As the week went on with only the vaguest of updates given to the crew concerning the big operation that K. Rool was plotting, James could do nothing but watch, at the rather shifty way that scouts and elites would be hastily rushing back and forth, without disturbing the crew in order to relay news. 
Overtime the news became more and more drastic.  Sometimes there were even other species who would report in, mainly wasps and vultures with the fleetest of news.  Details turned sketchier to the point of most of the crew having not a single clue of what was happening with Donkey Kong Island, except of course for K. Rool and his most trusted officers.
Naturally the raptor was deathly curious of the entire operation, having not the sense of the other kremlings to leave well alone and to not interfere, not that he would ever get the chance to.  Nevertheless, he had to find out what was going on.  He hated being out of the loop of things, always worried of conspiracies especially amongst those of authority.  So he decided to ask for an appointment to see the captain concerning business, which Krook pencilled in around the early morning before work, in about four days time.
Rising up extra early on the day of his appointment, he headed straight into the captain's cabin, firstly given an instruction by the two bodyguard brothers.
	"The captain's meditating.  You walk in and don't say a word 'til he tells ya to."
With that odd warning in mind, James walked tenderly inside the large room.  The captain, for some peculiar reason, was sitting on the floor on his knees behind his desk, his head visible without crown or hat.  Stepping closer, he could hear strange words being uttered from the crocodile king, his head bobbing gently back and forth in what appeared to be a prayer.
	"Nehes em hotep...nehes em neferu..."

James couldn't understand them, and the captain made such utterances randomly without any sort of gesture, his voice forcefully deep and latent with gravel as if he were channeling a primal beast.  The raptor was terribly unnerved by all this, but was fascinated all the more to just stand there and watch his captain praying.  He didn't even consider a pirate to be spiritual about anything.  Soon K. Rool finished up with a few last words.
	"Weben em neferu, Sebek."
With a long and sudden exhale, bending forwards from what appeared to be a rather intense experience, he rised from his feet, grunting slightly as he creaked, standing naked before the latticed windows of his cabin.  The sun shone down upon his thick green scales.  James was now terrified however, because he had no indication of clothing to know what to call him.
	"I sensed you were coming my dear boy."
	"Yes...uhhh...sir."
	"Please, approach."
As he walked forwards the captain did not even attempt to cover himself, except for walking over to a few clotheshooks where James noted the captain's cloak and hat, the royal cape and crown, and a third white coat that he had never noticed before.  K. Rool took down his captain's cloak and hat, and crossed his arms towards James.
	"Uhm...what was that stuff you were chanting back there, captain?"
	"Ahhhh...hah, poor lad such as you, to have never known the old tongue.  It is an ancient prayer to our god, so that He may bless us in our duty, our purpose in this world."
	"God?"
	"The great god of all our kind, one who made us in His form."
James didn't want to imagine a god who looked exactly like K. Rool, bloated with a terrible eye problem, but a crocodile god he could imagine.
	"I take it you came from a home who turned their faces away from His beauty."
	"Religion was never a big thing where I grew up sir."
	"That is no matter, what matters is that you aid us in our mission, to spread our claws across the land.  This is merely a request of a blessing in these harsh times, not something I would normally do, considering my duty."
	"Well uh, glad to hear it sir."
	"Now...did you have something you wished to ask me?"
	"Well...kind of yeah."
	"Then speak your mind, boy."
	"Well...I'm getting a little worried about my time here and all."
	"Hmm?"
	"Well, just to make sure, I can leave when all of this is done right?  Your taking over the island, dealing with the Kongs and all?"
	"Ohh yes, that is perfectly fine, after all one's duty ends with the attainment of our journey's end.  And since your journey here shall end with our glorious victory, well...I would have no reason to force you to stay, so long as you maintain your duties to my standard."
	"I do nothing else sir, you can count on me."

