Part III

Disclaimer: If you haven't read the first 2 parts of this story (Part I, Letter of Marque and Part II, Letter of the Law) you won't know what's going on. Go read those before continuing here. This story contains violence and crudity associated with most pirates, and I don't tone it down for the squeamish. Oh, and there's that sex thing too. Please see "Letter of Marque" for all other disclaimers. Thanks for reading, and please send any comments, good, bad or indifferent to vanderson@violetlizard.com

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Erin squinted into the sky, the sun shining directly into her eyes. She had been sleeping until moments before, and was startled when a sudden shadow fell across her face.

"Well, Cap'n Skinner," drawled the shadow in a lazy voice, "are ye goin' to waste yer entire leave sleepin' or will we be findin' more interrestin' tings to do?"

Even sleep addled, Erin recognized that sultry voice anywhere. Though her eyes had not adjusted to the light, she knew it was Delia standing above her. She smiled up at her lover, only to be hit in the face with a cup of cold water.

Erin sputtered, as Delia began laughing and running down the beach. "Why you, wench, I'll get you for that!" Erin shouted.

Delia replied over her shoulder, "Ye'll have to catch me first, love."

Never one to resist a challenge, especially one issued by a naked woman, Erin jumped up and started her pursuit. While Delia had a head start and longer legs, it took Erin only a moment to catch up, grab her prize, and bodily carry Delia into waist deep water. Dunking her prey under the small waves, she uttered, "I have you now, my pretty! That'll teach ya to wake me up from my nap!"

Delia emerged from under the water with a mouthful, and spit it into Erin's face. Erin fell back into the ocean as if struck, and swam a few feet away before coming back up again. "You know, lass, spitting on the captain is a crime punishable by lashing."

Delia, smiled seductively, and said, "Ohhh, lashing is it? Sounds…fun. When do we start?"

Erin laughed, and could feel warm wetness forming between her legs that had nothing to do with the water in which she was standing. Delia stealthily walked through the water toward her target; clasping her hands behind Erin's head, and planting a searing kiss on Erin's lips. Erin reached around and ran her hands under Delia's bare ass, lifting her up until Delia could wrap her legs firmly around Erin's waist, never breaking the kiss.

Erin carried Delia out of the water, and back onto the blanket they'd spread out on the beach a few hours earlier. This part of the beach was quite secluded, requiring a hike that most of the island inhabitants refused to take. For Erin and Delia, the hike was always like foreplay, and they often stopped to talk and kiss along the would-be trail. The seclusion allowed Erin to completely relax, and neither woman saw the need for clothes while swimming and making love.

Erin thought briefly about tossing Delia onto the blanket as pay back for the rude awakening, but decided against it, and dropped to her knees before depositing Delia gently on the ground. Erin looked down at Delia's glistening form, laid before her like a feast. Erin ran her hand across Delia's hips, smoothly wiping the beads of still clinging water. Delia closed her eyes and reveled in the sensation. Before she could call it back, a soft moan escaped Delia's lips, and Erin smiled down at her, "Like that do you, sweetheart?" Erin inquired. Delia could only nod in response, since Erin's hands had now wandered to her inner thighs.

Abruptly Erin stood up, dusting off her hands, and said, "Well, darlin' we'd best get back. The lads'll wonder where I've wandered to…"

Delia sat bolt upright, protesting, only to catch a glimpse of the smirk that Erin was trying desperately to hide. "Pay backs are a bitch, sweetheart," Erin finally smiled.

Delia growling low, kicked out, and knocked Erin's feet out from under her. Erin had time to let out a quick "Hey!" before she was smothered again in Delia's kisses.

ot too many moments later, and Erin's loud cries of ecstasy startled birds from neighboring trees, leaving the couple in almost complete isolation from any living thing on the island. Delia, quite satisfied with her work, and still breathing heavily from her recent oral exertions, rolled over on her back. Erin rolled onto her stomach and rested her forehead on her hands, "Now I know I need a nap after that."

Delia opened one eye to look at Erin's prostrate form, "Oh no yew don't. I only get one more day with yew, Erin Skinner, and I want yew awake fer it."

