Captain Dirk. And he has instructions.

The lingering fumes of the barrel made Shiloh's head spin, but she persevered in staying still and silent. Both when hunting, and being hunted, patience and stillness could mean the difference of life and ****. Shiloh knew how to wait through hunger, fear, and fumes. The hard part was how the dark gave her time to think about what the next 30 days would be like, obeying this King.

'My men are animals. I've seen them do horrid things.'

His words echoed through the dark. Yes... the jungle could be brutal. And apes were meant to be one male amongst many females, to have so many male-apes locked together, any female who walked in amongst them would be savaged with a need greater than starving hunger. Something inside her strained, becomming hot, but the fear of those men kept it at bay. Yes, she feared the chains this King may put on her, feared that at the end of the 30 days she may not be the same, but should this King prove honourable and keep his word, it was better than the risk of being caught.

There then came a 'click' as the lid of the barrel began to move. Shiloh willed herself to be fierce and brave, yet her breath stopped in her chest. She had no room to escape in here, if it was not the King she would have no hope.

"There you are beautiful," Dirk smiled in the torch light. "Let's get you up and to my... lair."

He reached down into the barrel, Shiloh grasping onto his thick, strong arm as he helped to pull her upright. The fear lessened, the hot tension increased. The King was to protect her from the ravenous men, in exchange for her obedience and body. It felt... natural, compelling.

"Before we go though," Dirk took advantage of her standing in the barrel, captive to his words. "One more thing."

Setting down the torch he produced a head band, a fluffy pair of cat ears adorned atop it.

"I don't care if you're the 'girl' of the jungle, not a 'woman.' Women are bad luck on a ship, and I won't have you bringing misfortune upon me and my crew... no matter how beautiful you are." His eyes raked over Shiloh's body in her tiny leathers. She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to do more than look. "You'll be wearing these, and maybe some other things. You won't be spending the next 30 days as a 'girl'. You'll be spending them as the ship's cat. My private pussy."