Book Seven: Chapter 237

Taking aim, Mike pissed on the deck. “Yep, that’s right, folks,” he declared. “Captain Francois is just as yellow as the piss running across the deck of--”

His magic just barely warned him of the attack, and Mike took a step to the side and ducked, the pistol round passing through the space where his head had been. Glancing up, he saw Francois standing nearby with another flintlock pistol, the man’s face beet red with anger.

“Ah. There you are.” Mike tried to stop peeing, but after a failed attempt to pinch it off, figured it was easier to just finish. “Is that a new gun? It looks like the old one. Was it part of a matching--”

“Arrêt!” Francois was trying to reload his flintlock. “What are you doing?!?”

“Uh...” Mike did a little squat, the stream finally abating. He gave his cock a shake and then tucked it back into his pants. “Peeing on your boat, apparently.”

“What kind of a monster are you?” Francois’ remaining eye was bloodshot with rage.

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