14xx/09/10 Johannes Calendar

140 days since arrival….

Everybody is back on the grind again. The Captain informed me that we have reached favourable waters again, so we finally have the time to unwind. No more storms, no more restless nights, just smooth sailing for now. The sailors visibly relaxed, their grim expressions turned to relief. But they weren't idle. For 8 days they patched the ship as best as they could. Manna unfortunately were on low supply, so most of the amnesties I was used to were cut off while our mages recuperates from the battle.

So that means no more air-conditionings. Mages are working on recovery mode protocol; maintain minimal protection against seawaters and prioritize recovery of manna by any means necessary. The sea is resting, but not out of the fight yet.

I've spent the majority of the days recovering lost sleep. In my waking hours, I've perused both Kael and the Captain's books again and again. But when I slept, I slept for days. Even my boundless energy has its limits. Hell, even Latina didn't come to my quarters to once again dominate me. Not that I'm complaining. That woman is a looker, like any other self-respecting Monster Girls out there. But to shackle myself to a woman that biologically needed semen? No thanks.

But after lunch time, I was approached by that damnable centaur. She told me that she has something special to show me, and it has nothing to do with her moist cave. Intrigued by my colleague's proposition, I followed her to the ship's hold, where most of the supplies were kept. But I wasn't going to get grains.

She led me toward a small door hidden behind a simple rug within the supply room. When the door opened, the overwhelming scent of sweet herbs struck me like a fog of chlorine gas. Such utter thickness of its volume that I wondered if this was a trap laid for me.

As my eyes adjusted itself to the low-light environment of the hold, I realised why the incense was so thick down here. It wasn't just to mask the smell of bilge water and scums settling within the woods. No, it was to mask the scent of sins from the thrusting, grinding, moaning, and utterly shameless mass of hedonistic orgy in front of me. Some part of me wondered why the Gaia's Servants was all-female. And today, I got my answers.

The me from the first day would've been appalled at what I saw today. But here I am, feeling downright stupid for not seeing this coming at all. It's just pure common sense! Semen is the nectar of the gods according to every magician I've met, and where else can you get an abundant supply of willing donors if not aboard a voyage ship filled with burly, swarthy, and absolutely bored servicemen?

It was quite interesting to learn, but I don't understand why she brought me here. That is until she grabbed one of the mages from the orgy and invited me to show her my magic staff. Sophie screamed in my mind so loud, I visibly flinched. Her loyalty is commendable, but I really wished that woman find other way of expressing her fury other than screeching like a fucking banshee.

They were apparently curious about my life-giving liquids, as said by Latina. She said that mine was so jam-packed with manna that if I administer some to them, they would have more than enough juice to even teleport straight into the port itself.

While the prospect of taking shortcuts is tempting, the revulsion earned from my dearest rifle isn't worth it. Loyalty only works if both parties reciprocate. To indulge myself into sin here would do me harm more than good.

So I bid adieu to the mass of moaning flesh and carnal desire to return to my bunk, much to Latina's utter surprise. The scent that I was smelling? Aphrodisiacs, granted it wasn't as powerful as what other MGs use, but they lasted long and worked no matter the conditions. Maybe the screams served as barrier against sexual-based mental assaults?

Mercifully, Latina decided to leave me behind to have her ways with the sailors, whom to my utter horror has no qualms for her lower equine form. I escaped the madness before my sanity takes a hit and returned to the bunk, where I have to console Sophie that I will not abandon her for some paltry flesh. Which of course, invariably leads to intercourse between us. A simple, orthodox copulation between man and a woman, with no added spices like ropes or hip fractures. Surprisingly nice and cosy, despite the bed being as small and cramped like a British phonebooth.

Good thing Kael was busy with the girls down the hold. Would've been very awkward if he walks in and saw us banging.