No Secrets On A Boat

One of the perks of being captain was the tub.

It was a watertight wooden cask with an oval shape, just big enough to sit in with your legs partially bent. When not in use, it was pushed up against the bookshelf with a cover over it, but a few times a week Amaruq liked to pull the heavy thing out.

The true perk, of course, was that the apprentice mates did the work. On this night, Ipellie was on evening watch so she hauled the buckets of water to half fill it, then brought the boiling water from the galley to top it off. The captain thanked her with a nod and a smile.

When the tub was filled and she was alone, the captain undressed and used a small pail of water to wet her long hair and wash it, then she put her clean hair up and moved a small stool over so she could climb into the waist high tub without feeling overly short. She had a glass of wine and as she sank into the warm water she sighed with the sensation. She had a long sip and relaxed.

She reached out to put the empty wine glass on a nearby shelf, then began to actually wash up. As she ran the soap under her arms she heard talking from the stewards room. For a time, it sounded like the voice of Ashe next door, but while there was laughter and happy talk the lack of… other noises had the captain curious.

Not that she was hoping to listen in on Noah again.

A door opened in the next cabin, and the captain heard Ashe telling the steward good-bye and then walking away laughing at something he said in reply.

While washing her upper body, Amaruq noted the smooth skin of her underarms. It was rare for a Thuule woman to have hair there, unlike foreign women and men, but not unheard of. Her thoughts wandering, Amaruq felt between her legs… she did have some hair in that place, but only a small bit, and she kept it shaved bare like most of her folk did.

Amaruq bit her lower lip, then carefully stood up in the tub. As the water ran down, she looked at her body. Her average breasts were not as pert as they used to be, but she still had the athletic form of a woman able to reef a sail or control the wheel for hours in high seas. Her hand brushed against her mound, and the captain felt a surge of warmth make her shiver.

Hmm, a tiny bit of stubble perhaps. The captain eagerly grabbed a bag from the shelf, and applied some cool shaving cream to herself. She sat on the edge of the tub and spread her legs, so one was on the other rim, and took hold of the razor. It had a clever guard built into it to protect your skin, but some caution when shaving your bits was warranted while on a boat, even one at anchor.

The sound of Noah’s voice came through again, and while the captain could not make out his words without paying close attention she suspected he was talking to Hitty. Amaruq had just been leaving the crew’s quarters at the end of the evening meal when Hitty had seemingly came to an agreement with Macha about the chance to be with Noah, so Amaruq assumed it was her at least.

One careful stroke of the razor, and then another. A woman’s voice said something, but quietly, and Noah’s reply was louder. The tone of it was of someone reassuring another, and without intending to the captain paused, suddenly focusing.

The conversation lasted another minute, the voices audible and seemingly normal. Then the girl’s voice started getting louder, and Amaruq cocked her head now openly trying to listen. She certainly sounded… angry?

Noah said something in reply, but clearly it did not make things right.

A rush of words from the girl, and that was definitely Hitty’s voice, and suddenly it was loud enough for the captain to clearly hear her all but yelling, “You might die there!” with short pauses between every word.

The captain held her breath as Hitty berated the steward about his lack of preparation and bizarre absence of care for the warnings he was receiving, and Amaruq heartily approved. Then her voice became quieter, gentler, and Amaruq could no longer understand the words she was saying.

Absurdly, Amaruq realized she was sitting naked on her tub, her vagina half shaved and holding a razor in the air. The discussion had shifted in the next room, and it seemed as if Noah was talking and Hitty apparently accepted whatever he said, because she was replying with such concern evident in her tone.

The captain sighed as she looked back down and finished her grooming, the hardly noticeable bit of stubble now shaved (and for whose benefit, exactly?) smooth again. As she sank back into the tub, she thought of how half the crew was lusting for, or crushing on - or both - the steward. But Hitty was head over heels in love, and Amaruq wasn’t sure how that could end well.

That was a worry for another day though - Amaruq was very glad Hitty had finally just demanded some answers from the steward regarding his mad fool idea about staying at the Empty City. They would be there in three days, and the man still seemed to think he could survive on his own indefinitely. Maybe the girl would be able to talk some sense into him, he did seem to enjoy her company.

A new noise had the captain, attuned to any further argument or discord, snapping her head back to face the wall. Ahh. Well, the argument was over, certainly!

Another moan, loud and drawn out, from the girl had Amaruq blush. The sounds of two bodies coming together, then Noah turning her name into a loud moan, and the captain realized her right hand was back at her naked sex.

Her left hand grabbed a tit and squeezed, then Amaruq pulled on her nipple absent mindedly as she rubbed her slit in the cooling water of the tub.

No. Amaruq pulled her hands away and stood up, her body **** for release, but she would not. As she dried off, she could hear Hitty making little cries of passion as the sounds of their lovemaking took on a new edge. The captain could now clearly hear a slapping sound amidst Noah grunting and Hitty moaning.

She wanted nothing more than to lay on her bed and rub herself silly, but the captain wouldn’t do that while the two next door were being so… ardent. Hearing was one thing and she could hardly not with the noise the youngsters were making, but to masturbate like a horny girl while eavesdropping on a couple making love in another room? No. She should have more respect as their commanding officer.

So instead, the captain dressed and sat on her bed, reading, and wondering if she was being a good captain or was just the biggest fool on the continent. As her pussy pulsed with frustrated need and she angrily turned pages on the book while barely reading a word, Amaruq was pretty sure she knew.

