You accept, reluctantly

You analyze quickly your options, and it seems to you that being shared with all the crew could be worse than being the captain's mistress. Not even considering your reputation.

(And if by poor chance, I get pregnant, if not already, at least I will know who the father is.)

And may be that being 'nice' to the captain would make him do what he promised. Surely, getting him angry wouldn't help you in that matter.

So you decided to accept his offer, and you're going to be his mistress.

So you accept his deep kiss, and let his hand continue to rub your pussy.

(And at least he has some manners, that I'm sure his crew don't.)

"I see that you're a woman of some reason, you're making the good choice Isabelle. It would have been a shame a woman of your kind with those ruffians of my crew. So, then tell me what kind of slut you are, my slut, and that you will do what I say, when I say."

It seems to be the first test of obedience....