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Sunday meant rest and recovery even though they were still at sea. The first mate had already given them the word that they'd be returning to
Noctra shortly. Clothes were mended and washed, music was played, and rum ran freely. Several wooden tubs were hauled up to the lower deck,
and fresh water baths had already begun. They tapped several of the older barrels of water to provide a measure of cleanliness for the crew. It was
a luxurious peculiarity important to Captain Lucienne. Lucienne liked his crew as immaculate as possible, even under these circumstances when
they were weeks at sea.
Considering the amount of tar and grease, as well as salty sea and rotten food they contended with each day, meeting the strict demands of the
captain was by no means an easy task. Pirates were not often known for any particular fastidiousness in their clothing or person, so it was one of
the things Skye had found remarkable about this ship and its crew and their dedication to maintaining sanitary conditions aboard the Night
Stalker. Very strange indeed.
Although there was a skeleton crew on duty to watch for any suspect activity upon the waters and to man the wheel, a majority of the crew
laughed and sang and drank on the lower deck. Several men got together with fiddles and harmonicas, and even a concertina managed to make an
appearance. Another peculiar difference from the usual pirate stories--sailors on the Night Stalker danced naked and lusty, sporting thick, fat
erections, not a clothed tight ass in sight. It was a seductive and titillating scene and even Skye was unable to remain apart from the festive
atmosphere. He lay soaking in the relatively clean water of one of the vacated tubs, enjoying the sensation of clean flesh for the first time in many
days. He leaned back and stared up at the stars.
"Need a hand with yer back there, lad?"
Skye sat up, splashing some of the sudsy water over the sides as he turned to find Nathan standing just behind him. He hovered over Skye, cock
bobbing strong and tall against his lean, hard belly, nestled in a thick triangle of dark, curling hairs. His gaze rose upward to encounter the strange,
filmy blue gaze of the man staring back at him. Long black hair freshly oiled and braided neatly in thick plaits, threaded with what looked like some
of the crimson and gold thread that had been contained in several of the chests they'd brought on board from the French ship. No slick tar or
unkempt hair for this crew. Another of the vampire captain's peculiarities. Nathan held a sopping white linen cloth in his right hand and a bar of
fragrant French soap in his left.
To Skye, on this night, the intriguing cook looked particularly--desirable. Tonight he didn't want to think about his mission, about the captain, or
about vampires and death. He didn't want to think about zombies and dismemberment and whether he would stay or go, turn his back on his duty
or forge ahead into the seductive, preternatural unknown of life aboard the Night Stalker.
"Aye, Nathan. I could use a bit of help."
"Then shift forward, Templeton, and make room."
Skye did exactly that and for the first time since coming on board the Night Stalker he felt the naked, lean, hard body of a crewmember against his
own bare flesh. His hard cock pressed against Skye's lower back and raging lust shot through Skye as he anticipated the feel of Nathan's hands on
his body. More water splashed over the sides as Nathan settled in behind Skye in the small confines of the wooden tub.
"Ease back, lad. Have you been with any of the others yet?"
"No. A lots been happening, I guess."
Nathan's arms curled around Skye's ribs. A soapy hand rubbed across Skye's chest, focusing on his nipples, driving his desire higher and higher.
"Well, then, I'm your first. I've heard talk. Could be you don't have the Captain's mark on you yet. They be waiting to see if you'll join the crew. Or
seek to be put off at one of the outer islands on our way back to Noctra. No point in getting intimate with a landlubber getting off at the first hint of
land."
Skye felt a question in that statement but decided to ignore it. His mind was on other things right now. Nathan's hands slid down Skye's body.
Along his ribs, downward to skim over his abs and farther still, finally nesting at his groin. His fingers teased the curling hairs surrounding the root
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