January POV
Today was my wedding day.
Captain Crazy Dave was insisting we called him Blackheart. So we all did.
He wore a dashing long white coat with silver skull buttons that were not even close to being able to fasten around his girth.
A tall top hat and a black silk scarf completed his minstrel outfit.
I loved him. I loved this boat. The costumes we had to choose from were amazing.
It was like I was a little girl playing dress up, but everything fit me like a glove.
As I entered the top deck, my emerald green dress billowed behind me in the wind.
The laced front held my ample breasts together and up as the waist was cinched tight.
My hair was loose with a circle of shells and beads on my head like a crown. I felt beautiful.
There he was, standing next to Blackheart. The o
