Shallan sat on the deck of the Wind's Pleasure basking in the bright noon day sun, sketching the ship's crew as they went about their work. The tanned, shirtless sailors broiled around her in seeming chaos to her young, untrained eyes. Her fiery red hair was tied back in a pony's tail to hold it against the wind and the salt spray coming from the side of the tall ship. Her sketch book rested on her lap, charcoal pencil in her hand. As she watched the sailors go about their work, she couldn't help her eye being drawn to Yalb. Yalb was a little louder, and more broad in the chest than the other sailors. But what truly fascinated Shallan was the bulge coming from the front of Yalb's pair of work shorts. Why did his shorts push out so, where the other sailors did not, weren't all men the same down there?
Just as she was thinking this Yalb walked over shouting to her. "It seems your beautiful face has brought us this favorable wind! The wind herself is entranced by you!" He walked up, looking down at her seated face. Shallan blushed, considering a response that wasn't particularly proper. "Ah!" Yalb said, "I can see you have a reply-I see it in your eyes, young miss! Spit it out. Words aren't meant to be kept inside, you see. They are free creatures, and if locked away will unsettle the stomach."
"It's not polite," Shallan protested.
Yalb bellowed a laugh. "Months of travel, and still you claim that! I keep telling you that we're sailors! We forgot how to be polite the moment we set first foot on a ship; we're far beyond redemption now."
"Well," Sahllan said, blushing yet still eager to speak, "I was just thinking this: You say that my beauty coaxed the winds to delivered us to Karbranth with haste. But wouldn't that imply that on other trips, my lack of beauty was to blame for us arriving late?"
"Well...er..."
"So in reality," Shallan said, "you're telling me I'm beautiful precisely one-sixth of the time"
"Nonsense! Young miss, you're like a morning sunrise, you are!"
"Like a Sunrise? By that you mean entirely too crimson" - she pulled at her long red hair - "and prone to making men grouchy when they see me?"
Yalb laughed, "Not at all, you...."
Just then, the ship erupted in shouts of alarm. The side of the ship lurched, and Shallan was thrown out of her chair into Yalb. In one quick motion, Yalb, dropped his rope, and dropped to the floor of the ship, pinning Shallan to the deck as a wall of water poured across the deck. The water would have washed Shallan straight off the other side, had she not held onto Yalb's naked back and shoulders. Just as quickly as the rogue wave hit the ship it had passed. Shallan breathed heavily staring into Yalb's face. For three heartbeats the world stopped, and she could only feel his body pressed into hers. The moment passed as Captain Tvlokov shouted "Report! Is everyone accounted for?"
The captain walked over as Yalb hoisted Shallan up of the floor.
"Brightness Shallan! Thank the Stormfather you are allright. Yalb, get her below deck and out of those wet clothes before she catches a cold. I will send my daughter down to her quarters to attend her."
Yalb led the still shaken Shallan down below into the ship's dark interior. The two went into Shallan's own cabin, and Yalb set to lighting the rooms only lamp. The room now bathed in soft yellow light, Yalb walked to the cabin's door to give Shallan her privacy. As he walked out, he heard "Wait" from the room inside. "I can't unlace the dress myself."
Yalb nodded as Shallan faced away from him, revealing the complex laces of her high necked dress. Yalb set to untying the knots holding up Shallan's soaked dress. The two stood there in silence, the only sound the creaking of the ship, and the two's soft breathing. The ship pitched suddenly, forcing Shallan up against the wall, Yalb pressing into her back. She could feel that bulge in his shorts pressing up against the soft flesh of her backside. "The storm is here," Yalb said softly into her ear. Shallan could feel her stomach dropping out from her.
Yalb finished unlacing the back of Shallan's dress, and Shallan walked behind the privacy screen in the corner of the room. As she undressed, Yalb looked about her cabin. He noticed the stack of notebooks containing Shallan's sketches in an open chest on the floor. He dropped to one knee eyeing the sketches of Skyeels and Kremlings that Shallan had seen on her voyage. "So that is what you have been working on all this time!" Yalb said.
Shallan stuck her head out from behind the privacy screen. She let out a yelp as she saw what was causing the bulge in the sailors shorts. A fist sized lump of flesh was hanging out the side of Yalb's work shorts. Yalb looked up confused at Shallan's shocked expression and gaping mouth, "Brightness?" He asked.
Shallan did not even noticed. She had seen her brothers running around naked as children, and knew the difference between men and women. But to compare this to what she had seen before would be like comparing a Kremling to a Chasm Fiend. It looked more like it belonged to a monster than a man. Yalb looked down, and finally noticed what had shocked Shallan so. Rather than blushing, Yalb walked up to her. He took hold of Shallan's hand, and placed it on the crotch of his shorts. "It's alright Brightness," he said, and he rubbed her hand on himself.
Yalb guided Shallan to the center of the room, and set her down on her knees on the rug on the floor of the cabin. Shallan was now eye to eye with the front of Yalb's shorts, his legs braced wide against the rolling of the ship. Yalb guided her hands to the waist of his shorts, she slowly pulled them down, bringing into view first his public hair then, a wide shaft that seemed to go on forever as he pulled his shorts down. Finally the foreskin covered head of his penis came into full as he finished getting out of his clothes. The skin of his penis was a light brown color like that of his chest. Shallan was fascinated by the innumerable folds of skin on the shaft and the large blunt head at the end. The artist in Shallan wanted to stop and appreciate its form. Yalb took hold of his shaft, and guided it into Shallan's open mouth. Shallan marveled at the taste of his salty skin, and his size filled her mouth completely.