A Pirate's Booty (Patreon)

Zorayas scoured the ship in a panic, cursing himself in his own stupidity as he overturned every box and barrel on this ship. He could have sworn he'd corked the pirate in a bottle along with his ship, yet here his captain told him otherwise. He had meant to cork him, at least. Zorayas cursed the gods for his scatterbrain, wondering what on earth he could have done with the one-million gold bounty they'd managed to capture today...

Captain Smallbeard, once a fearsome and infamous name amongst the Great Sea, now being chewed on by some lad's behind. Smallbeard was no stranger to booty — he was a pirate, after all — but today all he could do was curse the confounded fool whose behind was battering him with its gelatinous movements. No matter how hard he tried to push and shove against the scaly walls around him, they would clamp down on the tiny pirate, sending him back to square one. 

All this was suddenly made worse by the scallywag's sudden sprinting across his ship, Smallbeard feeling as though he were stuck in a whirlpool from the jarring movements this lad's bountiful butt was putting him through. The serpent's glutes were intent on mashing the captain into a fine paste in their panicked state, but Smallbeard wouldn't let himself be sent to Davy Jones' locker through such an embarrassing display.

And so he would let the waves of flesh roll over him, focusing all his efforts into staying alive as the giant serpent constricted him with his asscheeks. Smallbeard could only pray that the fool would realize he'd stuck the pirate down the crack of his backside as a means of keeping track of him in the first place. 

A foolish hope, really. One that would be dashed when Zorayas would forget what it was he was looking for in the first place, before sitting down and taking a nap in a storage closet, unknowingly crushing Smallbeard for hours under the weight of a galley from his perspective...