Without looking up, Erin groaned, "Ye'll be the death of me woman! I'm starting to think you're plotting to keep me from the ship. I've had four turns, and I haven't even been able to touch you once!"

Delia smiled, "Ach, yew caught on. Yer right, I don't wantcha to go back to yer ship. And why are ye leavin' here early anyway?" Delia tried, and barely succeeded, to keep the jealously from her voice. Erin had already told her why she had to leave early.

Erin rolled over onto her side, propped her head on her elbow, and began stroking Delia's cheek. "You know I'd stay of I could, lass. We've been here only a fortnight, and I had planned on staying one more week, but I've made a promise I've got to keep."

Delia rolled away from the captain, interrupting Erin's caresses. "Seems to me like yer doin' an awful lot for some stowaway."

Erin realizing Delia was still jealous, tried to reassure her, "Delia, darlin', you know I don't go back on my word."

"Oh yeah, only too," Delia muttered.

"What is that supposed to mean?" Erin questioned.

Delia paused a brief moment before she began to cry in earnest, "Only that yew said yew couldn't say fer sure if yew'd ever love me, and it's plain yew don't."

Erin paused, not sure how to respond. She finally said softly, "Delia, you know I love our time together, and I love you more than anyone I know. I just…."

"Just what?"

Erin continued lamely, "I don't know, really." Erin again rolled on her back, "I don't want to hurt you, lass. But it seems I do is just that every time I come here. It doesn't seem to matter why I'm leaving, every time I go we say these same words." Erin looked to see if Delia was listening, but Delia had her eyes closed, so that Erin couldn't tell if Delia was listening or not. Erin pushed on, "Delia, I wish that your place in my heart were enough for you. It's not fair, I know, and I would understand if you found someone else. I won't stand in your way if that happens."

A long silence ensued, and Erin was about to suggest they head back. Delia finally replied, "But dontcha see, my love, I wish yew would stand in the way. It's yew I want. There ain't anyone else."

Erin sighed, "I know, sweetheart, I know. I wish I could give you more. After all this time, all these years, and my feelings have not changed. I don't think they will change. I'm not trying to be harsh, lass, I'm only telling the truth." Erin leaned over and planted a soft kiss on Delia's lips, and brushed away some of her lover's tears.

Delia swallowed and nodded her head, "I know, love. I always ask for more hopin' each time yew come back I'll get it. It's only because I love yew that I even try. I promise not to do to yew wot Gisele done to Will. There will always be a place for ya here."

Erin was touched at the announcement, but replied, "No, lass. You cannot make that kind of promise to me. If you find someone who loves you, and whom you love in return, don't let anything, especially me, stand in the way. You're too good for that, ya know?"

Delia laughed bitterly, "Oh don't I know it? I'm quite the catch."

Erin cupped Delia's chin in her fingers, and forced her to look into Erin's eyes, "You are, by far, the kindest, most generous person I've known in my life. Don't ever think you aren't good enough for anyone. Hell, girl, I'm not fit to shine your shoes most of the time."

Delia laughed, "If I wore shoes, which I don't, yew would be following me around with a rag and oil, AND yew'd be washing my clothes as well."

Erin tipped her head in a small bow, "I am at your service, m'lady. What is your pleasure?"

Delia arched a suggestive eyebrow at her, "Oh, I can tink of a few things we can do before sundown."

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Erin and Delia had returned to The Blue Ray just as the sun set. The sky, full of clouds, cast light from the sunset and painted a golden hue on the entire island. While Erin wanted very much to accompany Delia upstairs for one last kiss, she knew that to prolong their goodbye would only increase Delia's sorrow. So before they entered the front door of the establishment, Erin reached forward, and circled her hand around Delia's upper arm, halting Delia's progress. Delia turned, a questioning look on her face, until she saw the set of Erin's jaw, and knew good-byes would be said downstairs.

"I'll not give yew the satisfaction of cryin' over yer leavin'," Delia sniffled.

"Do you really think me as hard hearted as that, love?" Erin replied sadly.

