<strong>A group of sailors gathered in the galley</strong><br/><br/>The Triton’s mess hall was awash with the murmur of conversation. Luka Zanovic had plain ignored Joseph Harden’s suggestion at secrecy, which meant that nearly every man on board was aware of the five women the captain had taken in. Most of the off-duty crew had gathered in the galley to discuss the developments. A pale blonde sailor called Johansson was recalling his version of the facts, with a dozen or so men gathered around him.<br/><br/><strong>“Five of them… There’s five of them… A real pussy buffet, gents. Zanovic claims there’s a redhead, a blonde, a couple of brunettes and what he said was the Asian girl with the biggest pair of knockers he’d ever seen on an oriental.” </strong><br/><br/>Excited laughter erupted. Bernard Roberts, one of the oldest men on board leaned back and shook his head.<br/><br/><strong>“You lads should take it all with a pinch of salt, this is Zanovic we’re talking about… They could just as easily be five toothless grandmas. The fool isn’t afraid of a bit of exaggeration.” </strong><br/><br/>The man shrugged.<br/><br/><strong>“Besides, even if they really are five hot pieces, do any of you reckon you’ll get a slice? The Hawk will lock em up so tightly none of us will even get near. Naah fellas, the only men who might get some action out of this are the officers, and that is if they dare to risk the captain’s wrath. Of course, if I were in their shoes, I’d reckon that some pussy is well worth spending a few days in the stockade.”</strong><br/><br/>Benjamin Cain, a fresh-faced young sailor with red curly hair and an eternal smile banged on the table.<br/><br/><strong>“Damn officers… Would figure that they’d hoard the women. We’re good enough to clean their engines and scrub their floors, but they cannot abide one of us actually getting some enjoyment on this trip. The only hole I’m likely to fill on this mission is a bleeding torpedo tube.”</strong><br/><br/>The laughter was cut off short as Joseph Harden stepped into the galley, though the look on the men’s faces were enough to tell him what had caused their excitement. The genie was well and truly out of the bottle now...