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Captain's log, second week of thaw 1537, Captain Alessa Thornback of the cruiser Silver Dawn sailing out of Neverwinter route to the Moonshare Islands. We were dispatched two moons ago on orders to sort out local sightings of pirates. Local raids and boardings have ironically gone down over the last several months despite the sightings going up. My X.O Agitha Stormheard is a credit to her Drow heritage; the crew has never been more disciplined and is a credit to the Navy. The only issue we have had with the crew is the adventurers we were requested to bring with us. The group is a motley one comprised of a few different races and creeds. They are led by a drow of a different lineage than our X.O but I confess I do not know the difference. We shall see how they fare when the cook runs low on perishable foods to cook, and we get down to the rum and hard tack.
Captain's log, last week of thaw 1537, Captain Alessa Thornback of the cruiser Silver Dawn. We have sighted the enemy. They are not pirates as we were led to believe, but a privateer fleet led by a Galleon whose captain I do not know. As I write this entry, they are en route to us with parley colors flying. I can only imagine that they wish to offer us surrender or to leave these waters. They have us outnumbered and outmatched. If we fight, we will go down having barely scratched their paint if we are lucky. I have instructed Mr. Ventura, our cook, to make the best meal he can, as I intend to invite the Galleon's captain to dinner in hopes I can at least talk him into allowing us to leave these waters in peace. If I read their fleet colors correctly, they are of the Shark Teeth Privateer League, which does have a reputation for somewhat honorable behavior. As much as I'm loath to request their aid, I have also requested that the wizard of the adventuring party brew a potion to mix into some wine that I keep for special occasions, the potion is to be one of relaxation. Hopefully, if the captain is relaxed, he will be more likely to let us live…
Captain Thornback waited at the aft of the Silver Dawn, looking out over the railing at the sunset. The Galleon had come alongside her and was currently lowering a gang plank down to the dock. The captain of the galleon, now known to the crew as the Dusk Blade, quickly agreed to dinner when Captain Thornback called out her invitation. The Dusk Blades captain, a burgundy-skinned tiefling named Malcolm, was all too happy to enjoy her hospitality and talk about how things would proceed. He wasn’t worried after all; his galleon could destroy the dawn with a single salvo if anything happened to him. As it turned out, Malcolm had turned out to be a very charismatic man, and Alessa began to wonder if the spiked wine was even going to be necessary.
Malcol,m or Mal as he insisted Alessa call him, walked next to Alessa with a relaxed swagger, even taking her arm as she led him to her captain's cabin. Dinner was ready, and Mr. Ventura had indeed outdone himself. As it turned out, he had a few steaks stashed away and frozen to keep fresh. It had been paired with a sea creature called a lobster that she had been assured wasquitet good. Entering her cabin, the sunset was on prominent display through her back window. Truth be told, it made a very romantic atmosphere that Alessa would enjoy if her ship's fate were not on the line. Walking to her dining table, Alessa was taken aback as Mal not only pulled her chair out for her but tucked her in and poured her the first glass of wine before going to his own seat and pouring himself a heavy pour of the wine. “To peaceful dinners,” Mal said, and Alessa said the same as both of them took drinks of the wine.
Meanwile
“no no, no no no, I fucked up oh god I fucked up” said the pacing druid known to her friends and companions as Marie. “what could you have possibly fucked up to warrant this level of histarics marie” said the lovely dark skinned drow in the corner of the room playing with a dagger while playing poker with her goliath lover. Anabel the Udadrow was up two hands and looked to her druid with annoyance. “seriously out with it, girl, you're disturbing my calm.” Marie’s face had only grown paler by the second, and her stammering was getting worse, but finally she stopped repeating her words from before. “sorry mistress, I um I fucked up. I said not to tell the captain I was a wizard. Now I.” Anabel cut her off with a thrown pillow from the bed next to her. “SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!, Lolth take me for a fool for ever taking you in.” barely dodging the flying pillow, Marie swallowed and got herself mostly under control. “the the the captain asked me for a potion of relaxation, and I brewed one for her, but I was already brewing the potion you asked for. The one for the job on the island we are going to. I I I finished both at roughly the same time and labeled them both with the time and date of completion as per normal. When the captain came in she scared me and just gave her the closest of the two potions.” Anabel began to laugh so hard she fell out of her chair and the rest of what Marie said was lost to the laughter. Several minutes later as Anabel finally stopped laughing and regained her composure “so your telling me that you gave the captain the love and lust potion I had you working on?” Marie nodded her head and spoke again softly. “um whats worse is that if it was added to wine as the captain said was the plan it will be much much stronger…”
back in the captain's cabin
Alessa finished drinking for Mal’s toast and found it had been a pity to waste such good wine on this occasion. She had thought it was a middling bottle of only decent vintage when she procured it, but the taste of the wine had been amazing, and from the look on his face mal had enjoyed it just as much as she had. As her eyes met his, her voice hitched in her throat just slightly, and the temperature of the room seemed to go up a bit. Something seemed off, and Alessa knew it, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. Pushing on, Alessa found her voice and suggested that they move on to dinner before Mr. Ventura’s cooking grew cold. As with the wine, the steak and lobster were amazing, especially with the wine. Indeed, both captains had a difficult time prying themselves from the food and drink. With one caveat as they both snuck looks at each other, their eyes darting back to the food when they thought the other was not looking. Indeed, to Alessa, the room had only grown warmer. Despite her normal habits of crisp etiquette and manners, she had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and thus revealed some cleavage. The wraps she wore to cover and flatten her breast, partially visible, she noticed, and despite her trying not to notice, her nipples were hard as cerulean sapphires. She had never felt this hot on the sea before, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on her food and not on Mal. The two sat in silence, their plates clean and their voices lost. Finally mal spoke up. “This was a very good meal, and I love this wine. May I have another glass with you?” Grabbing onto his words like a life raft, Alessa spoke up as well. “Oh yes, why don’t we move over to my sitting area by the window?”