Delia paused, looked into Erin's eyes, then shook her head no, "I know yew tink it's best, Captain Skinner, that we say good bye and yew make no promises. I know yer not tryin' to hurt me on purpose…" With that Delia turned, and ran through the bar's open door, and up the stairs. As much as Erin wanted to go after her and try to smooth the waters, she knew that nothing she said could make up for unrequited love.

With a heavy heart, she turned and walked back to the beachhead to await the last dinghy. She made it there, the last of her crew to show up, and waited in the coming twilight with her men. No one spoke, no one was rambunctious. Quite a departure from when they had first arrived.

"Penny for your thoughts, lads," Erin spoke to the 5 remaining crew on the island.

All were silent for a moment, before Mr. Harding cleared his throat, and spoke up, "Beggin' yer pardon, Cap'n. Not a one here would question yer decisions, but…"

"But what?" Erin asked.

"Why is it that we're leavin' a full week before we're s'posed ta?"

Erin thought a minute. She had guessed that the men were not happy about leaving early, but didn't think anyone would question her decision to do so. She could not come right out and tell her men that she was being kind to their uninvited guest, Cecile Rembert. Will's words about her appearing weak before the crew echoed briefly in her ears. Then, she hit upon an idea.

Erin barked crisply, "Mr. Harding, do you speak for all the men here? Do they all question this decision?"

There was general rumbling of agreement amongst all five men there. "I see," said Erin drolly, "and the men aboard the Argonaut, do they share your concerns?" All five men nodded again. "Well, if you'd had concerns, I wish you'd gone through proper channels to get your answers. Mr. Morgan or Jonas could have answered just as easily as I. I don't like it when I am forced into justifying one of my decisions, is that clear boyos?"

Mr. Harding again spoke up, "Cap'n Skinner, we weren't questioning yer decision, we was just curious like is all."

"And curiosity killed the cat," Erin stated. "Well, lads, I'll let you all know my reasons in the morning. In the meanwhile, I won't stand for any idle gossip bantered about, and I won't assuage any man's 'curiosity.' To do so would have put the ship and the crew in terrible jeopardy, do you understand me, gentlemen?"

General murmurs of "Oh, aye, Cap'n" and "No disrespect" were heard from the group, just as the first man started wading out to the dinghy. Another man soon followed, and pulled the small boat nearly out of the water. They held it steady, as Erin jumped in first and took her pick of the seats.

There was no more discussion as the dinghy was slowly rowed across the bay and tied against the side of the Argonaut while each man climbed aboard. Erin did not stay to oversee the dinghy being hauled on board, and asked Mr. Harding to ensure all was secure before retiring. Afraid he had offended his captain, Mr. Harding readily agreed, and set everyone in the immediate vicinity to work.

Erin strolled to her cabin, hopeful that her current 'captive' would play along with her plot. If not, she reasoned, the lie could be quickly turned into the truth, and Cecile would have no say in the matter. Erin didn't want it to come to that, but she put her crew and her ship before anything else.

From the quarter deck, Will Morgan hailed his captain, "Ahoy, Cap'n!"

"Ahoy, yourself, Will!" Erin detoured and climbed the stairs up to chat with Will. "How goes it, Mr. Morgan?"

Will turned to the two men working close to him, "The Cap'n and I will have a private word, lads. Get busy some wheres else." The men scrambled quickly away, and Will turned his attention to Erin. Grimly he said, "I've heard tell that some of the men ain't happy we're leavin' this early."

Erin laughed, "Some of the men? That's putting it lightly, Will. I just had a chat with Mr. Harding and some of the boyos, and not a one was pleased."

Astonished, Will replied, "I dinna think a man had the courage to ask yew themselves. Scurvy dogs! How dare they…."

Erin laid a soothing hand on Will's arm, "I'm not worried, Will. No need to defend me. Remember? I'm supposed to be able to take care of myself."

Will dropped his adopted angry posture, looking almost as though the wind had left his sails, "Aye, Cap'n. I know. Wot will we do?"

Erin smiled slyly, "Oh, I've got a few tricks up my sleeve, Mr. Morgan. Don't worry your pretty little head."

Will smiled, "I shoulda known. Care to fill me in?"

