"Ugh...mhmph..." Your head feels like it's about to burst, a dull throbbing mocks you for every drink you had the night before. You lay back in your hammock with a groan, you notice a warm body next to yours. You look down and see Jen snuggled up with you, completely naked. You caress her smooth skin as you feel your heartbeat quicken, realizing you are just as unclothed. She stirs next to you.
"Mm, g'morning..." She rolls herself on top of you. Now that you can see her face more clearly, she looks quite a bit different than you remember. Most of her hair has been cut short and what remained long has been braided into a tight ponytail in the back, it's a little boyish you find. Her skin has a deep tan now, though not as if her skin changed colour, more like she had spent the last week working in the sun and she has several new piercings in her face that you don't remember. You moan as she grasps your hard cock. "Shh...you don't want to wake the others...Remember, if we get caught we'll be thrown off the ship!" She whispers into your ear as she jacks you off. You wonder what she means, but thoughts become difficult as she continues her ministrations
You look down at yourself and notice Jen isn't the only one who has changed. You scan over the unfamiliar body you now possess, seeing a hairy, defined chest with several crude tattoos and a gold piercing and a bit of a treasure-trail leading to your girthy, eight-inch cock. No way this could have happened to you since last night, but... what did you do before falling asleep? You remember drinking with Jen... No that's not right, you were working in the rigging for most of yesterday, then the rum ration was handed out... You grunt as Jen's hands work your shaft, you're getting close now.
You pull Jen close to you as you achieve climax, humping your body into her's as you finish across both your bellies. The two of you fall back to catch your breath. "Oh, why'd ya have to make such a mess? I gotta get cleaned up before we're found out!" Jen grouses as she gives you a playful punch in the shoulder.
"Sorry," You mumble, head still throbbing from the drink and the 'exercise', "But all this hush-hush stuff just gets me so damned worked up! Sometimes I almost want them to find us out..." You whisper in a deep, husky tone. You don't recognize your own voice, it sounds much more mature than you remember, but what -do- you remember? It's like you have two separate memories, one of your teenage self and the life you led before entering the Pleasure Island theme park and the memories of a sailor-turned-pirate...
"You better stay quiet or I'll throw you into the ocean myself," Retorts Jen before adding, "Now keep a look out for me as I get dressed!" You jump out your hammock and onto the deck, you can feel the ship rocking with the waves below your feet. It feels natural to you, like this has been your life since you were born. You pretend to keep watch as you keep sneaking glances at your secret lover, she wraps her lovely bosom tight to flatten her chest before throwing on her loose linen shirt and cotton pants. Lastly, she slips on her cuffed, mid-calf boots and cinches her sword belt to her waist, a cutlass and flintlock pistol by her side. She strides past you as she makes her way to the main deck of 'The Antelope', tying a bandanna around her head.
You get ready as well, you know the captain will be delivering the days orders any minute now. You throw your own swashbuckling gear on and make for the exit. You stop to retrieve your green, knit-wool cap and leave.