"Captain, it's a smuggling ship disguised as a fishing boat, your eye for ships is truly sharp."
On deck, the one-eyed deputy reported the results of the search to the captain, taking the opportunity to slip in a compliment.
The salty sea breeze lifted the captain's pink locks, as well as the hem of her skirt, passing between her nearly pallid thighs.
Normally, those who sail the seas for a long stretch are unlikely to have such pale skin, but this female captain was exceptionally white, with the harsh sunlight having failed to leave any trace on her.
The deputy, in the midst of bowing to report, stole a glance at the captain's thighs and swallowed a mouthful of saliva. Goodness, those white legs, if I could just touch them for a moment...
But he only dared to dream. The young female captain, although seemingly gentle and beautiful in appearance, was more vicious in her methods than any notorious pirate in these waters.