They boarded with uniforms and responsibilities. They left with no clothes and no regrets. On this boat, the sun isn’t the only thing heating up. Sailors sneak away to fuck in their bunks. Passengers soak up more than rays. And the captains? Let’s just say they’re not exactly hands-off. As the breeze picks up, so does the pleasure — until every body onboard is tangled in one unforgettable, unapologetic group fantasy. You might never look at a cruise the same way again.