I cling tightly to the floating debris, bobbing on the waves as they lap at what remains of the ship I was on, small drops of water spraying my dry face, the vast open ocean empty, nothing but the sky on the horizon. I look around desperate for water, ironically surrounded by tons of water, none of which is drinkable. 

My hands weaken as I start to lose energy after drifting for so long. My eyes struggle to stay open, my vision blurring, as I see a faint dark shadow. It's probably just a hallucination, wait it's growing closer. I feel I sudden burst of energy, hope filling me, maybe I'll be rescued, maybe I won't drown under the waves like all the others. I manage to call out, my voice raspy, my throat hurting, my arm weakly waving, desperately trying to get attention, to be saved from my watery fate. 

I watch as the ship grows closer and seems to turn in my direction, I can't help but smile as they seem to have noticed me, that they are here to rescue me. I hear orders being barked and a crewman jumping into the ocean and swim over to me with a rope, his firm and strong hands wrapping it around me before we're both pulled out of the water, lifted up towards the ship, water pouring from my soaked clothes, as we fly up to the safe haven of the dry ship. 

I close my eyes in joy as I feel the hard surface of the ships floor, my tired body relaxing in exhaustion after days floating at sea. I feel the lip of a bottle touch my mouth and greedily gulp down the refreshing drink, my body dehydrated and empty. As I recover I open my eyes, looking around the ship at my noble saviours, the flag of the navy proudly flowing in the oceans breeze. But something is wrong, the crew don't look right, their uniforms don't match, some seem to be of other navy's and some aren't even wearing anything resembling a proper uniform. As I continue to look around the ship, I freeze as I see something, fear seeping into my soaked body as I see a black fabric hooked to the base of the flagpole, one with the terrifying symbol, the white skull and crossbones of pirates. I start to panic as realisation comes over my mind, my saviours looking down at me with cruel smiles, ones that make me wonder what horrible intentions they have, what devilish plans they have for me. 

I suddenly feel firm hands roughly grab my arms and drag me to my unstable feet. 

"No, get off of me." I try to struggle against their strong grip but my weak body can't resist as I'm dragged down into the ship, into its dark underbelly. I'm taken to a small storage room, one dimly lit by warm candlelight, and hold in place, as the captain claimly approaches me. I flinch as he pulls out a knife, its blade glinting in the candlelight, my fearful reaction causing him to smile sadisticly. 

"Your clothes are soaked, we should remove them, it's not proper to leave our guest in such a way." I am unable to do anything as my waterlogged clothes are cut away, the soggy rags dropping to the floor, leaving me naked, fully exposed and shivering, in both fear and from the cold. The captain looks over my helpless body hungrily, an obvious bulge in their trousers telling me exactly what they're thinking. 

I struggle as I'm pushed down and forced to my knees, my face eye level with the captain's belt. I watch helplessly as he undoes his trousers, his large cock springing out, only inches away from me, their scent strong and overwhelming after so long at sea. 

"As we saved you I think you show show us some gratitude, ungrateful guests don't stay on my ship for long." Understanding his threat of being thrown overboard and back into my watery grave, I have no choice but to reward my saviours the only way that I can. I slowly move my head closer, forcing my mouth to open, my lips sliding over his unwashed cock, tasting his sweat and pungent manhood as my tongue rolls over its head, doing my best to please him, hoping that doing so will be enough to be kept safe until we reach land. 

I feel his hand hold the back of my head, his cock forcing its way down my throat, my held arms struggle as my airways are blocked, choking on his cock, unable to breathe, my head growing faint as his balls slap against my chin. Is this how it ends, choking on cock rather than water? I gasp desperately for air as he pulls back, his cum covering my tongue and shooting down my throat, my starved body instinctively swallowing it, both out of hunger and also not wanting to offend my captors. 

"Well done, I think you have a place in our crew." What does that mean? I don't want to be on his crew, I'm not a pirate. 

"Wha..." my questions are cut off as a filthy disgusting rag, one far worst tasting than the flavours lingering in my mouth, is shoved into my mouth, held in place by rope tightly wrapped around my head. 

"But first I must show my superiority and dominance over my crew." My arms are released as I'm pushed forwards, my front hitting the floor, causing my ass to rise into the air. I freeze in fear as I figure out what is coming next as the captain moves behind me. I scream into my gag as his cock forcefully slams into my ass, my muffled cries and pleas ignored as he thrusts deeper inside me, his cock lubed only by my saliva. My helpless cries slowly turn to moans and my cock twitches as he continues to use me and make me his, part of me somehow enjoying this, betrayed by my own body, as I grow hard. I moan as I feel his warm cum filling me, my mind so close to the edge as he pulls out, leaving me horny and wanting more. 

"I see you enjoyed that, well that's good as this is our job now." I lay exhausted on the floor of the room, my crewmates laughing as they walk out, the door closing and locking behind them. 

Epilogue: 

The ship rocks slightly as it sails the seas, the feeling is normal to me, so is my moving back and forth as a cock moves deep in my ass, my room filled with my moans. Since my rescue I've never left the ship, even when we dock I'm left locked up in my room, never allowed to even see dry land, at first I was also chained in shackles, but I've learnt my role on the crew and I have no desire to leave my hoke or crewmates. Sometimes I'm allowed out and visit the rest of the ship, for meals and to spend time with the crew, normally spending evenings being passed around while the crew drinks, plays cards and sings. 

I moan loudly as I cum, the cock in my ass filling me as they're brought to orgasm by my blissfully shaking body. I lay on my bed in bliss as I'm left to rest, happy to serve the crew who saved me, grateful for their rescue and being given a role on the crew, one that is far better and fulfilling than the job I used to have serving the rich on boats.