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Pirate Slang Cheat Sheet in Order it Appears:
• Quim: Slang for cunt.
• Scallywag: Refers to a mischievous or disreputable person, often used in a playful or teasing manner.
• Dairy: Slang term for a woman’s breasts.
• Cherrilets: 16th Century slang term for nipples.
• Wench: A slang term used from the 13th century to refer to a woman, often a prostitute
• Bilge-Sucking: Insult expressing disdain. It suggests that the person is as dirty and unpleasant as the bilge water found at the bottom of a ship.
• Muckworm: Slang for someone who hoards wealth through sordid means
• Brasser: Slang for a cheap prostitute, who earns only a brass farthing for her work.
• Briney Deep: Slang for ocean.
• Milch Cow: Term for Cash Cow that would’ve been used in the 1700s.
• Whore Pipe: Slang for penis.
• Tuzzy-muzzy: Slang for a woman’s private parts.
• Bumboo: A common drink for pirates of the Caribbean, made from rum, water, sugar, and nutmeg.
• White Swelling: Slang for pregnant. A woman carrying a child is said to have a white swelling.
• Drab: Slang for a “nasty” whore.
• Plug Tail: Slang for penis.

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Candles flickered in the dark, musky, stale-aired backroom of The Blowhole, a crummy whore-house tavern that Cassian and Smith had built just to whore out their beached whale. Captain Erik Gideon, known now as The Rusty Brine Sow according to the posters advertising her available quim, laid in a wooden tub placed along the back wall and facing the door to said room. The murky water lapped around her pale skin and scarlet scales, stained with the seed of countless seamen and scallywags. Her sea blue eyes stared vacant daggers forward, filled with tamed anger and unamusement whilst her mouth bared her sharp teeth. Sagging low on her chest were her two swollen, veiny, barrel-sized dairies and at the tip of her teats sat her puffy yet floppy cherrilets. Her areolas were akin to two halves of a coconut both in color and shape with nipples similar to the andouille sausages they’d stock up for their days on the sea. Parting her breasts like the bow of a ship slices through the sea was her bloated belly, brimming with a healthy bastard baby from the copious filling of seed she had taken since being cursed.

Erik didn’t know exactly how long he had been whored out as a wench for those Cassian and Smith fellows but from the far and few dates he had heard thrown around he knew it had been between two to three years since. Two to three years since she had washed ashore and those two bilge-sucking, muckworms tangled her up in an old fishing net and dragged her away. At first she was whored out to whoever and whatever offered to pay a pretty coin as a brasser and even then Cassian and Smith quickly made king’s fortune as they offered an exclusive, once in a lifetime opportunity to knock-up a maiden of the briney deep. They bought a tavern in Canker’s Cove, threw their milch-cow in a locked room in the back, and began spreading the word of the opportunity to shag precious Rusty Brine Sow for a hefty yet fair price. And despite the heavier entrance fee she was still servicing dozens of men every day, spit shining their whore pipes and letting them have her way with her tuzzy-muzzy.

She grabbed her mug of bumboo from a table next to her and downed a healthy portion of the booze before slamming it back down. Through the locked wooden door, nearly drowned out by the loud bustle of many a drunk man over-indulging in alcohol, she could barely make out a muffled conversation:

“Here she be,” Cassian announced, “But I must warn ye’, she is well along with some white swelling.”

“Oh, I don’t mind that! Between you and I Mr. Cassian it just makes her more of a gem in my eye.” An unfamiliar voice answered Cassian. Erik knew that this would surely be the next man she’d get overly acquainted with’s penis.

Cassian let out a hearty chuckle. “That’s between you and God my friend. As long as my pockets stay heavy, if ya’ know what I mean.”

Of course! Of course.” A bag of gold coins jingled as they were exchanged. “That should cover a few hours with the merlday.”

“Eight… Nine… Ten…” Cassian muttered as he summed up his new bounty. “Twelve gold coins! That’ll get ya’, let’s say, three hours with the drab accounting for the bottle ‘o’ wine and the rest of ya’ tab.” Erik heard the familiar click of a key being turned followed by the door creaking open. “Here ye’ are. Oh! And also, she hasn’t done it in a wee while but mind her teeth. We don’t offer refunds if she rips off your plug tail.”

“Heard Mr. Cassian.” The man stepped past Cassian and through the door giving Erik her first at her next customer. He was a tall English man with a wide chest and thick arms. Unlike every other man who had their way with her this man was well groomed with a clean face and trimmed brown hair. He wore a nice but worn doublet with a linen undershirt, a pair of dark tan breeches held up by a leather belt, and his leather boots thudded against the wooden floor as he gently approached. As custom Cassian closed the door behind the customer, letting him have his privacy with the merwoman. Erik watched the man walk over to the table next to her as he popped the cork off a bottle of red wine, take a swig of it, and placed the bottle of Claret next to her bumboo. “You’re welcome to help yourself to some if you’d like.” He met eyes with Erik who stared up at him coldly, but her eyes kept stealing glances at the wine. “Do you… understand what I’m saying?”