He saluted with pride, and as he did so, his eyes would rove slightly along the captain's body, unable to think of anything else but that strange musclegut physique that made him ponder on more intimate things.  Ideas that due to the crew itself being VERY friendly with their fellow reptile, had become evermore forward in his mind, a tender blush coming to his face without realising.  The captain grinned, gently toying with one of his loose buttons with his thick claws, seeming to sense this.
	"I understand that you've become VERY popular with the entire crew, James."
	"Uhhh...you could say that, captain."
	"Well...it is early in the day...perhaps I should see what the fuss is all about, hmm?"
	"Wha...whatcha mean?"
	"Hmhmhmhm...come here, boy."
With a beckoning claw pulling him forwards, James walked tenderly towards his captain, unsure of what he wanted but hazarding a guess.  He reached close enough for K. Rool to reach a hand out to James' naked chest, stroking softly, feeling his rapid heartbeat.
	"Ohhh...so warm..."
His large strong hand made the raptor shudder, an aged hand that brought him closer, wrapping around one of his sides, slowly fondling his clothed rear, squeezing the rump.
	"H-hhhh...oh..."
	"Yeees I can tell you've become popular amongst my crew...such an unusual figure...so smooth..."
	"R-really?"
James was turning breathless, shaking at the fact that he was being seduced by the captain, and a part of him was turning more eager for it at such an opportunity.
	"I like to know ALL my crew...inside and out.  It allows me to strengthen my bond to them...to strengthen their loyalty...what good is a ruler that you cannot love?"
	"You...got a point, sir."
	"Indeed."
The captain soon undid the raptor's pants, making them pool around his feet and expose his naked form, which only enticed K. Rool to pull him closer, a hand squeezing James' rump tightly.
	"A-AH...C-c-captain..."
	"Yes?"
	"What...what do you want me to do for you, sir?"
	"Mmmmm...I want you to squeal to the stars...while I sodomise you.  Deeply."
The forward verbosity made James whimper and eagerly become aroused at such a dominant presence, shamefully so, the large croc merely chuckling as he fondled at James' rear, tenderly flicking a claw across the pucker, much to the raptor's panic as he noticed the lad's erection.
	"What have we here?  A boy turning rather eager for his captain?"
	"U-u-uh-"
	"Well we can't have that now can we?"
	"H-huh?"
K. Rool smiled and brought James' arms forwards, making him fall over onto his lap, spread out across both legs.  He soon felt the captain fondle at his ass, whimpering and raising his tail when he felt a thick claw finger start to push teasingly into his hole.

	"A-ah!  Captain!"
	"Mmmm...and loose too...such a dirty little boy."
With a deep chuckle, the mad-eyed croc raised his hand and delivered a solid hefty smack on the raptor's pert ass, making him squeal.  James realised what was up, playing along.
	"AAAH!"
	"Tell me what you are, James, or I will have to punish you more."
	"A-a-a...d-dirty little boy?"
	"Mmmmph yes you are...and I will make sure you learn your lesson."
This was something James hadn't felt in years, and while it was something he had to get used to again, he was far too aroused to mind as the spanking ranged from playful whaps to solid stinging blows, making James either gasp or squeal with tears fletched in his eyes from how strong the hand was.  A solid gnarled scaly hand that stung with every slap onto his sweet brown-scaled rear, eventually feeling something hot and slimy prod his belly from the captain's crotch, making him shiver.
	"AH...ah...c-captain..."
	"Yes, my boy?"
	"I can feel your cock..."
	"Ohhh...and how does this concern you?"
	"I...I could help you with it?"
	"All in good time...I wish to savour your body first."
And with that, he upended James in his lap, legs on his shoulders before burying the lad's head into his musky thick crotch.  His cock grinded against James' cheek as he placed the sweet raptor rump directly before his snout.  James snuffled with pleasure at the smell of his captain's powerful male scent, which alone made him precum thickly onto K. Rool's belly, resisting the urge to just deepthroat him unless he was asked.  But soon he was distracted by a deep thick tongue that started to slurp at his widened pucker.