Like a pair of teens, the two tiptoed around each other as they took the bottle of wine over to her sitting area. It was as Mal turned to sit that alessa seen out of the corner of her eye that Mal was filling his pants almost to the point of bursting, and it was all she could do to tear her eyes away and sit in her favorite chair. Attempting badly to keep her mind on the reason they were there alessa spoke and found her voice was much huskier than normal. “so obviously we cannot stop your vessel or your fleet from taking us if you so desire.” her voice seemed to snap mal back to the present his eyes glued on her lips. “oh I don’t know about that, yes we have you outgunned but im sure you could outrun my galleon and maybe even my fleet. You and your crew seem quite feisty.” The two grew quiet again and then started giggling out of nowhere. Both pouring and drinking down another glass each to give themselves a moment. As their glasses both clinked upon the tables next to each chair alessa noticed that Malcolm was staring at her chest, his breath heavy. “fuck me” he whispered to himself, but in the silence of the cabin, she had heard him, and as he noticed she had in fact heard him, both of their inhibitions crumbled.
Malcolm started to rise out of his chair, but Alessa was much faster. Before he could rise out of his chair, Alessa had tackled him back into his chair and was atop him, her lips meeting his, their breath mingling as tongues intertwined and fought for dominance. Her hands attempted to get his shirt open to feel his chest, but with their lips locked together, she couldn’t see well enough to get the buttons. Giving up on and going for the easy option, she simply tore the shirt open, buttons popping and flying. A few moments later, he had the same idea, tearing her shirt open as well. Breaking the kiss, Alessa began to move her hips back and forth till she found the sweet spot and began grinding herself along his bulge. Her hands moving almost automatically, she untied the simple knot on the wrap,s keeping her chest contained. What had appeared to be a pair of B cups had actually been a compressed ample pair of C’s as the wraps fell around her waist. Alessa pressed her chest into his face, the movement of her waist and hips.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to need more than this, however. With a quick, heady kiss alessa breathed into Malcolm's ear, “Get those trousers off, sailor.” Backing off him and getting on her knees alessa pulled at his trousers and undergarments both as his belt unclasped. His manhood bobbed to a heartbeat of its own once the pants got low enough and it popped out. Tossing his trousers, boots, and everything else to the side alessa was very happy with his size and girth. “There's my dessert,” she cooed as she moved in and took his manhood between her tits. “hmm maybe later when it's a bit more wet,” she giggled to herself. Pleasee stop teasing me,” she heard him whisper. In response, she kissed his tip and took his shaft in hand. Giving him a few pumps before taking his head into her mouth, she ran her tongue under it and around it. Bobbing her head down, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and in return, she heard him sigh in pleasure. Apparently, she had indeed worked him up a bit too much, as just as she started to get in the groove, he climaxed in her mouth. With little other choice, she drank it down, and when he was done twitching, she released him from her mouth and purred, “I had heard it tasted like cinnamon, but I didn’t believe. Now lets take this to my bed and get you ready for another round.”
the next morning
Alessa woke the next morning, her head reeling like it had been pressed by two giants. Looking around her room was a broken mess. Things were strewn everywhere; it looked like a monsoon had struck her living quarters. Unable to find her undergarments, she wrapped herself in her sheets and began looking around her room for her water skin. Unable to find even that she found a note on her desk. ‘Your ship is free to leave for safer waters, while your navy is not welcome in these waters, you are welcome to come back any time. Just bring more of that wine’ looking out her window, Alessa noted the ship was already underway. Now she just had to find her clothes, then that wizard to find out what was in that potion.
