"That can certainly be arranged," drawled the Captain, fixating on the image in his head of Kuno and the first mate kissing.  It wasn't a chaste kiss, not a prim and proper peck on the cheek; no, it was a thing of utter and incredible beauty, watching Myobi's tongue wrapping around Kuno's like that, watching them sucking hard as they bruised their lips together.  It was an awesome sight, and it very nearly brought a tear to Remiel's eye.<br/><br/>Of course, having his cock in his First Mate's mouth was an incredible image, as well.  He had opened his mouth to protest when Myobi had pulled him so abruptly from between the green-haired ninja's legs, but he had long ago gotten used to her way.  What Myobi wanted, Myobi got--whether it was his rum, his hat, or his privates.  He could rail and protest against it all he liked, but it did as much good as trying to shout back the tides.  Myobi was, in some ways, a force of nature.  A tanned, bosom'd, rum-swilling, cursing, force of nature.<br/><br/>Kuno, on the other hand, was far more the proverbial female.  She carried herself with more poise and grace, and even when displaying her nearly-supernatural ninja skills, she did so with an unmistakably feminine charm.  She did have her kinks, but then again, so did he.  If she liked being tied to the gunwale while a full complement of sailors watched the captain flog her and rape her, who was he to cast judgment? (Of course, could it really be called "rape" if the victim had no objections?)<br/><br/>"Yes," he continued.  "I've no objections to that at all.   His dear wife abducted by abominable characters of low moral quality," he mused.  "Abused and subjected to unimaginable torments."  He punctuated the word<em>torments</em>by pinching Kuno's left nipple, through her dress, between this thumb and forefinger and giving it a tweak.  "No one will ever suspect the Lady Suzume, the victim in all this, innocent and beyond reproach."  His other hand came to rest on Myobi's head, his fingers affectionately combing through her hair.  "I like it," he beamed.<br/><br/>"Of course," he added, flippantly, as if as an afterthought, "there<em>is</em>the possibility that he catches us and has the both of us hanged."  His tone insinuated that he didn't seem worried by this at all, and only brought it up in the interest of thoroughness.  "Or that he chases us all the way to unexplored Florida. I've no problems with that, though, if you don't."<br/><br/>His hand settled on  Kuno's head, where, with a light tug, he tried to push it down to his member, where she could kiss Myobi again around the bulging, turgid phallus.