The wind stills after sunset, and so do the waves as night washes over us. The sky is so cloudless and black. I've never seen it so clear. With so many stars above, it's like the whole galaxy is right above us.

"It's such a warm night," Fenna says as she appears in the doorway to the captain's room with a pile of blankets. "I'd rather sleep above deck. It will be so much nicer up here. Is that okay, cap'n?"

"Of course it is," I say, turning my eyes to the only thing in the cove more appealing than the stars.

She spreads the blankets out on the deck in two layers. "Come sit with me then?"

I climb down from the wheel and onto the main deck, glad that we're anchored in a cove with coverage from the trees. The island may be creepy, but no other pirates will spot our ship unless they sail in right on top of us.

Fenna reclines on the blankets and pats the spot next to her, beckoning me. When I sit down, I realize it's the first time I've taken the weight off my legs all day. Somehow, two layers of fabric on wood planks have all the cushion and luxury of the bed in a four-star hotel.

Brushing her hair away from her face, Fenna leans against my shoulder. I can feel her muscles relax into me as she exhales.

Your relationship with Fenna has begun!

Fenna

* Love 2

* Exhibition 4 (Coy)

* Corruption 1 (Pure)

Special Ability: Fenna now has improved accuracy when within 50 paces of you, or when on your ship. The accuracy bonus multiplier is based on her Love attribute, modified further by her feelings about you at the time.

"You know, you're not just my cap'n. You're my hero," she says, fiddling with her hair. "You died saving me."

"Well, I mean," I stutter. "We were fighting. Anyone would have done what I did."

Fenna sits up straight, shaking her head. "You can be boastful with me, cap'n. It's okay. A man like you can boast."

"A man like me?"

"Yes, a man like you. A man who can take credit for his actions." Her eyes narrow in a stare of deep seriousness. "We were seconds away from true death. No levels to spend. Nothing left. The end, cap'n. No coming back."

"Well, some people believe in reincarnation?"

Fenna shakes her head. "Here's my reminder. Right in the heart." She pulls the edge of her shirt down lower, where the faint mark of the shot remains. It's as if the scar had healed for ten years, but it's there.

Fenna takes my hand, drawing to her warm skin, running my fingers over the texture of the scar. Her breasts are so large, I'm not sure where her chest ends, and her breasts begin. I feel bone, muscle, scar, and softness all at once.

"Now show me yours." She pulls my shirt up with her hand that isn't holding me against her, revealing my gunshot mark, a circular scar on the lower stomach near the hip. "See, we match."

Fenna scoots closer to me, her chest rising and pressing into my fingers as she places her palm over my scar, covering it. The very edges of her fingertips dip into the hem of my pants.

"You will call me Connolly from now on," I say, observing flecks of sea-green in her eyes.

"Yes, cap'n," she replies, not breaking eye contact, not releasing my hand from her chest, or hers from my waist either. "You think I'm pretty, don't you?"

I swallow, nodding.

"You want to touch me?" Fenna takes my hand and slides it into her shirt, letting me feel the soft, buoyant roundness of her breast. "You can touch me if you want, Connolly." Then, whispering, "I want you to."

She pulls her blouse down by its ruffled edge, revealing her breasts to me slowly, one at a time. "You like them, huh? You do?" Her hand slips away from my waist, now teasing its way across the top of my leather trousers. In her exploration, she finds stiff evidence of my appreciation.

I begin to stutter. I'm no good in these situations, and Fenna taking so much of the lead already has me on my back foot. Unsure how to respond, I attempt to will my smooth-talking skill into activation, not sure if this will work. Finally, words spill from my mouth.

"You are indeed a treasure, so nearly lost at sea. But I'm glad you weren't."

"I'm a treasure, huh?" Fenna grins, rubbing her hand back and forth over where I'm hard and then giving my cock a squeeze through my pants. "I'm your treasure. Do you want to taste your treasure?"

She crawls forward, taking her breasts in her hands, grazing my cheeks with their softness, offering her nipples to my lips. "Or do you want your treasure to taste you?"