Pay a visit to Haggen, the ship's doctor

Glenda seems to be recovering from her earlier drunkenness. The girl can fend for herself. You need to get this wound looked at before it catches fever.

Making your way below decks, you follow the groans of pain from the ship's meager infirmary. It's more of a storage room, shared with barrels of whiskey and sacks of dry provisions, that happens to be filled with wounded sailors. Haggen is a short, stout man, balding and with squinting eyes and a furrowed brow. He presses a poultice to a wound on the side of one of the sailors and the man lets out a cry of pain.

"Don't be a baby," scolds Haggen. "Didn't even nick your bone. You'll be on your feet tomorrow if you keep that pressed tight."

"Y-yes. Alright. Thank you, doc." The young sailor gets up from the floor and limps past you out of the infirmary.

There are two other men stretched out on the floor, but Haggen looks at you and motions you over.

"Nasty cut on your arm there," he says and takes your wrist to stretch out your limb. You wince as he turns your arm and seems to open the wound. A line of fresh blood wells at the wound. "They have this poison that will turn your blood black. Lucky for you, I don't see a sign of it, but judging by the smell you're still at risk of the rot. I can give you a bandage for that."

He grinds some herbs and uses a cream as a base, returning with a strongly herbal smelling gunk smeared onto a bandage. He presses it to your wound and you hiss at the sting. As your mind is focused on the bandage, Haggen slips a hand to your outer thigh. You don't notice it until he begins to slide his hand up and under your gown, his fingers reaching around to gently squeeze your bottom.

"That's... what are you doing?"

"Just checking for injury," he says, boldly sliding his hand further back and letting it rest on the full roundness of your ass. "They say I'm a wonder with my hands. I think I have the cure for everything that troubles you, sister."

The lecherous little man has the audacity to wink at you and give your bottom another squeeze. You would be well within your rights to slug him in his jaw for what he is doing.

"What do you say, sister? Would you like a little special medicine?" His other hand slides around and he grabs your bottom with both hands, hard enough to pull you against him. You collide with his soft belly and you feel the hardness of his manhood in his trousers.