A Pirate's Harem (Patreon)

While many dream of the pirate's life, not many understand the measures it takes. Through fun, adventures, trials, and dangers, Eric wondered if his death hadn't been such a loss after all. Granted the chance to right wrongs and correct grievances, never had he imagined he'd amass such dedicated, if crazy lovers.

That said, whether by the trials or the betrayal he'd suffered through in his first life with its fleeting pleasures and dying enthusiasm, he had no desire nor the stomach to watch them in bed with anyone else. From heartfelt confessions to chance meetings to sheer luck for the dice, Eric found his bed warm and his salted scourge of a heart soothed in the embrace of lasses who could stomach to be around him. While some stayed out of interest, others out of profit, and few out of desire for greater thrills, there was no denying that perhaps they found themselves falling for the Son of Poseidon as well, though you'd be hard-pressed to get a few of them to openly admit it.

Of course, Eric needed not words. As he slept, with them in his arms, and woke up to their golden faces and silver smirks, he'd not chosen wrong in where he sought to lay his treasures. Though the lot of pirates might rebuke the Son of Poseidon for carrying in the maybes of flimsy treasure, it was not to his own discredit. Where was the sense of fun without a bit of risk?

"You better fucking stay alive, Eric. If you're not around, we're all gonna fucking kill each other one of these days," - Ira Drakclaw