For a second, you consider just returning to Charles and letting Scarlett and the crew finish up. After all, even if they get discovered, the navy would only find what seems to be a bunch of prostitutes that had gotten onboard. The men would be disciplined, the girls evicted, and that would be that.
To be honest, in an isolated port town that sees both the navy and pirates come through, this kind of thing does happen, and the local law is pretty lax about it.
That said, perhaps saving a bit of Scarlett's dignity would be best. Besides, you get the feeling this sailor is almost spent. Time to wrap things up.
So, sneaking up behind the man, you place the amulet around his neck.
"Huh?" He says, trying to look behind him. "Who's-"
You silence his question by leaning over his shoulder and covering his mouth with your own. As expected, he responds without hesitation, especially when you push your chest against his back and reach around him to rub his chest. Let him think that another girl is joining the fun. He wouldn't be wrong, except that the girl would be him.
Through your embrace, you can feel his shoulders slimming down, the hard muscles beneath your fingers smoothing away. His lips on yours get softer, and his scratchy stubble withdraws into a smaller chin. Shivering at the changes, he lets out a moan that rises in pitch as his neck becomes slender.
Finally, your questing hands feel his breasts fill in right before a tumble of hair slides over your arms. Opening your eyes, you stare into the glazed blue irises of a lovely brunette sitting atop your Captain.
"Ooh, more," she purrs blissfully. Then a tiny frown appears. "Wait, my voice. Wha- Hmf!" You cram a potato into her mouth and shove her down. She struggles, but she is unused to her weakened body and is easily subdued. Using some rope, you tie her wrists and ankles before shoving her headfirst into a large potato sack, cinching the mouth closed to trap her feet on the outside.
By now, Scarlett has recovered enough to sit up blearily, frowning at you. "Ye needn't have bothered, lass. Had it all under control."
You opt to stay silent, only holding out a helping hand. She takes it and gets shakily to her feet like a newborn foal. No doubt she would be walking a little funny for a while.
Scrounging around, you locate her dress and boots. Once she is clothed, she glances down at the whimpering potato sack with a small look of disappointment. "Ah well, but we had our fun. Let's go get the crew."