Chapter Seven
In truth, however, while the Captain had been almost as intrigued as his loyal First Officer with the notion of being conveyed by one of the proffered riding wenches with his thick purple erection rubbing straight up some sturdy, buxom girl’s sweating spine, he had been struck suddenly, even more powerfully, by something else: another one of his twinges of uncertainty about their enigmatic host. It was not a feeling of danger, precisely, for try as he might, even the habitually cautious Captain had a difficult time actually imagining Gallance as some malevolent schemer rather than a genial, open-handed rake. Still…well, he could not quite shake the inexplicable notion that the man nevertheless was, in the final reckoning, somehow not quite what he seemed.
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