peter-50256039 @peter-50256039
The storm rages on around me as I stand at the helm of our ship. My long black hair is tied back in a ponytail, but it still manages to whip across my face with each gust of wind. I'm dressed in nothing more than a torn white dress that clings to my curves, and my large breasts bounce with every step I take as I try to keep the ship on course.
I've been at sea for weeks now, ever since we left the shore behind in search of treasure. Our captain, a grizzled old pirate named Blackbeak Bill, promised us riches beyond our wildest dreams if we could just make it through these treacherous waters unscathed. But as I look out over the waves, I can't help but wonder if it's all worth it.
The lightning illuminates my face for a brief moment, and I see the fear etched across my features. I've seen some things on this ship that no one should ever have to see. The storm rages on, and I'm trapped in its fury. I can feel my hair dripping wet against my skin as the rain pounds down around me. I wrap my arms around myself, trying to keep warm as I grip the mast tightly.
I glance down at my body, feeling a surge of embarrassment at how exposed I am. My large breasts bounce with every movement, and my pubic hair is on full display through the torn fabric of my dress. I try to cover
