Well...

John gets the sail up and running, and cuts the engines while you still have a quarter tank... and the container ship is over the horizon.

He stretches after he finishes up his night watch instructions, "...and I'm about ready to have a meal and hit the hay. Wake me if anything comes up."

You pause and bite your lip, "You realize you will probably change while you sleep..."

He takes a slow breath, "Well..." he pauses, "...if that's going to happen, it's going to happen. I ain't looking forward to it, but is there anything anyone can do to stop it?"

You consider Well... maybe an MRI, although the nanites are hardened vs. em, so some should survive that and start the whole thing over... but we don't have one anyway, and anything that might do the job would do more damage to the host tissues than the nanites, "Nothing you'd survive, no. But that's not what I was getting at..." you find yourself stepping up to him and running a hand slowly across his rugged jaw, "...I didn't get a send-off when I switched."

He licks his lips, "Ah... so you want to..."

Your face flushes as you kneel down and unzip his pants, finding his schlong is already long and hard. You give it a good lick... and find yourself feeling warmer in your middle, "Clear enough?"

"Yes..." he shudders, "...also yes."

You find he's salty and musky as you take his length into your mouth... and find you like it? You start slowly bobbing your head up and down,not really knowing what you're doing... and soon he grabs your head and takes charge, using your head like a fleshlight... and you find you don't gag? How... after a few minutes he pauses, and picks you up, pulling apart the shirt you use as a dress, the buttons popping (out, rather than off, fortunately), amd he shoves you up against the wall of the lifeboat, hamds lifting up your comparatively ti y body by your butt, puts his rod to your entrance... and pauses, looking at you.

"Yes..." you answer the unspoken question, amd you see stars as he impales you on his rod, trhustong in and out, in and out, the pleasure building and building in your middle u til he pauses, and grunts while you shudder aroud him, his seed spilling deep into you.

After that, he drops you and collapses in a chair, his rod slowly softening... and passes out.

You pause, something nagging at you in the bacl of your head... and go looking for something... you manage to find an old console built i to the boat, as well as a USB cable. Plugging yourself in, you waot the minute it takes to get read only access, and start going through your logs, line by line....