My First Time: Trembling Hands in the Pirate Ship’s Infirmary
The ship’s infirmary reeked of salt, blood, and rum-soaked bandages. Dim lantern light swayed with the waves. I sat on a crate, cheek stinging from the slash. Battle chaos still echoed outside—groans of the wounded, shouts of the crew. Then he came. Crevette. The hostage from Ded’s ship. Young, soft-faced Hexagon boy, maybe twenty. Handsome…