye-patch suits you."
Doe actually smirked for it. "There is a lot about pirates you don't know."

She now crossed her arms across her breasts and softly squeezed them a bit. You were feeling it yourself as well, now. Your body temperature had increased. Your breasts had become a bit more sensitive, and a warm feeling was generating in your groin.

"Not every pirate has an eye-patch, a wooden leg or a hook for a hand."
The redheaded pirate was now clenchind her crossed legs.
"But you're right. This eye-patch does suit me."

By now she was wobbling on her seat. It won't take long any more until she can no longer control her desires.