Dressed in just a flimsy layer of silk you follow the pirate

Galltrot was probably right. Sailors, even pirates, were a superstitious lot. A circle of bones wasn't just a mystery but one that spoke of occult and magic.

"Show me," you say, picking your words carefully. It was an order but not a bossy one.

Without any further delay, Galltrot turns and walks down the hallway which leads from your cabin towards the ship's cargo bay. His goat hooves clop on the wooden floor of the Bone Smasher while you're able to walk silently as a ghost.

The first thing you hear around the corner are screams. Good screams. Cries of passion coming from one of the upper stores. It sounds like William.

Galltrot isn't phased either. In fact, he chuckled, "Both Jade and Onyx have the shift off. Jade was telling me she planned on suspending William between ceiling and floor with ropes. Her plan was to encourage Onyx to wrap herself around his front and ride his cock while she used a strap on to fuck his ass. You may just kill that boy by letting both sisters use him."

"Then he'll die happy," you retort, "Though I'd expect any one of the crew to withstand a little fucking. "

You're taller than Galltrot and when he glances back over his shoulder to check on you you're able to give him a stern look down in his direction.

The goat pauses by a trapdoor, "Down here Priestess,"

Good. He was using your formal title. You'd managed to excert a little authority on him.

Now wasn't the time to look weak or scared either. Without pause you flick open the trapdoor and take a few steps down the iron rungs. The cold air from below easily penetrates your delicate robe and you can feel your nipples stiffen in response. Galltrot probably can't see.

"Go get some lanterns, if you haven't already, and join me below." You issue the anthro another order and then vanish into the bay.

There are many decks on the Bone Crusher and this one was certainly below the sea level. You could sense the change in pressure, sight as it was.

Packing crates, wooden boxes stuffed with supplies to keep the giant ship and crew a sea for weeks at a time, were piled all around.

And there were lanterns. Galltrot had thought that far enough ahead. He was no fool and you could already hear him overhead as he made his way down the iron rungs.

Two of the goat's team were waiting for you. One was another goat while the taller of the two was an anthro stag. "Over here, Priestess," whispered the stag as if he was afraid someone else might be listening.

It was a circle of bones. Galltrot had been right to call you. The bones were probably from large sea mammals - dolphins, probably. The symbol and the dead crab in the middle suggested evil magic to you. This was a curse. In fact, this was very nearly the opposite of the blessing you had just finished casting.

There was a thread on board the Bone Crusher and whoever it was knew some darts. This was not good news.

"Who else knows about..." you start to ask Galltrot before you yell, "Don't touch!"

... but it's too late. The other goatman, perhaps emboldened by your arrival, had reached out to knock over the dead crab in the centre of the curse circle.

With an ominous hiss a green gas squirted from below the shell and quicky peppered the stale air of the hold.