There's no time for anything else!

Forget the luxury of being picky, you have to finish now! The thin hammock rocks wildly as you, trembling with fear of discovery, try to finish as soon as possible. Suddenly you feel Buchi squirm beneath you, and she tightens around your cock. It's all you need, and as pleasure mixes with your fear, you let loose. Restraining your moans of pleasure with all your might, your cum splashes against her cervix, painting it white. As much as you wish you could enjoy the afterglow, you hastily disengage from her and button up your drawers. You just barely finish doing the top button with your trembling fingers when the first sailor walks in. "How's it going you too? Getting in a little quality time?" he asks with a lascivious grin.

At that exact moment you are standing next to the hammock, where Buchi still lays inside. From that angle she is barely visible, so any sign of your recent intimacy is likely undetectable. "Ha ha, what a kidder" you say, voice dripping with nervousness. He crawls into his own hammock at the opposite end of the room. "Hell, I know I would. They say a sailor's got a girl in every port, but I wish I was that lucky. I'm going to nap, so keep it down, ok?" You are glad to be done with that conversation. As the adrenaline rush fades, you find that you are extremely tired. Between the stress of today and the relaxing effects of your coitus, you have a hard time keeping your eyes open. You crawl back in your cramped hammock, next to Buchi. She has already closed her eyes, either asleep or trying. You notice a white stream of your cum leaking down her dark leg, going down to the hammock fabric. You feel a bit bad about making a mess in a hammock that doesn't really belong to you, but what's done is done.

A few hours later, the ship sets sail. In a matter of weeks you shall be in the southern colonies, ready to build a future with Buchi by your side. But what role exactly will she hold there? That's a question for another day.