	"Aaa-a-a-a-ah!"
	"Mmmnnnnngh...you've been an adventurous little lad haven't you?  I can taste so many of my crew inside you."
	"Hhhhhhhhaaaah!"
The tongue started to penetrate with little trouble, the pucker spreading for the captain, the feel of a warm wet muscle squirming into his ass making James whimper and grip tightly to K. Rool's thighs for leverage.  His body shook, his anal walls shivered with desire and tightened around the tongue, wanting to milk it hotly of royal saliva.
	"Mmmnnnn...hhhhohhhh such a delicious boy you are...so full of seed...just as you always should be..."
	"Ah...aaaaah...oh god, captain...I need you...please, fuck me..."
	"Mmmm patience dear James...rest assured I will fill you completely full before you sleep tonight..."

Soon K. Rool finished his deep rimming and slid his tongue all the way along the sweet tail of the raptor, slurping and suckling towards the tip, which he let wriggle inside his mouth with a strong suck, moaning at the taste of his newest recruit.  James panted with elation at his little tailtip being suckled so thoroughly, slapping the insides of the captain's cheeks cutely so, before the captain slid his tongue down to the thighs and legs, sliding along them.  Wettening them with his saliva, making them drip all the way down to his bare clawed feet, which he began to kiss and suck, making James flinch with ticklish feelings.
	"Hhhaaha...aahahaah...ohhh sir!"
	"Hush...I must sample every part of you..."
Resisting the urge to wiggle his ticklish feet, James moaned and kept still for the captain's wandering tongue, so thick and heavy, his snout big enough to take in half of his foot and slurp upon before moving James back to sit fully on his lap, finishing with his tongue all the way along the chest.
	"Mmmmmph..."
	"Aaah...captain...oh god taste me...please..."
	"Yessss...mmmmmmm..."
Occasionally he would settle to suckle and nibble on one particular part of James' chest or belly, making the raptor moan and gasp, his hand rubbing along the bumpy crocodilian head.  He was allowed to do so as K. Rool worked upwards towards the throat, sliding the tongue along it, tenderly biting the throat but only enough to place teeth upon scale.  He then would moan a deep bass growl that made James shudder with such power through him, in the hot suckles to his neck.  Soon K. Rool reached the snout of the younger rigger, where he soon embraced James into a deep lustful kiss.
James was amazed by such passion from the captain of a group of pirates, a group who all treated him generally like a whore in sex, not that he minded most of the time.  But here was something far more intimate, something somewhat more arousing as he was taken by the captain, a desire growing for him.

But was this love, or just a more intricate complex lust?  The kiss was deep and thick, the tongue of the captain so strong and heavy enough to flatten and manipulate the raptor's, who gave in willingly to the desire of his superior.  A kiss he had never experienced before, with such wondrous wetness, his cock drooling precum against the croc's thick belly.  They soon stopped, webs of saliva between snouts as K. Rool pulled slightly back, his eyes strangely softer, even the crazy one, and said:
	"Look behind you."
Doing so, James could see the full erection of K. Rool, a throbbing thick 10-inch pole that made him shudder in anxiety and anticipation, a mighty crocodile cock with its thick base from a scaly slit.
	"Oh jesus..."
	"Hmhmhm...do not be afraid...I will be gentle."
	"Ohhh...captain, you can do me any way you want...I'm all yours."
	"Good boy."
Another sweet kiss was given as he slowly raised the raptor's rump over the thick cockhead to slowly push him down with James' willingness.  Hearing the lad gasp, the raptor opening up his slickened rear as he felt himself penetrated at last by the captain, the mighty tip stuffed him so eagerly.
	"Ahh fffffff...fuck captain..."
	"Ohhhh...even like this, you're tight...good."
	"Oh captain...fuck me...please!"
