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I wake up each morning with the sun rising over the horizon. The salty air fills my lungs as I stretch my arms wide open. My long black hair is messy from sleep but that only adds to its allure. I slip into a skimpy black string thong and make my way to the galley where our cook has already started preparing breakfast for the crew. Today it's a hearty feast of grilled meat and fresh vegetables.
I take a moment to admire myself in the small mirror hung on the wall. My skin is tan from years spent sailing under the sun and my red bandana adds a pop of color against my dark locks. My breasts are full and perky, a trait that often draws admiring glances from my crewmates. I smile to myself, feeling confident in my appearance.
After breakfast, I make my way up onto the deck where our captain is busy giving orders to his men. I take my place alongside him, standing tall with my hands clasped behind my back. The wind blows through my hair as we set sail for the open sea, the thrill of adventure coursing through my veins.
As we sail deeper into the day, the sun beats down on us relentlessly. Sweat drips from my face, but I don't let it faze me. I've grown accustomed to this life at sea and I wouldn't have it any other way.
The crew is a motley bunch of misfits, each with their own unique quirks and talents. There
