Docking was one of those thrills Jax never tired of. Yea, get that lady to approach with style and class then gently slide her next to the pier. It was a kiss. It needed skilled gentle hands to guide and coax her to sit near shore. Jax loved it. Most crew never noticed his playing with his lady love to get her touch those massive wooden piers like a wrench that knew just when to open her legs. But like that moment when any man enters Jax didn’t care much about anything other than the feel. And Dusk Skate was the best. She didn’t bump or fumble at all. She knew when to play fast and furious and when to slow things down and tickle the breeze. 

It was high Jax found difficult to tuck away as he stepped back from the helm and let his grin and his closed eyes say it all. Not that any noticed. All the crew had their tasks and their own moments. He let the buzz around him settle in his own background before he opened his eyes again. He lciked his lips to taste the mix of salt and sand, of sea and land, of his hands on the best ship he ever sailed. 

Jax didn’t need to be there as the ship unloaded. Truth was he wasn’t in a hurry to leave her side. And he helped just a little to relieve her of her burdens, her load. He chuckled at the thought of him trying to linger around his new found love and realized he better get his feet on land and off to some pile of hay before he jacked off in some knot hole. Ha, how amusing was that. 

Most had long gone into the night with coins jingling, thirsty mouths and needy bodies. He slipped his small bag over his shoulder and stood on the deck still finding it hard to leave. He should be running down the plank. He be drunk already. 

With a snicker he realized he better find a close inn and get into some quick fight before he began to wonder too much about his place on this crew. Unlike the mermaids that seem to have bewitched the Captain and run off into their own dark places, Jax knew what you did on shore made your place in the crew almost as much as your skill on deck. If the crew didn’t see him tossing down a few, new as he was, they might begin to wonder.

Let them wonder, Jax laughed out loud as he walked along the water’s edge. He just walked. Feeling the land under his feet was most always his first need after a successful dock. Not that Jax ever wanted to be grounded but he was sure that he needed the solid land under him after time on the water. He circled around and around not in a hurry. Finally he found some lively Tavern not too far from the dock to wash the marsh taste from his mouth. It was time to leave his real love and find a different taste.

And as luck would have it some younger tired maid smiled at him as he entered. “I know you hear it all the time,” He smiled brightly at her and reached to just touch her arm, “but you are a pleasant site to weary eyes.” He winked as he sat in the chair to her side. “Rum, please.”