Captain's log, last week of thaw 1537, Captain Alessa Thornback of the cruiser Silver Dawn. We have sighted the enemy. They are not pirates as we were led to believe, but a privateer fleet led by a Galleon whose captain I do not know. As I write this entry, they are en route to us with parley colors flying. I can only imagine that they wish to offer us surrender or to leave these waters. They have us outnumbered and outmatched. If we fight, we will go down having barely scratched their paint if we are lucky. I have instructed Mr. Ventura, our cook, to make the best meal he can, as I intend to invite the Galleon's captain to dinner in hopes I can at least talk him into allowing us to leave these waters in peace. If I read their fleet colors correctly, they are of the Shark Teeth Privateer League, which does have a reputation for somewhat honorable behavior. As much as I'm loath to request their aid, I have also requested that the wizard of the adventuring party brew a potion to mix into some wine that I keep for special occasions, the potion is to be one of relaxation. Hopefully, if the captain is relaxed, he will be more likely to let us live…
Captain Thornback waited at the aft of the Silver Dawn, looking out over the railing at the sunset. The Galleon had come alongside her and was currently lowering a gang plank down to the dock. The captain of the galleon, now known to the crew as the Dusk Blade, quickly agreed to dinner when Captain Thornback called out her invitation. The Dusk Blades captain, a burgundy-skinned tiefling named Malcolm, was all too happy to enjoy her hospitality and talk about how things would proceed. He wasn’t worried after all; his galleon could destroy the dawn with a single salvo if anything happened to him. As it turned out, Malcolm had turned out to be a very charismatic man, and Alessa began to wonder if the spiked wine was even going to be necessary.
Malcol,m or Mal as he insisted Alessa call him, walked next to Alessa with a relaxed swagger, even taking her arm as she led him to her captain's cabin. Dinner was ready, and Mr. Ventura had indeed outdone himself. As it turned out, he had a few steaks stashed away and frozen to keep fresh. It had been paired with a sea creature called a lobster that she had been assured wasquitet good. Entering her cabin, the sunset was on prominent display through her back window. Truth be told, it made a very romantic atmosphere that Alessa would enjoy if her ship's fate were not on the line. Walking to her dining table, Alessa was taken aback as Mal not only pulled her chair out for her but tucked her in and poured her the first glass of wine before going to his own seat and pouring himself a heavy pour of the wine. “To peaceful dinners,” Mal said, and Alessa said the same as both of them took drinks of the wine.
Meanwile
“no no, no no no, I fucked up oh god I fucked up” said the pacing druid known to her friends and companions as Marie. “what could you have possibly fucked up to warrant this level of histarics marie” said the lovely dark skinned drow in the corner of the room playing with a dagger while playing poker with her goliath lover. Anabel the Udadrow was up two hands and looked to her druid with annoyance. “seriously out with it, girl, you're disturbing my calm.” Marie’s face had only grown paler by the second, and her stammering was getting worse, but finally she stopped repeating her words from before. “sorry mistress, I um I fucked up. I said not to tell the captain I was a wizard. Now I.” Anabel cut her off with a thrown pillow from the bed next to her. “SPIT IT OUT ALREADY!, Lolth take me for a fool for ever taking you in.” barely dodging the flying pillow, Marie swallowed and got herself mostly under control. “the the the captain asked me for a potion of relaxation, and I brewed one for her, but I was already brewing the potion you asked for. The one for the job on the island we are going to. I I I finished both at roughly the same time and labeled them both with the time and date of completion as per normal. When the captain came in she scared me and just gave her the closest of the two potions.” Anabel began to laugh so hard she fell out of her chair and the rest of what Marie said was lost to the laughter. Several minutes later as Anabel finally stopped laughing and regained her composure “so your telling me that you gave the captain the love and lust potion I had you working on?” Marie nodded her head and spoke again softly. “um whats worse is that if it was added to wine as the captain said was the plan it will be much much stronger…”
back in the captain's cabin
Alessa finished drinking for Mal’s toast and found it had been a pity to waste such good wine on this occasion. She had thought it was a middling bottle of only decent vintage when she procured it, but the taste of the wine had been amazing, and from the look on his face mal had enjoyed it just as much as she had. As her eyes met his, her voice hitched in her throat just slightly, and the temperature of the room seemed to go up a bit. Something seemed off, and Alessa knew it, but she couldn’t place her finger on it. Pushing on, Alessa found her voice and suggested that they move on to dinner before Mr. Ventura’s cooking grew cold. As with the wine, the steak and lobster were amazing, especially with the wine. Indeed, both captains had a difficult time prying themselves from the food and drink. With one caveat as they both snuck looks at each other, their eyes darting back to the food when they thought the other was not looking. Indeed, to Alessa, the room had only grown warmer. Despite her normal habits of crisp etiquette and manners, she had unbuttoned the top few buttons of her blouse and thus revealed some cleavage. The wraps she wore to cover and flatten her breast, partially visible, she noticed, and despite her trying not to notice, her nipples were hard as cerulean sapphires. She had never felt this hot on the sea before, and it was all she could do to keep her eyes on her food and not on Mal. The two sat in silence, their plates clean and their voices lost. Finally mal spoke up. “This was a very good meal, and I love this wine. May I have another glass with you?” Grabbing onto his words like a life raft, Alessa spoke up as well. “Oh yes, why don’t we move over to my sitting area by the window?”
