You succumb to Cabin Fever

The Captain's talk of being a day's sailing away was, frankly, ambitious. With an agreeable wind and a worthy crew, that might have been possible, but the wind started working against the ship almost as soon as it had taken off. Worse, there were other greenhorns among the crew in order to replace losses and desertions. These fresh hands were just recently getting out to sea, much like you and Trandal, and they were making an utter muckery of the events. Guns and other equipment were put in the wrong places or weren't tied down properly. Orders to cut and direct the sails were not properly followed, so moves to make up for lost time only sent you further behind. Even understanding the nautical terminology proved to be difficult for you and Trandal, neither of you from areas where ships and sailing are common. The mood aboard the ship is absolutely foul by the end of the day. Veteran sailors are angry at the new recruits, the new recruits are angry at the captain, and everyone seems to be angry at Trandal. He had more vested interest in things going right than anyone save perhaps Captain Godfrey herself, and carried that anger through his entire body and every act, making the rest of the crew hostile.

As the sun reached the horizon and most of the days work was put to rest, Marriana turned to you for a private conversation.

"I hope you have song or two to get the crew out of the dump their in, elf."

"I'm not well versed in sea shanty's Captain. Besides, a fair amount of the anger is directed, or caused by you. Shouldn't you be the one to try and fix this?"

"I am, by employing you." She precisely fired back. While true, this failed to convince you "Captain, I-"

"Don't worry about it Fiana. Give them a song or two to forget the troubles and we'll be fine. Tomorrow will be easier going and they'll feel better for it."

"You mean, you-?"

"Drove them hard deliberately, yes. A life at sea is not easy, and these men have to understand that, and they have to be able to work together, and work under pressure. If they couldn't cope with today, than they'll skip out off my ship the first time we make port, which is fine by me."

"Than, was catching the other ship ever really part of your plans?"

"It was, but it was never a guarantee. True of life, especially life aboard a sailing ship. We deal with our hardships and losses, but we revel in every drop of every victory we take." The Captain's hand gripped the wooden railing tightly, looking out over the horizon "God's, I love the sea! For all the finery and luxuries I could have had at home, and for all the hardships I contend with out here, I would never give this life up." Turning back to you, she smiled "Well, elf, a song, to rouse the spirits by!"

You think of a song that may be appropriate, to help the crew vent their frustrations out. Grabbing your lute from the captain's quarters, you make your way out to the main deck.

"Attention All Hands!" The captain called "We've got ourselves a songstress on board, and she's be having a word or two to say's to yous all. By your leave, Bard..."

You play the melody as a lead in,

My friends I stand before you
To tell a truth most dire
There lies a traitor in our midst
Who has invoked the captain's ire

He don't deserve no mercy
We ought to shoot him with a gun
But I am not an evil man
So first let's have a little fun
We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope
And throw it overboard
Drag him underneath the ship
A terrifying deadly trip

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho
Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho

I will not say what he has done
His sins are far to grave to tell
It's not my place to judge a man
Before the day he will burn in hell
The sharks will dine up on his flesh
And davie jones will have his soul

Take his money and his hat
He won't need them where he's gonna go
And first lets tie him to a rope
And throw him overboard
Drag him underneath the ship
A terrifying deadly trip

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho
Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho

We'll tie that scoundrel to a rope
And throw him overboard
Drag him underneath the ship
A terrifying deadly trip

Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho
Keelhaul, that filthy landlubber, send him down to the depths below
Make that bastard walk the plank with a bottle of rum and a yo-ho-ho

The crew carried the song well, singing even after your playing stopped. Unfortunately, they got a little ahead of themselves in their rancor, and started to follow through on the song. The crew gang-rushed Trandal, starting to hit him and try to tie him to a rope and keelhaul him for real. You tried to put a stop to it, but were quickly pushed away by the overbearing crew. Captain Godfrey, having seen the events unfurl, took her flintlock from her holster and fired into the sky, creating a deafening bang that stopped everyone in their tracks.

