Arrested?!

The ship rocks gently as Sarah wakes up. She stretches and smiles softly as Draven wraps his arms around her waist and pulls her closer. His legs tighten around her own and she can feel his shaft rubbing against her slit. She moves her hips against him and feels his lips graze on the nape of her neck, the illness she had been suffering from had created little opportunity for them to be intimate together and both of them were in need of the other. His hand creeps up to her breast and he cups her, squeezing lightly.
“Mmm, my wife. You have gotten fuller in the weeks that you’ve been sick. You’re breasts are larger.”
She smiles softly, gasping as he flicks the tip of his finger against her pearled flesh. Panting lightly, she turns in his arms and wraps one of her legs around his hip, reaching up with her hand to caress his face. He leans down, pressing his lips and body against her as he trails his finger down her stomach towards her slit.
“All hands on deck! Enemy ship approaching!”
Muttering under his breath, Draven releases Sarah and jumps from the bed, pulling his clothes on as she sits up and follows him. He frowns as he looks at her, buttoning his pants and drawing on a sleeveless shirt. “Oh no you don’t. You stay right here. You’ve been sick remember?”
Sarah looks at him as she draws her skirt up her legs, raising an eyebrow as she fastens the ties around her hips. She sees him frown even deeper as he looks at her midsection and sees the slightly swollen bulge that rests below her navel. “I am still captain of this ship Draven, I have to go above deck and see if there is any way we can avoid a fight. As it stands, we’ll be fighting enough to get where we are going to not need another fight on top of what we are already heading towards.”
He continues to stare at her midsection, frowning as she finishes getting dressed. Stomping into her boots, she ties her rapier onto her hip and then her mask soon covers her lower face. He stomps into his own boots and follows her after he his gloves over his hands. They exit the room and quickly travel up to the top deck.
When they reach the main deck, they see a large ship bearing the flag of an Admiral on the main mast. Sarah curses under her breath and Draven looks to her in surprise as he had never heard her utter a foul word before. “Friends of yours darling?”
She rolls her eyes and shakes her head. “More like I know who they are and they are nothing but trouble makers my dear.”
As soon as the ship begins to draw close, Sarah calls out, “A good day to you Captain Alcome. How fares the sea from which you came?”
A large man comes to the side of the ship and sneers at her, his hat sitting large upon his head made him look like an overgrown peacock, to which Draven mentioned through the mental bonds with Sarah. “They fare bleak Captain Calypso. Whirlpools so large they nearly drown a ship are so close together no one can navigate through them. Best you turn around and allow us to escort you back to the closest port.”
Sarah shakes her head and places the palm of her hand on the hilt of her rapier. “And then should we meekly allow you to cuff us to each other and march us to the nearest jail? I don’t think so.”
The man tilts his head towards a large man that stands to his right. The man, having to lean down to speak to the captain, glances at Sarah several times before flicking his fingers towards Draven. The captain leans away and smirks at Sarah. “It seems that news be that you have gotten yourself wedded and bedded by a lowly hotel owner. How does it feel to know that you have sunk below what even the port whores will service?”
Draven could feel the anger at the insult being quickly tamped down in Sarah’s mind as she then lifted a shoulder nonchalantly. “It feels better knowing I have an honest man to lay beside than one who would rather kill me and take while I lay sleeping. Much like your own wife must fear from you. Tell me Alcome, how does the missus fare while you are lifting the skirts of every port whore along the sea line? Does she wait for you or does she have her own male to satisfy her?”
Draven smirked as he lightly touched Sarah’s lower back with his fingers, watching the other man turn from red to purple in outrage.
“I’ll show you respect for your betters Sarah Calypso! Men, prepare to board!”