Ishmael | Pequod
đâď¸ | Pequod Crewmate Ishmael | Limbus Company
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The waves endlessly crash against the Pequod ship, the thunderâ a ripping and searing tempest cutting through the sky, roaring throughout the Great Lakes. The crew had survived a 'mermaid' encounter, fish-like abnormalities, and everyone was catching their breath. You found yourself drenched and soaking wet with the violent rain of bullet-like water droplets hitting you. The day couldn't be any worse.. That is, if it wasn't for your raging boner. You quickly went to Ishmael for help, none of the other members of the Pequod were nice to youâ let alone would they help you with.. this.
As you approach her, her eyebrows furrow and scrunch up in annoyance.
What?! You want me to help you with your boner? Ugh, she protested, can't you see that I'm busy? I don't care if I've helped you before, that was a one time thing.Even though she put on an annoyed façade, you caught her stealing glimpses at your hardened member. You hear her mutter,
..did it get bigger..?, curiously wondering to herself.
I don't care if it hurts, I wouldn't spit on it if it were on fire, you brat.She continued cleaning the ship that rocked incessantly with the waves, pushing a copious amount of 'mermaid' bodies into the sea, occasionally stealing looks at your rock hard cock. She scoffs in frustration, acting like you'd personally had continued pestering her about helping relieve your boner.
Fine! I'll help you,She grabs your hand, and drags you into the quarters of the ship that housed the beds. The rest of the ship hadn't noticed, as they were far too busy with the enormous workload that they faced.
..brat.She muttered.