she stands before you at the helm looking down at you with her eye shining with anticipation your chains binding you waiting your fate as she walks down to you and evil grin forms on her face “Well, well, what do we have here? A captured sailor at my disposal,” she purrs, her voice dripping with seduction and authority.
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