A fragment
From the November 2008 i_mop
Thomas picked up the bucket of salt water and filled the goatskin sack hanging from a yardarm. Water poured from the many small holes he'd made in the sack as he briskly rubbed himself under the cold, salty water, mortifying his naked flesh in an attempt to distract his inner demon. They had been too long at sea, too long confined. He craved excitement and stimulation. Battle was best, but repugnant to his fastidious nature and desire for honour- which was not always the case with his fellow soldiers. Close friendships with exciting people was also good- Francis's expedition had seemed perfect.
But it wasn't working out that way. Francis was so consumed with his goal that he refused to listen to Thomas at all. He sighed and turned quickly as the water ran out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Francis gazing at his arse. It was just a flash, but it was enough. He smiled.
Perhaps he could induce Francis to duel swords with him below decks?
Thomas picked up the bucket of salt water and filled the goatskin sack hanging from a yardarm. Water poured from the many small holes he'd made in the sack as he briskly rubbed himself under the cold, salty water, mortifying his naked flesh in an attempt to distract his inner demon. They had been too long at sea, too long confined. He craved excitement and stimulation. Battle was best, but repugnant to his fastidious nature and desire for honour- which was not always the case with his fellow soldiers. Close friendships with exciting people was also good- Francis's expedition had seemed perfect.
But it wasn't working out that way. Francis was so consumed with his goal that he refused to listen to Thomas at all. He sighed and turned quickly as the water ran out. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Francis gazing at his arse. It was just a flash, but it was enough. He smiled.
Perhaps he could induce Francis to duel swords with him below decks?