	"Patience my boy.  Savour every inch of my cock...deep inside your sweet youthful arse."
	"Mmmmph..."
James couldn't believe how patient his leader was, the way he wanted to enjoy every little tightening pulse of muscle, his eyes half-closed as if to focus on such, gasping ever so slightly as he pushed deeper inside.  Thicker and thicker down the length, the raptor whimpered as he held on tightly to his captain, hugging his belly, licking his smooth muscular scaled pectorals in lust, making K. Rool moan in pleasure as one thick hand rubbed the back of his head to hug him close.
	"Ohhhh...such a sweet boy..."

A younger more foolish part of James begged to confess love to the captain within these throes of lust, but he restrained himself, and allowed his mind to become distracted by the thickness of crocodilian cock plowing ever deeper inside him.  Whimpering with bliss, embracing his leader, kissing the belly and chest with idolisation, much to K. Rool's pleasureful ego as he put his thick claws on James' thighs and pushed him down further.
	"AAH!  Ohhh god!"
	"Mmmmph...let me hear you beg my boy."
	"Oh...c-captain, fill me, I need you inside me, I want to be full of you!"
Egged on by his charge, the captain fucked straight inside to the hilt, stuffing every inch he could with small but heavy thrusts, growling with a dominating passion welling up within his bloated heart as he gazed down at the raptor.  He could see his willingness, trapped under a spell, bewitched with arousal.
James could feel the viciously thick hips slamming into his rear almost painfully, banging his legs against the wood, making him whimper with the feel of such thickening veins against his walls.  He spasmed softly with instinctive pleasure, before K. Rool turned him around slowly on the hot meat, lifted up slightly before sinking back down once more to now feel the musclegut rubbing on his tail and back.
With a hidden grin, the captain moved his chair towards the window and opened it to have his young rider's head stick out of it.  One arm gripped around the waist, the smell of saltwater accompanied with the rushing of waves and the cries of gulls mixed with James' own squeals of lust, as well as the bass grunts of his leader.
	"Scream for me, boy!  Scream to the sea and stars!"
	"AH!  AAAAAAH!  OH CAPTAIN!  OH GOD CAPTAIN!"
He couldn't last any longer as James came first from such a brutal pounding to his prostate, which already made his cock dribble helplessly with pre down his lap.  His orgasm shot out of the window and into the sea, splattering out onto the rushing wakes of the ship.  The tight milking squeeze of his climax sent K. Rool over into his own furious orgasm, a monstrous roar reverberating throughout the cabin as he gripped James possessively, and filled him thickly.  The briefest instant of James' mind made him feel as if a monster had just taken him as his trophy.  This time, he relished it.
	"AH...hhhh...hhhh...ohh...f-fuck..."
	"Hm hm hm hm...you seemed to enjoy yourself my boy."
	"Y-y-yeah...wow..."
	"Don't consider yourself fortunate, this is merely my way of...inducting you more fully into my crew, this does not make you special."
	"I...y-yes sir."

He was trying to handle the crocodile cum that had covered his insides so thickly before anything else.  He felt certain he was going to bloat with the stuff at some point, but he wouldn't, merely lying back against the captain's chest.  The "king" soon made him get up off of his lap, a hot messy rear covered in gooey Kremling seed, showing off to K. Rool as a result who merely spanked it teasingly.
	"Now go clean yourself up and attend to your chores."
	"AH, y-yes captain!"
James put his pants back on and ran out of the cabin to handle his chores, his legs a little weary from the session, but his mind feeling rather flushed with energy from it.  A part of him wanted to stay here longer than he had planned, but he knew he had his objective, just like the captain did.  He cleaned himself down below and returned to his duties, telling Kruz all about it, who in turn shared his own first time with the strangely charismatic crocodile, the two sharing sordid little details as they worked away.
For the next week or so, there would soon come a lot more physical action for the raptor.
