The tiny galley was empty, but there was evidence of dinner recently having been cooked.  Some hardtack was set out in a basket, a cloth covering the top to keep away any insects should one find it's way into the room.  Then over the stove, cooling, was a pot of thick stew.  Almost gone now, but with more than enough left in the pot for Doxi to fill a bowl.  She sniffed it and could tell immediately that it was Stoella's work.  There was an odd hint of spices and the rest of the crew didn't really know their way around the galley enough to do more than put meat over fire.  Spices meant a tasty stew, and meant that it was the first mate's work.  Doxi found her mouth salivating as she tossed a hardtack roll right into the stew to soften as she walked to her cabin.<br/><br/>Marek was, as Doxi assumed, waiting patiently in her cabin as she entered.  He was sitting on the floor at the back of the cabin looking out the open window.  The sky behind the Virtuous Maiden was painted reds and deepening purples as the sun set and Marek was simply enthralled by the sight.  He didn't hear the captain enter but he turned and stood as the door closed.  He was, as was quickly becoming his standard outfit, wearing only his bracers and the broad leather belt with cock ring.  His cock hung limply between his thighs, but still was larger then some men Doxi had seen while fully erect.  The leather collar she had given him was still about his neck, but the leash was absent.<br/><br/>The ship should be pulling into Sharn some time late tomorrow afternoon or by mid day at the latest, and there was a sense of calm on board the ship.  But Marek looked at the captain and said, "I'm excited to see what my gift is captain, but if it's a bowl of stew, I've already eaten."