Hitty felt… wonderful.

She felt warm, and secure, like strong arms were holding her. She felt content, and loved, and happy. So so happy. It was as if Noah, her baffling, gorgeous, funny, charming, strange, foreign boy was cradling her close. This dream was so perfect. She even felt a little bit sore, but a delicious kind of sore, between her legs.

A sudden clang interrupted her half-dream. With a confused grunt, Hitty opened her eyes. A bell had tolled twice, and now a second pair of rings, and Hitty felt a pair of arms stirring, one hand that had been holding her bum sliding off. As her eyes focused, she was briefly confused to not see the bulkhead next to her hammock but instead a desk and a chair.

“Oh shit!” she said, and one of Noah’s arm fell off of her back. In a panic, Hitty noted the light coming through the window, which meant the four bells signifying dawn and the start of the day. Four bells meant be at the mess if you want breakfast.

Four bells meant everyone knew who wasn’t in her hammock last night.

“Is it morning?” Noah asked groggily. For all her sudden panic, a part of Hitty (and not a small part), realized how their naked bodies were pressing against each other so perfectly in the small bunk, with him on his back and her half laying on top of him. How Noah’s cock felt against her stomach, and the way her legs were wrapped around one of his with her pussy pressing into his thigh, her head resting on his chest, her tits pressing stiffening nipples into his warm skin…

“No no no,” she said, “I’m late!” and crawled off him ignoring the dumb part of her brain that was telling her to just kiss him and ignore everything else. Until, probably, Hannah or Hyvin came and kicked the door in and dragged her to her post.

“Ooof!” Noah said, and Hitty realized she had put an elbow in his stomach trying to get off.

“Well, serves you right for being so warm and cozy I fell asleep,” she giggled as she grabbed her pants and pulled them on. Her shirt was on the floor as well and she quickly spun it and thrust an arm in.

Noah was sitting up, watching her dress with a smile. His naked body in the growing light had Hitty wishing she could just hide in his bed all day, but he said, “You aren’t in trouble or anything are you?”

Doing up the buttons on the shirt, Hitty shook her head, “Not really, but I’m late for breakfast, which is frowned on. And, uh, I’m not sure I’m supposed to be here all night? No one has ever said to not, but I don’t know. I think it’s assumed the steward does his work during set hours only?”

“Well, the steward was very happy and didn’t mind that you stayed,” he said and then looked away, “and Hitty, I won’t forget what you said about my plans. Thank you.”

Her shoes on, Hitty leaned over the bed, her shoulder length hair loose, and kissed him hard on the mouth. “I’m glad.”

As she raced out the door, Hitty realized she had been acting like Noah’s lover, not his crewmate and , well, customer. But the girl didn’t have time to worry too much about that, or obsess over his reaction (he said he was happy she stayed!) as she tried to walk fast across the deck to the crew’s hatch without seeming to run. Hannah was already on deck and looking at her, frowning, but Hitty gave her a quick wave and continued.

Inside the crew’s area there was no where to hide. Hitty would have to walk past the galley and mess to get to her bunk anyway, so she just walked in and sat down in the one free spot. She wasn’t so foolish as to imagine her appearance wouldn’t be noted, but she kept her eyes down and hoped still.

The burst of noise was immediate, with some of the crew laughing and whistling.

With her loud voice, Macha cut through the din with a sarcastic, “Hitty, where were you? Didn’t see you in your hammock and you missed breakfast!”

“Yeah yeah,” Hitty felt her face on fire, but she looked up proudly. She wasn’t at all sorry to have slept the whole night with Noah, of course, quite the opposite. And as she saw Kireama and some of the others staring at her she felt a surge of pride that they all knew. Maybe next time they thought to give her smug glances while talking about their time with the steward they’d remember this!

She had missed breakfast though, and Hitty knew better than to bother asking for a plate now. She’d try to grab a biscuit on her way out of the door, but she wanted the crew to get the teasing out of their system so they wouldn’t be inclined to say anything to Noah. She could take the jibes instead, protecting him from their occasionally crude needling was the least she could do.

Lisa was in the next chair. While she wasn’t normally one to engage in much mocking she did tilt her head away from Hitty and say, “You missed breakfast, and a chance to wash up! You smell like you didn’t spend all night talkin’ anyway, you reek of cum and sweat. How many times did you milk that boy’s seed last night?”

Hitty held a hand in front of her face as the crew laughed. “Yeah, I know,” she muttered, still unable to stop smiling. She got up and walked past the crew as they began to leave and get the day’s sailing started. A few of the women laughed at her with varying degrees of good humour. Hitty was pleased but not surprised to see Yutu give her a kind smile and a slight nod, and the one man on the crew moved out of the way to let her get past him in the narrow space to her cubbyhole.

“Going to change at least?” chuckled Alexandra.

Standing in front of her hammock and sea chest, Hitty grabbed her spare work outfit and hustled back towards the small closet that held the crew’s bathtub and washing area. She didn’t have time to do much, but she put a wash cloth in a basin of water and then pulled her shirt off. With her back still visible to some of the crew she shrugged, she dropped her pants to show her bare ass as she grabbed the wash cloth. “Ya I gotta, when he pulled my pants off Noah was a bit too excited so I didn’t see where he tossed my britches, boy just could not get enough,” she said with an air of studied nonchalance, glancing over her shoulder just once to see a few faces twist in clear jealousy.

Even with Hannah barking at her that she was dawdling it was definitely worth taking the extra couple of minutes.