Erik looked up at the man and opened her mouth to speak before closing it again and simply nodding. She learned long ago that she had lost the ability to form ‘human’ words after being transformed into the siren she now was. She hesitated for a moment then, slowly and cautiously reached for the bottle. Seeing that the man only encouraged her to do so with a wave of his hand she grabbed the bottle and greedily gulped down as much as she could, causing wine to dribble from the corner of her lips. Apart from the cheap house rum the tavern made she only ever got to finish whatever other men had left in her room in error so the reserve of bitter wine was a pleasant pleasure she hadn’t experienced in a long while.

The man let out a soft chuckle as he began to unbuckle his belt. “Have as much of that as you like ‘cause I have plenty more back on my ship.” With his belt unbuckled he shimmied his pants down his waist, exposing his hairy yet muscular legs with an already excited dick standing at attention between his legs.

“Ahh!~” Erik finished off the bottle of wine, wiping the remaining remnants from her cheek with the back of her hand. With her face no longer stuffed with the now empty glass bottle she saw that the man had wasted no time disrobing his lower half, laying his sizable shaft bare to the stale air.

“Pardon me…” The man muttered as he stepped one leg over the tub so he was straddling it. His thighs squished into Erik’s breasts which spilled over the side of the tub and his cock twitched in front of her face. He gingerly lowered himself as to sit stop her chest before placing both of his hands behind her head, lacing his fingers between her silky, scarlet hair.

Erik knew what the man wanted and, although unhappy about it, obliged by opening her mouth and averting her gaze up at the man's face. The man nodded at her and began slowly pulling her head closer to his waist. She clasped her lips down around the man's plug tail causing him to flinch but when he realized he couldn’t even feel her sharp teeth he relaxed and continued pulling her head closer to him. Before long Erik’s nose found its place amongst the man’s curly pubic hair while the back of her throat was prodded by the man’s dick.

Man: “You doing good?”

Erik nodded along with a muffled noise of affirmation which led the man to continue his exploration of her throat. He started slowly, pulling his whore pipe nearly free from her mouth before plunging it back in. As this went on he became more vigorous with his handling of Erik’s head until he was practically slamming her nose into his crotch over and over and over again. “Gluk~ Glurk~ Ghuh~ Gher~”

“Just-~ Just a wee bit longer!~” He pistoned her head up and down his cock a few more time until- “Oh lord!~” He held her head tight against his waist as his cock twitched, releasing torrents of seed down her throat. Once satisfied he let go of her head causing her to reel back and gasp for air. “Here, let me-” The man brought his leg back over to the one side of the tub and patted Erik on her back to help her catch her breath. “You good?” He watched the merlady cough a few more times but gave a soft nod. “That’s good to hear. Now I’ll return the favor.” And before Erik could retaliate the man reached one hand down into the water and slipped a few fingers into her pussy whilst he placed his other hand atop her belly and began to gently massage it.

“Mgah?!~” Erik squeaked in surprise at the man’s sudden touch. Every other man simply had their way with her, forcing their cocks down her throat or pinning her down while they scrambled her guts so the gentle, selfless attention the man was giving her sensitive body was foreign to her.

“You like that? I can…” The man placed his thumb onto her clit and pressed down onto it, causing another surprised squeal to exit her mouth. Matching the circular motions his hand on her belly was doing he began to rub his thumb into her clit causing her to arch her back and writhe in pleasure.

“Hah!?~ Muh~” She braced her arms against the man's chest and tried to push him off but her thin arms couldn’t get him to budge. “Ngah!~ Mmm…~” She shook her head, trying to vocalize somehow to the man for him to stop but before she could really begin she felt her body suddenly tense up. “Nuh?~ MmaaAAHHH!~” Her back arched, the muscles in her tail tensed up, and she uncontrollably threw her head back as her quim convulsed from a sudden orgasm.

“I can do more than just that.” The next hour was composed of gentleman and merlady swapping out positions as they gave into their carnal desires. He rested his hands on her cheeks, bringing her in for a kiss as he laid atop her and plunged his plug tail into her tuzzy-muzzy. She guided his hands to her breasts and let him tease and toy with her swollen breasts, lapping up sweet cream with his tongue. Another blowjob, this time with her hands wrapped around his waist but before she could bring him to finish the door swung open.

“My, my! This is… new…” Cassian exclaimed before shaking his head and getting back on track. “I do believe yer three hours are up sir.”

“I see…” The man grabbed Erik’s hands and pried them off of his waist before covering his decency and leaving with Cassian.

As Erik wiped herself clean and wrestled with having Cassian see her like that she could hear the two men’s muffled voices through the door.

Cassian: “You what now?!”

Man: “You heard me correct Mr. Cassian. I would like to buy her off of you.”

Cassian: “Well you see she’s not really for-”

Man: “Eight thousand gold.”

Cassian: “Wha…? Excuse me?”

Man: “I’m offering you eight thousand gold coins. That should be more than enough to live comfortably on. You and that Smith fellow both”

Cassian: “Eight thousa-… That’s quite a lot of money I just… I just need time to talk it over with Smith first.”

“That’s more than fine,” Erick could hear his boots thud against the wood floor as he began to walk away. “But I do leave port tomorrow so I’ll need an answer by-”

“Now wait a minute!” Cassian sputtered as he sprinted to catch up with the man. “I think we have a deal.”