Mary Devon looked up from where she was dutifully scrubbing the deck alongside the rest of the Scallywag's crew. Up on the poop deck, legs apart to keep him steady was Captain Sebastian Brigham.
Mary couldn't help looking when he stood there, overseeing his vessel. He was dark; dark hair, dark eyes, dark moods. He had a violent intensity when the crow's nest had pointed out a sail on the horizon that made Mary's insides quiver. He was vicious to the merchants they caught, honorable to the prisoners they occasionally took onboard, and very fair to the crew.
Of course his well muscled body, toned from climbing the rigging and fighting at the head of his boarding party, didn't hurt her obsession.
He was even quite nice to her, complimenting her work and commending her bravery in battle. The only problem was, he didn't know she was... well... a she.
Mary had gone to sea at a young age when she still looked like any other cabin boy. As she had grown, she kept her blonde hair cut short and enough dirt on her face to mask her softer features. But these days, her curves were hard to hide. She had to bind her not-insignificant breasts with strips of cloth; she'd already killed a man in port for prying too deeply.
That night she resolved to be done with secrecy. She swung out of her hammock and to the deck silently. She padded on bare feet between the hammocks of the snoring, swaying crew towards the captain's cabin at the back of the Scallywag. The door was unlocked so she slipped inside looking around.
She'd never been inside this room. It was roomy for the inside of a ship; large windows across the stern gave it an open feeling, despite the low ceiling. A table was balanced on the backs of two cannons strapped to the back wall and charts were laid all over it. To one side was a cot and a closet and the other had a small door for the captain's head.
There was no one in the cabin other than her. The Captain must be on deck. Mary tip-toed over to the cot and gingerly climbed in it. Unlike her own sleeping area it wasn't a hammock, it swayed with the ship. To her surprise it was still warm, the Captain must have just left.
Pulling the blankets around her, breathing in his musk she could imagine Sebastian there, his tanned skin warm to the touch. She felt impossibly warm and her hand snuck down into her breeches and Mary began to stroke herself. She could imagine him holding her down, his hard and very male body above her. She mewled in pleasure as she rubbed her palm into her clit, fingers teasing her slit.
"Oh, Captain" Mary moaned, putting fist to her mouth, legs pressing closed around her hand. "I wish you knew I was a woman."
"I do" he replied.
