Thane Drogos
The blunt cutlass whistled in the air as it clashed with Gunner’s. While I preferred hand-to-hand, this was great practice. Sparring with cutlasses had me relying on dexterity more than strength. Gunner was a formidable opponent. Our weapons expert knew his way around the sword just as well as a cannon.
Desmond hates sleeping in the crew’s quarters, one reason being that he sleeps in. No sunlight will come through the windows, and he’ll sleep away the whole day.
So, Gunner was the victim of choice today. Frankly, it didn’t matter the method, sparring was a great way to get all this pent-up irritation out. Our cutlasses crashed again, sliding and screeched as we met each other hit for hit.
I tried to put the events last night out of my mind.
As far as I was concerned, it never happened. Not me pleasuring myself while Evelyn used me for herself. Never happened.