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A ship groans like a violated virgin in a storm, timbers shrieking, waves slamming the hull in a fuck rhythm. Down on the gun deck, the air is thick with salt and sweat. Noel stands with his cock bared, slick with Iris's spit, while the enemy freezes with swords dipping.Noel and Iris through a pirate ship in a storm, a Venetian gondola, a Hanseatic market where he guts cod with his hands wrist-dee...