Attempt to Wake the Crew

The soporific crew does not raise easily. Most are still drunk, and unwilling to interrupt their much-needed slumber. Others pause their gambling long enough to acknowledge you, and you convince one of them to flee your wrath. Four have retreated into the dankest corner of the hull, and take turns using the holes of a dockside whore.

Their moans have roused a female mariner. She masturbates unabashedly, her moves attuned to the bulging cocks of her crew mates ravaging the cum-covered prostitute, and her spread legs hanging lewdly over the edge of her cot. Your orders are answered by a single rude gesture, made ruder by the mucous dew dripping from her fingertips.