Morgana's ex-Royal Navy officer thudded heavily on the deck of the ship as she dropped him unceremoniously. Turning to the closest crew member, she said, “Whatever you're doing, stop it and take him down to the brig. He needs interrogating soon, I'll be down shortly.”
The grizzled old pirate muttered a “Yes, ma'am” and hauled the unconscious man down below deck. He back and arms were sore from carrying her prisoner to the ship and she stretched her arms above her head to loosen them, causing her bare stomach to pull itself in slightly and elongate her belly button somewhat.
“Welcome aboard, Captain!” a young female voice called out from above. Morgana looked up and smiled warmly as another woman took hold of a rope and slide down to the deck from a mast.
“Always have to be up above everyone else on board, don't you?” Morgana joked. As she hit the deck, Morgana realized just how much more petite her younger sister was as the larger, burly crew members walked to and fro around her. Liliana jogged over to her sister, her long, dark hair falling down her back. Where Morgana had the ideal curvy hourglass figure, Liliana's body was petite, though still very attractive. One feature was identical to her sister, of course: Liliana was almost always showing off her smooth, flat, tight stomach. She wore a white off the shoulder long sleeve peasant top and front laced waist cincher combo that was cropped high to right below her perky breasts. Her lean stomach was fully on display. Around her waist she wore a thin gold waist chain that decorated her already stunning midriff. Her tight pants slung low on her hips and a red sash wrapped around. Complete with thigh length leather boots. A red bandana tied atop her head and large gold hoop earrings.
Liliana jumped into her sister's embrace, and both were quietly amused as they felt the skin of their tummies rub up against each other. Pressing their bellies together for a moment longer, they pulled apart. “So who's the uniformed stiff?” Liliana asked, gesturing to the hatch leading to the brig.
Morgana looked around for a moment, making sure the rest of the crew was busy, then leaned in close to her sister's ear. “I overheard him say something very interesting at the pub,” she whispered. “There is apparently a treasure out there that's perfect for us. Some kind of magical jewel that grants eternal wealth and riches when it's inserted into your belly button!” She lightly pressed her finger into Liliana's shallow innie as she said the last part. Liliana's stomach twitched and her eyes grew wide with excitement.
“What else do you know about it?” she asked, dreamily circling her own navel with her finger.
“That's what the stiff's for,” Morgana replied, dropping her discreet tone. “He and I apparently have a history, although I only vaguely remember it. He was in the Royal Navy and I got him thrown out, so his interrogation should be quite fun!”
Liliana giggled. “Let me know if you need any help cracking him open!”
“Thanks,” Morgana laughed, “but I should be fine for a bit. If you can get that body oil though, I'd appreciate it.” Liliana nodded and ran off to the captain's cabin as Morgana headed down to the brig. She was delighted to see the man waking up as she walked in and removed her coat, leaving her only in her trousers and knotted shirt.
She paced seductively behind the chair the man was on, making sure his bonds were tied tight. “You'll have to forgive me, since I've run into quite a few Royal Navy ships in my time, but I cannot recall your name.”
“James Curio,” he spat, insulted she didn't remember his name and what she did to his life.
“Ah, that's right... Do you mind if I call you Jim?” He simply glared. “All right, Jim. I need to know more about this jewel you were talking about.”
“And why the hell would I help you?” he demanded. “You led me on a wild goose chase to a dozen different islands, got me kicked out of the Royal Navy, ruined my family name, and overall destroyed my life!”
“Yeah, sorry about all that...” Morgana looked thoughtful for a moment, tapping her chin with her finger, then said, “Oh, I think I can find some incentive for you! Tell me, what do you know about my reputation?”
Curio looked bewildered for a moment. “What? Why? You know how famous you are in these waters.”
“Yes, Jim, but what am I famous for?”
Still with a confused expression, he looked her up and down. “Your knack for getting out of all kinds of situations, your ability to get whatever you want, the fact that you attract all sorts of strange and dangerous people and things, and...” He trailed off, his eyes dropping down to her midsection.
“And the fact that all that happens while exposing my soft, helpless stomach, exactly,” Morgana finished with a smile. She took a step closer, her deep navel barely and inch from Curio's nose, and said, “But... how many people do you think have touched it? Very few. In fact, to this day, I've never let a man really do anything to my stomach, especially not my sensitive belly button...”
Curio's expression softened and he watched the smooth midriff before his eyes with desire. “Tell me about the jewel...” she whispered, ever so lightly brushing the flesh of her stomach on the tip of his nose, just beneath her navel.
