All of this wench talk reminds me of years gone by. When I was just a pup of 17-20 I used to go out of the 3/4 day fishing boats from Ventura to make island runs and kill anything that swam.
One of the guys that I went with was in his early 30's at the time and married to my girlfriends sister,he was a super mellow guy with a quality/dry sense of humor that lived on surf and fishing. We would go on one boat that had an old wench of a galley whore that was probably in her late 40's but looked like she was in her 60's from the life at sea. I mean this wench looked like she was living off of PalMall non filters and instant coffee since the hidious creature fell out of her mother. You would swear by looking at her that they duct taped her to the bow with a maglight in her hand to take salt spray and guide them through the fog.
One day on the way back in from an especially rough day on the boat he looks at her then me and very calmly says "Don't think I'm crazy here but after a day like today I can't help look at that and think.....Yeah I'd fuck her" .
That must have been the day, the day I turned PIRATE because now in my late 30's when I go out on the boats and come back from a long day (or more) of hooking longfins or yellowtail I can,t help but to look at whatever galley wench is behind the grill and think "Yeah.. Might as well, guess I'd fuck her"