Kaliana’s Tale, part two

“Make ‘em walk the plank!” Kali whoops from atop the helm, free flowing hair rippling in the wind, the dazzling hoops in her ears sparkling in the sun. “In shallow water. Close to the shore. Check if they can swim first.”

She adds this last with an awkward grin, eliciting groans of disappointment from her previously celebratory crew.

“I know, I know. But look, some of us have to head back to civilisation at some stage, and I don’t want to be reuniting with my friends with a bunch of floating corpses in the closet.” She makes a conciliatory gesture, as their prisoners are herded towards the plank. “Look you can push them in if you like.”

“She has a point.” Admits Jon Wood-eye, the bo’sun, “Lavorra certainly wouldn’t approve of her slayin’ as well as thievin’.”

“Expect you’re right.” Samira the Bloodthirsty nods with a wistful sigh, spinning a newly-plundered coin purse around her metal hook. “I ‘spose Razi would find it dishonourable or some such. You know, the way she tells them marvellous stories, it’s like I knows those lasses myself.”

Despite her unconventional methods of piracy, the crew of The Red Fang had learned to love their new - red - captain. A stray cannonball, launched during a scrap with their rivals aboard The Blue Tusk, had taken Ironskull’s skull clean off.

As luck would have it Lareshka and Kali had been below deck, the little red Tiefling rigorously clapping her bottom-heavy bottom against the Half-Orc’s mast. It was Kali’s transformation from above deck plunder to below deck sexpot, combined with the sudden pressure of command, that had left Lareshka stunned when they arrived on scene. And so it had fallen to Kaliana to improvise a quick and moving ballad, her persuasive skills inspiring the crew to follow her into successful battle against their foes.

Now, as another hapless merchant cog sinks beneath the waves, Kali squeals with joy as Lareshka lifts her up onto her shoulders, grinning tuskily up at the little Tiefling captain.

“Perhaps, while the crew is sorting the spoils, we could make an inspection of the hold?” She asks coyly, Kali’s thighs pressed around her head.

Kali frowns down at her, pondering. Then her face lights up in an excitable grin. “Oh! You want to go below deck and fuck me? Why didn’t you say so! Is “the hold” anal? Come on then.”

She hops down, leading the muscular Half-Orc by the hand, passed the adoring - and jealous - eyes of her crew.

It’s good to be the captain. Even for a little bit.