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“Commodore! Rather a fancy pickle you’ve gotten yourself into.”
“Sparrow. For the love of God, why is it always you. I have lieutenants. Good ones too. Very capable, you know.”
“Yes, yes, I’m sure you do. But they’re not here now and I am. Shall I spring you again?”
“If it wouldn’t discomfit you.”
“Not at all, at all. Well, let’s get on with it.”
“The usual, I suppose?”
“Yes, the bars are wide enough.”
The Commodore sinks to his knees as the Captain slides his breeches down his hips.
“Come closer then – I’m the one behind bars here.”
“Don’t hold back now, hands too if you please.”
“Just remember our positions may be reversed in future.”
“Commodore, I live for the day.”