Rhyscott's shipwrecked sailor, desperate for release, retreats to the makeshift shower. The warm water cascading over his body only intensifies his longing. He leans against the wall, his hand wrapping around his aching cock. He strokes firmly, his other hand playing with his nipples, sending jolts of pleasure through him. The steam fills the small space, his moans echoing off the metal walls. His fantasy takes him to a bustling port, to the eager, anonymous men waiting there. His strokes become frantic, his body tensing as he finds his release, his cum mingling with the shower water, washing away into the drain, a secret sacrifice to the sea.