Like a pair of teens, the two tiptoed around each other as they took the bottle of wine over to her sitting area. It was as Mal turned to sit that alessa seen out of the corner of her eye that Mal was filling his pants almost to the point of bursting, and it was all she could do to tear her eyes away and sit in her favorite chair. Attempting badly to keep her mind on the reason they were there alessa spoke and found her voice was much huskier than normal. “so obviously we cannot stop your vessel or your fleet from taking us if you so desire.” her voice seemed to snap mal back to the present his eyes glued on her lips. “oh I don’t know about that, yes we have you outgunned but im sure you could outrun my galleon and maybe even my fleet. You and your crew seem quite feisty.” The two grew quiet again and then started giggling out of nowhere. Both pouring and drinking down another glass each to give themselves a moment. As their glasses both clinked upon the tables next to each chair alessa noticed that Malcolm was staring at her chest, his breath heavy. “fuck me” he whispered to himself, but in the silence of the cabin, she had heard him, and as he noticed she had in fact heard him, both of their inhibitions crumbled.
Malcolm started to rise out of his chair, but Alessa was much faster. Before he could rise out of his chair, Alessa had tackled him back into his chair and was atop him, her lips meeting his, their breath mingling as tongues intertwined and fought for dominance. Her hands attempted to get his shirt open to feel his chest, but with their lips locked together, she couldn’t see well enough to get the buttons. Giving up on and going for the easy option, she simply tore the shirt open, buttons popping and flying. A few moments later, he had the same idea, tearing her shirt open as well. Breaking the kiss, Alessa began to move her hips back and forth till she found the sweet spot and began grinding herself along his bulge. Her hands moving almost automatically, she untied the simple knot on the wrap,s keeping her chest contained. What had appeared to be a pair of B cups had actually been a compressed ample pair of C’s as the wraps fell around her waist. Alessa pressed her chest into his face, the movement of her waist and hips.
It didn’t take long for the two of them to need more than this, however. With a quick, heady kiss alessa breathed into Malcolm's ear, “Get those trousers off, sailor.” Backing off him and getting on her knees alessa pulled at his trousers and undergarments both as his belt unclasped. His manhood bobbed to a heartbeat of its own once the pants got low enough and it popped out. Tossing his trousers, boots, and everything else to the side alessa was very happy with his size and girth. “There's my dessert,” she cooed as she moved in and took his manhood between her tits. “hmm maybe later when it's a bit more wet,” she giggled to herself. Pleasee stop teasing me,” she heard him whisper. In response, she kissed his tip and took his shaft in hand. Giving him a few pumps before taking his head into her mouth, she ran her tongue under it and around it. Bobbing her head down, she took as much of him into her mouth as she could, and in return, she heard him sigh in pleasure. Apparently, she had indeed worked him up a bit too much, as just as she started to get in the groove, he climaxed in her mouth. With little other choice, she drank it down, and when he was done twitching, she released him from her mouth and purred, “I had heard it tasted like cinnamon, but I didn’t believe. Now lets take this to my bed and get you ready for another round.”
the next morning
Alessa woke the next morning, her head reeling like it had been pressed by two giants. Looking around her room was a broken mess. Things were strewn everywhere; it looked like a monsoon had struck her living quarters. Unable to find her undergarments, she wrapped herself in her sheets and began looking around her room for her water skin. Unable to find even that she found a note on her desk. ‘Your ship is free to leave for safer waters, while your navy is not welcome in these waters, you are welcome to come back any time. Just bring more of that wine’ looking out her window, Alessa noted the ship was already underway. Now she just had to find her clothes, then that wizard to find out what was in that potion.