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Sekijo erupted into laughter at Jackdaw's question, the blond nearly falling out of his chair as he smacked his hand to his face. "Don't sound so broken up about it!! Its just a bug!!" He wheezed out, with Mortimer leaning back with his feet kicked up on the table, similarly amused.

"I don't know what to say, Soot, your fuckin' looks ain't the only thing that can kill~!" Mortimer snickered, causing another burst of laughter to erupt from Sekijo. "What a hell of a way to go, though, huh~! Ahahah!!"

Jackdaw, however, did not find their teasing nearly as funny. The two of them were well known for their little jokes among the crew, and Jackdaw simply couldn't believe the two of them at face value. As his cheeks flushed up, slightly, he watched as the crew's quartermaster, Ishmael, arrived back at the table with a round of ale for the four of them.

"Ishmael, I need you to look at my butt!" Jackdaw said, rather abruptly. Ishmael was taken aback by this, while both Mortimer and Sekijo cackled like a pair of hyenas at the ridiculous request, causing Jackdaw's face to burn even brighter red.

"I mean, hard to keep my eyes off it to be honest, but uh..." Ishmael look to the laughing pair before back to Jackdaw with a raised eyebrow. "I assume its not just because you wanna show off, yeah?"

"These two are saying I sat on a bug, and I don't believe them!" Jackdaw protested, placing both his hands on the table and arching his back to prop his butt up into the air slightly more. "S-so I need you to check for me..."

Ishmael couldn't help but snicker at such a silly request, but placed the ales down on the table — two of which were immediately seized by Mortimer as Sekijo fought him for one of said mugs — and stepped behind Jackdaw.

Ishmael had to kneel down to the ground to get an idea of what they were talking about, given their height difference (Ishmael being over 12 Feet tall...), but as he gave a thorough look over Jackdaw's ass, he found what he assumed Mortimer and Sekijo were talking about. Although, it wasn't exactly a bug per se...

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The Borrower had frequented this pub quite a few times in the past; it was by far one of the easiest places to gather food. So many drunken pirates passed out from their own drinking that uneaten food was left out in abundance, making the place a buffet for small folk like them.

However, their attempt to better survey the bar for food would come to bite them in the ass. Or, well... there would be ass involved, at least. As they climbed the chair leg with the swift ease of someone who's done this a thousand times, they quickly hopped up onto the seat of the chair.

Their plan had been to continue climbing onto the back of the chair, only for such plans to be cut short as the chair was suddenly yanked outward away from the table. The Borrower was out in the open, and watched as a shadow quickly loomed over them. Gazing up towards the sky, a massive pair of asscheeks barely contained by the pants stretched around them hung in the air.

So mesmerized was the Borrower by the sheer size of this perfect ass that that mere second of hesitation would grant them a chance meeting with this giant's behind. With a wood-straining crash, this giant's butt crashed down upon the Borrower, smothering them in an instant as the world went silent; this giant's pillowy backside blocking out all noise, save for the faintest hint of muffled laughter.

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Ishmael couldn't help but smirk at the tiny humanoid wedged deep between his partner's butt as Jackdaw impatiently swayed his hips in front of him. In fact, the thought alone of this borrower being completely enveloped in Jackdaw's behind aroused Ishmael to no end. With a selfish smirk, he cleared his throat and stood back up.

"They're just fuckin' with you." Ishmael exclaimed, giving Jackdaw a solid smack on the ass, causing it to jiggle violently and unwedge the borrower from their place and back down onto the chair.

Jackdaw yelped in surprise at Ishmael's slap, his face going bright red as he huffed and sat back down onto his chair with a forceful slam of his behind, once again crushing the Borrower beneath his massive mass after they'd just received the briefest glimmer of hope.

"W-we're in public, Ishmael...." Jackdaw pouted, trying to hide his own arousal at his partner's forwardness.

"You're the one who asked me to gawk at your behind! I can't help it when you shake it in my face like that." Ishmael snickered back, causing Jackdaw to shake his hips in place, grinding the poor Borrower beneath his butt, rolling their little body to and fro as they were wedged deeper into the crack of their behind.

"No way, I don't fucking believe you!!" Mortimer pointed an accusatory finger at Ishmael before turning to Jackdaw. "Soot, stand back up, show me your ass!!"

Ishmael and Sekijo both erupted into laughter, while Jackdaw began angrily berating the silver-haired cook. All the while, the Borrower could do nothing but sit and pray this crew would move on sooner rather than later...