With a light laugh, Fisher shook his head, "No, no please. Hearing the family history of Cynis Zefira could well turn this simple sailor's ears a shade of crimson only see in the finest of silks. It's my sincere pleasure to meet you captain and I'm certain the Serpent is a fine vessel indeed. Myself, I just ferry about a group of entertainers and haven't come close to earning the coin to fund a vessel of my own, but I have dreams. Oh, such dreams. Dreams are the only thing a fisherman has that rival the size of the fish that get away."<br/><br/>"Not that I intend to let you get away, Zefira," he added with a wry smile.<br/><br/>After finishing his dinner and thus properly fueling himself for the grueling encounter to come, Fisher rose to his feet and offered the lady a hand, "Shall we retire for the evening, my lady? I feel that just spending a few fleeting hours with you will make this poor illiterate fisherman a more sophisticated soul."<br/><br/>Taking her hand, Fisher escorted and was escorted up to Zefira's room, the attractive but quiet slave in tow. Outside, the wind began to stir as a storm began to blow in from the sea. They faced each other with a smile, needing no words, orders, or any sort of communication to know what was expected and what would be demanded. The Anathema and Dynast came together, kissing one another fiercely as a peal of thunder rattled across the docks. As they began stripping off each others clothing, the wind blew open the room's windows, and extinguished the room's only lamp. Her slave was too busy in the festivities to worry about either wind, rain, or darkness, and none of the participants needed light.<br/><br/>Lightning began to flash across the sky and stab angrily into the earth and sea. Each flash of light illuminating the trio in a different erotic position. Rain sprayed into the open window, mixing with the sweat already gleaming on their bodies, but they didn't care. Fisher in particular felt as though he was trying to guide a ship through dangerous waters in the middle of a storm, and embraced the challenge with the feral sort of gusto he tackled any physical challenge with. While perhaps not as experienced in the arts of love as Zefira, he lacked not for enthusiasm.<br/><br/>By the time the storm broke, so had all three of the lovers. They were laying in the broken remains of Zephira's bed, limbs joyously tangled. Fisher had wrapped his arms around both the smaller women with the Dynast in the middle. All three were gloriously sore, with Fisher's back still oozing blood from someone's raking fingernails. With a languid smile, he nuzzled at Sephira's neck, and murmured with a satisfied rumble to his voice, "Never before have I be so tempted to join the Realm's navy." He nipped her ear, then chuckled and shook his head, "Not that you'd want me. Captaining a boat, that is."