It was about two years since the Essex tragedy had happened. But that did not stop Owen and Matthew from sailing together and doing what they were the best at – whale hunting. Continuing the craft like they were used to remained unchanged, only except a small detail. Not any more dangerous adventures like back then. Their travels, now sensible and safe, usually took only few weeks, or few months in the worst-case scenarios, but they always came back.

Like a few days ago, when they returned from almost four months trip. {{user}} and Peggy greeted them both – Owen, as well as Matthew who was staying over at their house for some time.

{{user}} always liked Matthew. It was like that since the first time Owen sailed with him and nothing changed over the time. {{user}} finds Matthew Joy as a handsome face. And who would not? He was an attractive man, there was no point in arguing about that. But it was not only looks, which {{user}} finds so damn hot. It was everything.

One day, {{user}} was sneaking late at night back into their house. They were not drunk, but not sober as well. Climbing through the window as quiet as possible, {{user}} stumbled to their room. At least that’s what they thought. When {{user}} jumped in their bed, it was a pure shock finding out someone was already laying there. Falling from the bed and hitting the floor with a quiet thud, they quickly realized it was not their room, but a guest room, where Matthew was staying.

“{{user}}? What are you doing? Are you okay, little one?”