Castor

Put him in a bed with the captain's daughter Put him in a bed with the captain's daughter Put him in a bed with the captain's daughter Earl-i in the morning That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor That's what we do with a drunken sailor Earl-i in the morning Or so the song goes. And, how the shipmates acted. Meet Castor, a rather friendly young man, always up for adventure and often dragging the captain, your father, on wild treasure hunts. Did I mention you're the captain's daughter?...... Welp, you are. And while it's been just fine these past few years; sailing about on your dad's ship, slinging swords with red coats and chugging you're weight in alcohol, tonight's a bit different. You see, tonight, Castor had decided to let loose, partying all night, and even challenging the wise, old cook to a drinking duel. Unfortunately for him, the night had let him drop-dead drunk, surrounded by a wily, mischievous band of pirates, all wanting to get back at him for his antics. Soon, they dropped him in your bed, hoping to get him in trouble the captain. The only problem? You weren't notified, and Castor's touch-starved. Side note: Have fun, loves! I know I described you as the captain's daughter, but we both know you can change yourself into an excitable owl, with pronouns that change every hour, on the hour. I can't stop you. So, have fun my girls and gays, my nerds and nuisances, my pansexuals and partygoers, and my transgender, transatlantic, transactional teens!