You awoke to sunlight streaming through cracks in the wood, searing your eyeballs as you cracked them open. Your head was pounding like a cannon had gone off and your throat was dry as bone. Furthermore, your body ached deeply and you reeked of sweat and something sweet and musky.

"Yarrr, what happened last night?" You groaned weakly.

Then memories came flooding back to you. The ponies, the booze, Nameless getting dragged away whilst he screamed like a sissy....

The hours of mind blowing sex you'd had with a copper coloured mare.

But as you looked around, you found yourself back in your own cabin, on your own ship, in your own lumpy bed. Did all that nonsense really happen? You cradled your head in your hands as it throbbed painfully, wondering if all that had happened was just some twisted fever dream.

You realised that no good was going to come from sitting there chasing your thoughts in circles, and decided it would be best to ask the rest of the crew what had happened. You threw on some pants, your boots and your captain's hat, not even bothering with a shirt. You'd be going back to bed as soon as you put your mind at ease, and weren't concerned with appearances at the moment. You then shambled over to the door like a zombie, your stomach churning violently as you stood up.

The bright morning light blinded you as you pushed the door open, and you brought an arm up to shield your eyes as you staggered out onto the deck. The first thing you noticed was that none of your crew were up yet, the deck still completely deserted. The second thing you noticed was half a dozen chests lined up on the deck, the closest one having a note stuck to the top of it. You walked over to the chest, grabbing the note and reading it carefully.

"Dear Captain Anonymous

I want to thank you for the night of fun you and your boys gave us last night. We've never met any stallions with as much stamina and endurance as you, I think we're all gonna be walking funny for weeks! We hope you enjoyed it just as much as we did, but to say thanks we've given you a few of the chests full of gold and gems that you seemed to be after. I swear I'll never understand what it is with you colts and your jewellery, but I hope you like it. We're all sad to see you go, but I'm sure you'll appreciate the fact that we all have jobs to do, and can't have hot pieces of eye candy distracting everypony whilst they're trying to work. We hope to meet you all again though, let me know if you're ever in Equestria and want some fun. *wink wink*

Lots of love from Golden Sails and the crew"

You felt like you were going to be sick. Sure you were now all rich beyond your wildest dreams, but at what cost?

You could never look your men in the eyes again, but even worse was the fact that that the sex had been so unbelievable you didn't think you could ever go near a woman again. That pony had ruined you, robbed you of your thirst for wenches, and you didn't think you could ever get it back. You shakily turned back around, folding the piece of paper into your pocket.

As you looked up, you noticed that your crew had somehow filtered out silently on the deck and now stood staring at you, waiting for you to speak. They all carried expressions of embarrassment, guilt and shame. You knew exactly how they felt, and there was nothing you could do or say to make things better. You all had to live with this burden now, and you'd be damned if you ever let anyone else find out what had happened. You swallowed the lump in your throat and licked your lips, looking at your assembled crew.

"Lads, ye all be rich men now, richer than ye ever dreamed of. But not one of ye will ever utter a single word 'bout what happened last night, lest ye be damned to hell a thousand times over. Ye won't speak of it to me, to each other, not to no one. Do I make me self absolutely clear?"

There was a halfhearted chorus of "Aye Captain"s, and with that you turned away and slowly trudged back to your quarters. As you plodded back into your room, you took a look around, noticing a quarter full bottle of rum left out on your desk. You picked it up, swirling the contents around giving a weary sigh. You then swigged the contents down in a couple of gulps, the warm burn bringing some small sense of comfort as it travelled through your chest. When you made it back to shore you were going to drink and drink and drink, and maybe one day you could forget last night.

Fin.

Author's Note

Well that's my little story done. Hope anyone who took the time to read all this enjoyed it, I'm fairly proud of it myself tbh which is why I took the effort to format it properly and upload it here. Don't let that deter anyone from criticising it though, come say whatever you want about it.