Jax grinned, rum and skirts sounded damn fine to him as he listen to his Captain tease with port promises. He didn’t take his eyes off the fine sway of his new lover’s bow. This piece of canvas and wood was fine, exquisite, better in his hands than even he had dreamed. His new lady was Dusk Skate. And he didn’t mind sharing her love with the real master Captain Thomas Lightfoot. Not at all. Any Captain worth his salt loved his ship. He expected that. But this man knew how to love a vessel better than most. You could tell it in his eyes, his face and his crew. He kept things tight and clean. 

To Jax’s surprise, the crew was much better trained skilled and efficient than lots of other times he shared the deck. So it made the strange off center unlucky crew members even more of a puzzlement to Jax. Women? There were women on this crew. How the freezing fuckin' frothy seas did that happen? Any sailor knew tits and ass did not go well anywhere but tied up in the hole. Jax was onboard and head over heals in love with the fine ship before he even realized the unlucky part. Women? That can’t be good.

Now, unknown to anyone Jax had managed a great feat; he hadn’t blurted out his shock when he first noticed the first mate had curves places they weren’t supposed to be. Woman? So maybe she was the Captain's’ squeeze. Still even that did not sit so well. Pussy clouds a man’s brain and Jax always thought the best Captains had big balls and no dick. Yet he couldn’t really figure if the dame was spending time in the Captains quarters or not. Not that he hadn’t looked, damn even in pants she was, something he could admit wanting to feel. He tried hard not to watch her. 

Just when he was trying to figure out that first mate some sweet peice of no hiding it at all swayed past and as if to flaunt everything. She crawled right up the mast. More woman? Damn. And they weren’t at each other really as if they were each fighting for the finest cabin and Lightfoot. Or not that Jax noticed. But then would he? Unless there was some on the deck cat fight, which Jax could admit he might enjoy, he might not know how sea woman fought for their berths.

But even a bigger surprise was the crew seemed to let them be. What? Had they bed everyone already and all the crew was fine with that. Maybe they shared like some days brown sugar and some days white. Jax could not figure it out. He held his tongue only because he liked this ship so much, and truth be told he thought Lightfoot a good Captain even if he had enough dick for both the wenches. But the only way he managed not to show his uneasiness with woman on board was to steer wide and clear of both of them. 

Because any sailor knew woman on a ship sooner or later would bring bad luck.

Still, they were almost to port and Jax had managed not to stuff his foot and thought in his mouth just yet. Maybe those women would find some safe spot with knitting, babies, and sweets on land like they should.