Those daughters of Eve drest in such a manner would indeed be very fetching. But is it Lilith that we are dealing with here. Beware, grannie who does eschew such things as corsets and other scaffolding for herself, with her familiar Willy Lump Lump, also has the magick to protect we poor sailors, should devilment come aboard, or so she says.
As for the charge of chantage are you showing the ombrageux side of your personality to even suspect moi your gentleman pirate Captain.
You wish to bring a goat you say, no asses milk to bathe you on the voyage. What will it do to you complexion? But have not fear O pallid languid one I have no doubt that my cabin wench has potions, lotions, the wherewithal and the motivation to visit justice do justice to you skin.
Should you change your mind, know that pig meat is your Captn's favorite breakfast dish. Yr. Capt'n
My dear Freddie
The tapered fingers smooth long tangled ringlets from the dreaming face. Mistress Goody has had still another vision of Lilith. Startled, gasping, in deshabille, all at once she flings her bedside flowers to the ground. Freddie's forget-me-nots lie crushed on the tapis.
O cruelest of fates!
Her sweet Freddie's concubine and e'en Freddie have enrolled her in the Lucy Stone Society, the WCTU and NOW. Poor Goody has only pink satin slippers ...no Birkenstocks.
And yet, and yet, there is always her other...dream
Your own Goody