As the ship's activity became more hectic with the continuation of K. Rool's apparent master plan, the crew became far more variable in their jobs and routines.  Due to the importance imposed upon them to be ready for anything, there was less time to play around with each other, only focusing on their chores.  At first James struggled to deal with it, what with the limits he was pushed to in trying to keep everything shipshape.
He switched jobs between swabber and rigger regularly, as well as occasionally made to do other various minimal unsavoury chores when nobody else was available, such as cleaning the latrines.  He could hardly complain when he was practically at the bottom of the chain of command and therefore the lowest of lackeys, but he didn't enjoy it one bit.  The weight of responsibility as a seaman beared down upon him, and for the next few days, he would struggle to his bed exhausted to get what little sleep he could grab, perhaps 5 hours or so.

Thankfully a more exciting role would be his, when he was told to report to the starboard side and join a group of Kremlings in a rowing boat, armed with ropes and harpoons.
	"What's all this guys?"
	"We're goin' marlin huntin' boy," said the leader of the group.
He was a middle-aged faded green Kremling with bite wounds on his abs, and a prosthetic left hand made of iron.
	"Krow spotted a big one out in this direction an' if we can catch it, that's our supplies stocked for a good while.  Yer Rex arentcha?"
	"Yeah?"
	"Might need a rigger with us, you never know.  Name's Keen."
They rowed out towards the horizon to further waters, the fellow reptiles in the boat all generally muddy-green, muscular mooks lacking the agility of the lean brown-and-orange riggers or the grey-and-blue muscleheads.  The waves lapped alongside the boat gently, pure liquid turquoise as far as the eye could see, the sounds of the sea almost a force unto itself in surrounding their ears.
James found it tempting to just drop off in the warmth of the tropical sun and let the waves' sounds take him away, but being surrounded by burly kremling rowers kept his eyes awake enough.  He eventually asked Keen:
	"So uh, what's a marlin?"
	"Big-ass fish, blue as the sea itself and shinin' like diamonds.  Also taste delicious."
	"I never really eaten much fish until coming here."
	"Well hope you got the taste fer it, cuz that's what you want the most."
He stood at the front of the ship, scanning the horizon with a harpoon clasped in one hand firmly, judging the waves with his eyes.
	"Steer port softly...starboard...careful..."
	"You able to like, track it down?"
	"I been huntin' fer years my boy...I know the way fish move.  They all move different, but they can all be tracked the same way...simple-minded."
	"Yeah?"
	"Hard starboard.  Fish may be brain food but they're not too smart...they don' have our superior intelligence."
He tapped his iron claws to his head, somewhat reminiscent of a knight's gauntlet, softly clinking with each movement.
	"You look like you seen it all."
	"Should do...you wanna know about the wounds huh?"
He said this without even turning around, practically feeling the burning glare of James' curiosity.

	"Well...yeah kinda."
	"The abs?  Pirahnas when I fell in a swamp...they could skin a cow in under a minute.  Took me half that to get out and kill 'em with one spear."
	"And your hand?"
	"Stealing.  Way back when I first joined the crew, I was a lot more cocky...they found out I'd stolen some biscuits...taught me a lesson."
	"Jeez...and how did you get the new hand?"
	"They made me one...five years later.  That's when K. Rool declared I was useful enough after I showed how good a hunter I was, found my real talent shortly after that...dunno why, but I got a pretty good knack fer it.  S'why they call me Keen, eyes like a hawk...it helps when yer a thief too."
	"So...do you like being-"
	"Port softly."
	"-uh...here with the crew?"
	"Nowhere else to go lad."
	"So, are all the Kremlings here, the ones with fake legs and such, they all got taken and given new ones?"
	"Only when they got punished.  Some just lose 'em, and were good enough workers to get new ones quick.  Only way you don' get one is if you got one taken fer bein' a thief, like me."
	"Is it always the hand?"
	"Well not like you can be a good worker without sea legs, and the only reason you deserve to have legs back is if you were born a cripple or you lose 'em later."
