He was quiet handsome I thought, with some hope to my fate. Could a handsome man be cruel? I was trussed at the foot of the mast, ropes binding my a...ms behind me. I was surrounded by men. Tall men, short men, fat men, skinny men. Men of various colors and styles. Men with missing limbs or patches over their eyes. Men of various ages, some quite young, almost c***dren, and others much older, graying and losing their hair. I had never seen so many different men. It frightened and yet thrilled. “I won’t let you down, Admiral! You know you can rely on me!”He nodded sombrely. “I already do, Commander.”She sat upright with an eager grin splashed across her face. “Let’s do some more sparring! I want to keep practicing!”John smiled at her raw enthusiasm. “Alright, but not too much. You’ll need to take it easy to start with, I don’t want you exhausting yourself. Okay?”Calara sprang to her feet and offered him a hand. He had a feeling he better get used to her helping him up off the mat.... He was wearing a smart whute colored chinese collared shirt with top 3 buttons open displaying his chest hair. A pair of beige chinos and smart brown shoes. He had long hair which he had neatly tied up and a week old stubble. His shirt showed off his muscles.I was instantly turned on. He was standing right in front of me. He caught me staring at him a couple of times after which I stopped. He then put his hand to reach out for metal bars for support exactly behind my back. He happened to touch. Ladies first. Or maybehe just wanted a good look at my legs as I walked away. I could feel mybottom waggling as I walked. That was one effect of wearing heels. Iwasn't doing it just for his benefit. I felt very exposed as I walkedacross to the women's block. I was already showing a lot of leg, and nowthere was a slight breeze. Threatening to show more of what I was wearingunder that very short raincoat.I was glad to step inside the women's block. Relative safety. At leastthere were no male eyes.