"Okay now! That's enough!" She shouted from above the crew "You've all had your fun and gotten your anger out, now we be done with all this. The next person to try something will deal with my other shot..." As she pulls out her other flintlock "And than being keelhauled will seem like the least of your troubles. Now, there being an accord, everyone get back to work."

"Aye Cap'n" the crew responded indistinctly as they separated out, to either their duty positions or below decks to the crew quarters. Trandal was unceremoniously left on the floor of the deck, bruised and still half tied up. You and Captain Godfrey both rush to help him. He'll recover, but isn't looking his best.

"Ay, he's hardy stock, he'll be fine. Let's get him loose and you both'll be sleeping in my cabin, lest this scurvy crew plots something further..." Once loose, Trandal is able to stagger to his feet, but you still walk alongside him to help him out. Once in the lavish Captain's quarters, Marrianna spoke up again "Go ahead and lay on your back Orc. I've got some old fashioned medicine that'll make you feel right as rain." Trandal quietly did as he was asked and closed his eyes immediately. You kept your eyes on him, shocked when you turned your eyes back to the captain, half-naked and getting further undressed.

"C-c-Captain!" You objected

"Yes, Fiana?" She asked, unaware or uncaring of your concern

"What are you doing?"

"Applying old fashioned medicine. Trust me, in a few minutes, he'll be feeling better than he has in months." Everything removed but her large hat, she sauntered over to him slowly.

"You're going to cure him...by fucking?"

"You clearly don't know men. Besides, he's not yours to claim, is he?" With a quick tug, she pulled Trandal's pantaloons back to expose his meaty cock "You've never had anything this big before, have you?" As she slapped it against her tongue in teasing foreplay

"n-n-No Captain, I haven't."

"Would you like to?" She asked while teasingly sucking on his head. Trandal, conscious and receptive, rubbed his hand along her soft ass and moaned while she worked.

"I-I-I" you continue to stammer, uncertain what to do.

"Nobody will know but the three of us. The crew may suspect, but they won't be able to prove anything. Come on, live a little."

You submit to baser desires as you rush over to the other side of the bed, still dressed, and bend down to pick up where Captain Godfrey left off, sucking his huge cock mercilessly.

"My oh my, looks like our bard knows how to play the flute as well, doesn't it Trandal?" He moaned in affirmative, holding your head and guiding it up and down.

"Now now, don't be greedy Fiana. The best part is still to come." The captain slowly nudged you away, so that she could straddle Trandal and take his orc cock deep inside. She rocked her hips up and down fully on him while you hurriedly got undressed, looking to join in. The Captain was greedy to a point as you got back to the bed "Sorry Fiana, but I can't give up on something this magnificent, but I bet your friend here would like to return a favor for you." Without a word spoken, Trandal grabbed you by your leg and pulled you towards his chest. Surprised but understanding, you allowed this and spread your legs as you sat over his face while he lapped up the juices of your dripping wet pussy. For balance, you hold onto the bed posts overhead. Trandal works quickly, and clearly isn't new to this experience, seemingly knowing every delicate part of your insides, hitting them between deep breaths. Over excited and eager, the captain came first on Trandal's thick Orc cock, not relenting even after her orgasm. You could tell he was nearing his climax as well as his hot breath increased against you. You could feel your own approaching as well, and a moment of daring swept over you. Just before Trandal came, you buried his face in your pussy, nearly causing him to suffocate on it. He growled into you as his orgasm seemed to sustain itself even longer, driving the captain mad as well. The moment over, Trandal was dedicated now for you to have your go, using a spare finger to toy your virgin ass as he ate you out. This was the final step, as you gushed all over the orc's face. You feel slightly embarrassed for having gone so far, but your other two partners seemed far less concerned, the Captain especially.

"Well, good work today you two. Sleep well. I'll likely kill you in the morning..." As she found a spare place in her gigantic bed and closed her eyes, beginning to doze immediately...