Take Anne into the back room.

"I've got another idea, Anne." Jenny suggested. "How's about I take you into the back room and put a smile on yer face?"

Anne huffed, looking away from Jenny, until the pirate reached out to tuck a strand of flame-coloured hair behind her ear. She just couldn't resist Kenway's touch. She relented.

-

Anne's arse landed on a crate, and just like that, Kenway was on her. The fledgling captain ravaged the barmaid like she would a Spanish ship heavy with rum and sugar.

She bombarded Anne's lips with kisses, and deftly wrapped one of the redhead's stockinged legs around her waist.

Anne was no less eager. She seized at Jenny's robe, pulling the unusual garment up and over her ears, leaving her bare save for her trousers and boots.

Her own tits exposed, Jenny lowered her head into Anne's cleavage, peppering the slightly younger lass' chest with a series of rapid kisses.

When she begrudgingly came up for breath, Anne couldn't resist running her hands over Jenny's toned stomach, or fondling her breasts.

"Sea life must be agreeing with you, Jenny." Anne smiled. Her time out in the sun had given her skin a healthy tan. It was in stark contrast to the paler Irishwoman. Anne's skin only reddened if she spent too much time out of the shade of the tavern.

"Do you still have it?" Anne asked.

"They don't exactly fade away, do they?" Jenny responded sardonically.

"Turn around. I wanna see it." Anne told her friend. Jenny hesitated.

"That's, "Turn around, Captain."" Jenny reminded her. Anne gave her a soft smack.

"Just turn around, ye bleedin' eejit." Anne said. Jenny obliged.

The pirate could feel Anne's fingers sliding up her back, following what her eyes saw. Her hands had a wonderful softness to them. The kind you lost after years working a ship, or ending lives.

"There she is." Anne smiled. Her fingers terminating at Jenny's upper back, on the right side.

There on her skin was a moderately-sized tattoo of a mermaid. She was a curvy sea-creature, with tits to make any woman in the West Indies envious.

More telling was the face. Between the distinctive face, and the red hair flowing down to the mermaid's shoulder, adorned by flowers, it wasn't too difficult to guess who she was truly supposed to be.

Jenny had been 19, fresh off her first time at sea as a privateer, and full of rum and cum when she'd had the tattoo done. And now she'd bear Anne Bonny on her skin for the rest of her days. The thought comforted the pirate.

Now that she was done inspecting the tattoo, Anne's hands slid down Jenny's body, admiring her arse in her tight brown trousers.

"I must admit, you look fetching in these, Captain Kenway." Anne smirked, shamelessly groping her friend. Turnabout was fair play, after all.

"Quite attached to them, meself." Jenny admitted, as she bent forward, pressing herself against the redhead. One had to imagine Miss Walpole would look far worse in her old outfit these days.

Stepping out of her boots, Jenny unbuttoned her trousers and let them fall. Now she was naked, saved for the ink on her back and her smile. Anne may have tried to play it haughty, but Jenny knew her well enough to know she was admiring her body.

Captain Kenway wasn't interested in being quite so demure. So made her appreciation apparent by kneeling before Mrs. Bonny and hiking her skirt up.

As Jenny began worshipping her pussy, Anne reached out, winding her fingers into the captain's golden hair.

"Okay, I've missed this!" Anne admitted, biting her lip as Jenny ate her out with practiced skill. "No one around here is as good at this as you!"

It drove Jenny wild to hear Anne's deepened breathing, to hear her coo and gasp as she pleasured her. She couldn't resist. One hand dove between her thighs as she began playing with herself.

Jenny looked up at Anne with gleaming eyes. It was quite the sight, seeing the beautiful Irish girl looming over her, lost in the throes of pleasure. No doubt memories of this would keep Jenny entertained on lonely nights at sea.

After a few more moments of selfless pleasure-giving, Jenny grabbed Anne by the wrist, pulling her off her seat and on top of her.

Her bare back was pressing into the rather dirty floor, but Jenny paid it no mind. She was far more interested in her redheaded friend straddling her face. Jenny gripped Anne's arse, holding her close as her world became Anne's cunt.

Before too long, as she had hoped for, Anne deigned to lower herself over Jenny, and bring her lips to the pirate's crotch.

-

Unsurprisingly, given her head start, Anne came first. She moaned wildly into Jenny's pussy as her body bucked with delight. Jenny had never met the man, but she knew Mr. Bonny had to be unworthy of such a delightful wife.

It wasn't long before Jenny followed in Anne's footsteps, enjoying a much-needed climax.

Once Anne had dismounted her mouth, Jenny pulled her in for a close embrace.

"Join my crew, Anne." Jenny offered. "My bed on the Jackdaw gets cold, and there's more coin, and adventure besides, for you in warming it than there is in serving pints."

Her face flushed, her breathing slowly returning to normal, Anne let the offer hang in the air for a moment.

"When hell freezes over, I'll serve on your Jackdaw, Kenway." Anne rebutted. "I know about the dangers on the ocean, especially for a woman like meself."

Extricating herself from Jenny, Anne stood, and straightened up her dress.

"Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a job to be gettin' back to. I can't spend all me time lying naked on the floor like some layabout bint."

Sitting up, Kenway watched Anne go. Regardless of her attitude, she was glad to be back in Nassau, and glad to have seen Anne again.