What does reddit think of the 1st Chapter of my erotic novel? (semi-srs)-has pirates

I had to write this because I lost a bet with my friend. I forget what the bet itself was but the loser had to write an erotic novel with the winner as the protagonist. I wrote about five chapters but I'm thinking about finishing it just for shits'n gigs. My friends got a kick out of this so maybe y'all can too. Don't read if You get offended easily. Grammar is not on poing

                  Chapter 1: Longing For the Shore

Captain Black-Cock waddled across the deck of his ship: the S.S Hardwood. An eyepatch over his left eye was a reminder of things past and things never to be again. His muscles ached and his stomach was left hungry. His cock however, oh his cock was doing just fine. He was still recovering from his previous night's romp with Angelina, the deckhand. As the diminished captain gazed onto the endless array of shimmering blue sea, Michaela,the ship cook passed by him and gave him a subtle wink. He had always found her to have magnificent tits and an ability to seduce any man. Politely, he winked back for he was trying to keep his head clear and on the expedition at hand. He was on his way to Europe to trade the spices he had collected in his native land, Chile. Although he had an indispensable amount of poon-tang on board, his heart was still with his precious Chile. "I'll be with you soon," he said to himself softly as the bitter wind whipped his face. He knew that his loving wife Amelia would be waiting for him with open arms and even more importantly, an open vagina.Before he could finish his though, Michaela walked up to him and grabbed him in the testicles. Although he was enamored with love for his distant wife, he could not resist her luscious rack. He took her under the deck and turned her over onto an old crate. "Oh my" said Michaela as she caught a glimpse of his mastadonic boner. after they had finished, Michaela gave him a compassionate look. Captain Black-cock turned around in disgust. It had happened all too many times before; women mistook his intensity for compassion. The truth was he couldn't help himself. He was the first Black Captain of the 1800's.. All the woman had wanted a taste and yet there were so many more with the same hunger. He left her there and walked up the stairs, anticipating another night under the unified stars.

His bread seemed harder than usual. His ale, weaker and less sobering. He felt incomplete, for he missed his precious Chile. He longed for Amelia, but Amelia he could not have. He looked in the night sky and sighed. Every woman that he touched that was not Amelia made him want her more. His hunger however, could not be tamed for he was a lion in a den of rabbits; and he intended on satisfying his insatiable lust. Captain Black-Cock fell asleep under the broad black sky after getting an old fashioned from the deckhand, April. Her nimble fingers massaged his scrotum with majesty. He didn't even bother to change pants. The ale had taken affect, and he had fallen asleep with a companion but in his mind he was still alone. She was just another piece of ass; a beautiful, radiant piece of ass. Black-Cock snored loud without emotion as he fell asleep on the deck with his feet on the plank and head toward the sky; just a small indication of things to come.