The redhead

You point to the redhead.

"Have the other blonde start mending the mens old clothes," you order. Wallace starts off with the women in tow. You watch as the redhead is taken to your cabin, and your mind begins to fill with lusty ideas. You have always had a thing for redheads. Perhaps it's the red hair of your beard, your Celtic ancestry. Or perhaps it's because they are the most wild...and willing. A redhead has never refused to come aboard, nor has one ever refused to bend to your sexual will either. Curious, they are, and all too willing to explore danger. What fun you will have tonight.

As for now, there is work to be done. You head to the wheel to set the course, and then inspect the work your men are doing. Not surprisingly, when a group of attractive young ladies are brought aboard, the men tend to slack off a bit. You have to **** them to keep their minds on the tasks at hand. Of course, you give them some incentive...

"Remember lads, work now, play later!" Their laughter joins with yours as you instruct them in this or that. But your own mind cannot keep off of that busty redhead all alone in your cabin, or the two brunetts in the galley, or the blonde in the mens bunkroom. All seems in order topside anyway, why not get to know a few of the new guests more...intimately.