Have a party

After the ships drop anchor, the pirates flow out with their spoils. They are quick to unload the lighter crates they collected, as well as the wine barrels.
In less than an hour, everyone had gathered and a party was going on in the cove. You’ve never been around so many happy people, nor have you drunk two goblets of wine so quickly after one another. In the abbey you were limited to just half a goblet per day, and that was only during ceremonies. It may well be that these two goblets, filled to the brim with dark red wine, have got you tipsy already.

As you make your way through the crowd, you come across One Eye Sally. She is standing on top of one of the wine barrels and is dancing. She shakes her hips left and right and throws her head wildly around, causing her long blonde hair to dance around her head.
“Ey, Sabby, hic.” Sally calls out once she notices you. “Come on, get onto one o these … hic … barrels, show us some o … hic … yer moves.”
Sally is obviously way past tipsy and downright drunk.

You don’t feel like disappointing the only friend you made here so far, so you get onto a barrel right next to the one Sally is standing on.
You try to mimic Sally, shaking your hips like she does. Once in a while you turn your head around. Not as aggressively as your eyepatch-wearing friend, but enough to make your hair flow around you.

Suddenly the crowd gathered around the two of you starts chanting “Boobies, boobies, boobies, …”
Shortly after the chant begins, Sally reaches for her shirt and strips it off. The topless pirate receives a great cheer and smiles, apparently happy with the attention she is receiving.
Then the chant begins again.
“Boobies, boobies, boobies, boobies, …”
You look into the crowd and see everyone is looking directly at you. Men and women alike are chanting to see your tits.
Feeling pressured into revealing yourself to them, you take a sip of wine from your goblet, and then take off your shirt as well. People cheer upon beholding your perky breasts. You have to admit, you feel rather good about having them so admired.

Sally waves at you and says “Sabby, come o-er here.”
You take a hold of Sally’s hand and she pulls you over to her barrel. The top of this thing is too small for two people to stand comfortably, so you are **** to stand incredibly close to the one-eyed woman.
“Hey Sabby, how about we … hic … give them a show.”
Before you can respond, Sally wraps her arms around you and presses her chest against yours. Her small mounds enviously rub against your globes, but you don’t mind. You have been wanting to explore Sally’s body more since you saw her naked in Jim’s quarters.
Then Sally plants a kiss on your lips. She slips her tongue into your mouth and you return the favor.
The people gathered around you cheer again. When the kiss breaks you ask Sally “You sure it’s them you’re giving a something to enjoy and not … hic … yourself.”
Oh great, the **** had worked its way into your system and now you are drunk too.

“Don’t think about … hic ... them, Sabby. Think about you. What … hic … do you want to do.” Sally asks with a slurred tongue.
Without saying anything, you take another sip from your goblet, then pour its content over yours and Sally’s breasts. Both your chests get drenched in wine. You then throw the goblet away and kiss Sally again.