Nodding softly, James said no more as the Kremling hunter put up his hand and indicated towards a small flurry of waves.  He waggled his finger, the crew nodding silently as they rowed a little closer towards it, the boat gently undulating with the rhythm of the sea.  Soon they were given a signal to stop, and raise their harpoons.

Keen slowly brought his own harpoon out, took aim with a long cold stare, muscles flexing softly in his remaining full arm, and threw it furiously long towards the waves.  The rope streamed behind it in a glorious snaking trail.  Soon it plunged into something solid, sticking out of the waves to soon thrash about wildly, the hunter grabbing the rope quickly.
	"HAHA, THAR SHE BLOWS!  TAKE 'IM DOWN BOYS!"
The other Kremlings took their aim carefully and while one or two missed, including James who had no real throwing capacity in his arm, two more harpoons plunged straight into the cool blue streak of the marlin.  The size of it only just became apparent as it flapped out above the waves, resembling that of a swordfish with a crested fin, but with the size of a rhinoceros.
	"Holy SHIT!"
	"YA LIKE THAT BOY!?!"
	"THAT'S A LOTTA FISH!"
	"YEAH THANKS CAP'N OBVIOUS!"
Keen started furiously pulling his rope with the others, dragging their prey hard towards them, the waves rocking the rowboat excitably so.  James did his best to help, tugging with his fellow crew and with all of his strength, grunting with gritted teeth as the beast flapped closer towards them in wounded panic.
The marlin wasn't going to go down easily, even managing to pull itself away and try to drag the crew with it.  The rowboat pulled hard towards it, turning upon the sea and making them nearly lose their balance, except James who fell down hard onto the wood.  Keen was undeterred and stood his ground like a statue, iron claws gripped tightly around the rope as he roared with vigorous strength, his eyes gleaming with the sight of his prey so fresh and strong.
	"COME ON FISHY, GIMME A REAL FIGHT!  YOU CALL THIS STRUGGLIN'!?!?  I SEEN BABY BIRDS STRUGGLE BETTER THAN THAT!"
Ignoring Keen's furious mockery, James and the other Kremlings kept pulling with shaking muscles tested to their limits, pulling together almost unconsciously so.  The boat shook threateningly as the marlin's violent waves splashed over them, which only made the reptiles more determined as the marlin was soon crashing right up against their boat, dangerously filling the boat with water.
James and the crew were getting soaked with saltwater horrendously with every huge slap of its fin, the raptor even getting stunned at one point by a thick welt of a smack right across his snout.  But he gripped the rope tightly, continuing to pull, the boat swishing water in and out of itself with every wild rock of the waves, the kremlings turning ever more panicked.  All except Keen, whose eyes glinted with a cold precision, staring into the fish's gaze as if trying to kill it with a stare.
	"KEEN, HE'S GONNA SINK THE BOAT!"
	"The hell he will."
Murmuring darkly, he wrapped the rope around his living hand to keep a steady pull on the marlin and grabbed another harpoon near his foot, before roaring with a furious thrust straight into the fish's head.  He plunged the steel tip straight through its eye, popping it into a violent white goo, straight through its brain within a tiny burst of thinning blood.  His deathly precision was rewarded with the quickening end of a struggle, the last few flaps daring to throw them off the boat, but failing to succeed.  Keen pulled the harpoon back out, the seawater cleaning the tip of brain matter as he put it onto the floor.
	"Good job boys!  We're gonna feast fer a good long while!"
The Kremlings whooped with a cheer at their great success, including James getting caught up in it all, honestly excited at what was essentially his first hunting kill.  He felt manly as hell at having assisted in taking down such a powerful beast, as did everyone else who high-fived and bear-hugged each other.  With bracing muscle against muscle, they carried the marlin's body into the boat, or rather dragged it in and carefully kept its weight off the floor, before rowing back to the ship.