“You drive a hard bargain, Morgana Ravenblack,” he breathed, staring into her deep belly button. Morgana suppressed the urge to shudder as she felt his warm breath spread across her lower belly. “But you've taken too much, and that jewel will be mine.”
Morgana took hold of his shoulders and moved her body down so that her innie was now directly in front of his lips. “Come on, Jim,” she whispered, her voice becoming more and more seductive with each word. “I know you want a taste. Be the first man to ever have just a small taste of the great Morgana Ravenblack's succulent belly button...”
Against his better judgment, Curio slowly parted his lips and moved his tongue toward the navel before him. Just as his tongue was about to enter her innie, however, she pulled her stomach in a bit, putting her belly button just out of reach. “Ah-ah-ah,” she scolded playfully. “Tell me about the jewel first. Where is it?”
Curio looked up at her for a second, then back at her belly. He leaned his head forward, but Morgana pulled her stomach in even farther, always keeping her navel from his tongue. “My belly can go in much farther than you can reach, Jim. The jewel?”
Curio's face darkened and turned back into a frown. “Nice try, Ravenblack. But the jewel will be mine.”
Looking disappointed, Morgana took a step back and let her belly out. “You let me down, Jim, but don't worry, I'm not done with you yet.” As soon as the words left her lips, the door opened and Liliana stepped inside with a small bottle in her hand. “Thanks,” Morgana said, taking the bottle and uncorking it.
“No problem, sis,” Liliana said, giving Morgana's navel a playful swirl with her finger and winking at Curio before leaving. As Morgana expected, he seemed to greatly enjoy that.
“W-what's that?” he suddenly asked, eying the bottle of clear liquid.
“Oh, well, my belly doesn't always look this great, I have to keep it nice and moisturized,” she answered with a smirk. Curio couldn't keep his eyes from bulging as she rubbed the oil onto her hands and began to massage it onto her bare belly. She stepped closer to him again, slowly and erotically running her fingers across her soft belly, giving her midsection an attractive sheen. She moved so close to Curio that she had to pull her stomach in to keep his face from touching it. When she was as close as she could get, she slowly and deliberately used her middle finger to massage a pool of oil into her navel at the center of her concave stomach, mere centimeters from his eyes.
“The jewel, James...” she cooed, taking a deep breath as she pressed her finger into her belly button.
“All right, all right!” Curio exclaimed, feeling as though he was about to explode. Morgana froze in what she was doing, but she did not remove her finger from her navel, nor did she move away or let her stomach back out. “I don't know where the jewel itself is exactly, but I know the first step. There's a series of clues that will take you all across the sea to find it. The first one is on an island a few miles south of Aruba, and there will be danger there.”
“I believe I know the island you're referring to,” Morgana said, thinking.
“A-and you'll be taking me with you, right?” Curio asked to her concave belly. She looked down at him, watching him stare intently at her finger inside her oiled navel, and smiled.
***
Former Royal Navy officer James Curio landed face first in the mud, sending the pigs squealing away. “Thank you for your cooperation, Jim!” Morgana's voice called as her ship sailed away from the port, her shining, oiled stomach gleaming in the early morning sun.
“Well done, Captain,” Liliana said, roaring with laughter. “Do let me do the next interrogation, it looks like great fun!”
“I won't lie to you, that one was,” Morgana chuckled. “Now then, we have a heading! South of Aruba!”
Liliana's laughter died almost immediately and the crew froze. “But, Captain...” the young pirate said weakly, “don't you know what lies in those waters?”
“I assume you're referring to that Leviathan of a beast I've heard stories about. Yes, I've heard of it, but I also know that at this point, it's only a legend. Relax, even if there is some kind of sea monster there, this crew has made it through far worse.”
the crew looked hesitant. Morgana frowned at them all and said, “Let me put it to you all this way, if you don't get us there as fast as possible, I'll be tripling your workloads and docking half your pay.”
Whatever issues the crew may have still had, they pushed them away for the moment and went to work. Liliana still looked worried. “Are you sure about this, Morgana?”
“There's a belly button jewel that will make us set for life out there, Lil. It'll be well worth the risk.”
“There may be a jewel out there, we don't know if it actually exists yet. What if it doesn't and we're leading this crew straight to their deaths?”
“Like I said, we've faced far worse than some giant fish with an attitude. Even if there's nothing there, we'll be fine, trust me.”
Liliana said no more, yielding to her sister. But even as Morgana left for her cabin, she remained on the deck, nervously fingering her own shallow innie belly button as she so often did.
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