Out with the boys!

Tir was about to reply when a man with long red hair with a sword strapped to his back walked up. The man wore the usual loose pants and weather worn shirt of a sailor as well as a black bandana. Tir had noticed that almost all of the crew wore them, but hadn't given it much thought till now. The man looked to be about the same age as Tir, who was barely 21.

"So this the new guy? Nice to meet you, I'm Jean."

"Tir, glad to be here." Tir held out his hand and Jean shook it laughing.

"Most people on a pirate ship don't shake hands. We just grunt and nod. You'll get used to it though. Captain tell you I was taking some of the guys out tonight?"

"Yeah I was thinking about going along."

A mischevious smile crept up on Jeans face "Alright that would be great. I'll be getting the rest of the guys together in about half an hour for an early start to the bar."

That night, Jean led fifteen men to one of the nearby bars, the Drunken Sailor, for a drink. The group gathered around a large circular table and began introducing themselves. They were an assortment of men who did everything from act in raids and fighting to simply maintaining the ship. Tir was enjoying the company, but soon found himself looking around the bar. There were several beautiful women there.

One was a blonde who was taller than most of the people in the room. She had long hair that came down to her waist and had a nice B cup.

At a table not far from the blond was a dark haired woman whose tits were larger than most melons that Tir had ever seen. She was a little shorter than he was and was engaged in a drinking contest with a large brutish looking man.

At the bar sat a woman with fiary red hair that came down to her shoulders. She looked slightly taller and younger than Tir, but also a little confused. Tir was trying to make up his mind which woman to talk to when Jean clamped a hand onto his shoulder.

"Look dude, I have a job to do tonight. If you, want you can help me."

Tir really wasn’t in the mood to do a job unless it concerned one of the three ladies he had been looking at. It must have been obvious just by looking at his face because Jean shrugged and turned away from him.

“Well if you don’t want to go visit a brothel to test out the merchandise that’s up to you man.”

“Wait what?” Tir grabbed Jean’s arm, keeping him from leaving.

“Ever ship that goes out takes a whore with it. Although most ships have female crew members, they don’t always feel like entertaining their male counterparts. So each ship pays a special rate at a brothel to take a whore with them. Next time they dock at a port that has a branch of that brothel, the whore leaves the ship to wait for a return trip. Some ships can afford more than one, but we can’t.”

Then Jean’s mischievous smile returned. “Well, unless you think you can convince one or two of the ladies here to go with us for that purpose for free. I’m going to the brothel. What you do is up to you. So, what’s it going to be?”