Toss the little fiend out the window

Your growing desire to explore your sexuality cannot coincide with this predatory fiend. You grab him by his throat and pick him up out of the bed. He squawks in protest as you hurl him out the window behind the ship. He flaps up, eyes level with you and his cock jiggling obscenely.

"Oh, you want it bad," he says. "You'll get it too, Fire Hair. Right in pious twat!"

You slam the window closed and pull the shutters. The first light of dawn is filtering through them and illuminating Glenda who stretches in the bed, her nipples hard beneath the taut fabric of her borrowed gown. She yawns and then smiles up at you.

"What was that, Sister Sabine?" she asks.

"A pest that has been following us since we left the abbey."

"The imp? I thought I saw him sniffing around out there when I came to bed."

If you were going to confront her with her behavior from the night before, now would be the time. You decide to let it go again, only offering her a smile. You are about to say more when Captain Rakins knocks at the door.

"We are making good time, sisters. Come, join me for a breakfast and then I will leave you to enjoy the day. We should be past the dangerous waters."

You enjoy a hearty breakfast and spend a day on deck watching the lush coast roll past and soaking in what sun you can without burning your sensitive skin. You see tiny fishing villages and mangrove wetlands. Caves that speak of mysteries and an ancient island castle crumbling into the sea. You dine on sour fruit and salted biscuits for lunch and in the afternoon visit with the doctor. He checks your bandage, applies a new one, and says that you have passed the worst danger of infection.

Haggen is respectful this time, though you catch him looking you over his hands do not stray from his treatment. Once your return to the deck, you cannot find Glenda. You check the captain's cabin and she is not there either. Just what is that girl up to now? Perhaps you should find out.