Erin thought a moment, "Naw, I think I'll surprise you." She slapped Will on the back sharply, "Have a fine evening, Mr. Morgan. I'm bushed, so I'm turning in."

Will shook his head, silently laughing to himself, "No orders to sail, Cap'n?"

"You know the drill, Will. Not a man to know the plan until we've cast off. Just weigh anchor, and get us outta this harbor. Sail in a generally nor'westerly direction until dawn. I'll have our course and plans laid out tomorrow at sunrise. I want every man on deck for it too. Got it?"

"Yer wish is my command, Cap'n Skinner," Will replied drolly.

Erin laughed, "Oh, if that were only true, bucko."

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Erin awoke the next morning well before sunrise. Her conversation with Miss Rembert the evening before had gone surprisingly well. Especially considering she'd had to wake up her stowaway and explain the plan to Cecile's sleepy countenance. Being a levelheaded woman, Cecile could see the plan was advantageous to both her and the captain, and readily agreed to go along.

This morning, Erin took extra time with her daily toilette. She wanted to appear as commanding as possible, and dressed with special care. Remembering that both her jacket and pants were spotted with sand and dust, she took a rough butler brush from a cubby above her desk and gave both garments a vigorous cleaning. She had very little light in which to work, but hesitated to wake Cecile. They had gone over the plan into the wee hours, and Cecile would certainly need her rest in the coming days. Still, Erin reckoned, perhaps having her 'captive' seem tired might aid in their plot. Erin finally settled on a compromise, and moved a lantern to her desk. Her body would block most of the light from Miss Rembert's sleeping form, but Erin could still see what she was doing. A few more swipes with the brush, and Erin declared her suit as clean as she could get it. She then reached into her trunk and removed an undershirt she did not often wear. It was quite frilly and lacy; it would turn any dandy green with envy that he did not own such a garment. Having already put on her pants, she wrapped a bright blue scabbard around her waist. She again took the brush and some boot black and shined her boots before putting them on. She zestfully brushed her hair, pulling it back into a single ponytail, rather than her usual braid. Last, but not least, she took her captain's hat from the hook next to the door. It's deep blue fabric and bright blue peacock feather set off each other nicely. One major change from her normal attire was the addition of her pistol in the front of her scabbard. She had never actually fired this armament at anyone, and displayed it only as a show of strength.

She took a quick glance at herself in the small mirror over her desk, declared herself presentable, and finally turned to awaken Cecile. The captain bent over and gently shook Cecile's shoulder, "Miss Rembert, wake up." Instead of the sleepy face that had greeted Erin the evening before, Cecile snapped awake this morning, causing Erin to stand back quickly. The first shafts of sunlight were just beginning to shine through the open port window, and Erin was wrapped in long shadows and bright light. Startled from dreams she could barely remember, Cecile only gasped at the sight of Erin, whose face was hidden under the shadow of her hat.

Concerned, Erin asked, "Are you alright, Miss Rembert?"

"Wha'? Oh, yes, sorry Captain Skinner. I was dreaming…nothing." Cecile wiped her eyes, yawned and stretched. The flimsy white fabric of the blouse that Cecile wore to bed sharply outlined her breasts, and Erin looked away quickly lest her imagination get the best of her.

For Cecile's part, though Erin was still cast in long morning shadows, she was quite a fetching figure in her 'dress uniform' and Cecile inexplicably found her heart racing at the sight.

Erin smiled, "Sorry to have startled you. Now, would you rather remain here while I make the announcement, or do you wish to join me on deck?"

Cecile thought a moment, then said, "No, I think your plan will work best. The less I'm seen the better. I'll stay here all day. Besides, I don't know if I can keep from laughing when you talk with your men."

Concerned, Erin said, "You think you can carry this off for the next few days while we sail to Jamaica?"

"Oh, don't worry about me. When the time comes, I can keep up my end of the bargain. I'm just so tired this morning, I'm a little on the giddy side."

"Good. Then I'll have food brought to you shortly after I finish, and I'd like you to pretend to be quite upset when the food arrives."

Cecile mock saluted Erin and said, "Aye, aye, mon capitan! I'm am at your service."

Erin smiled and winked, "And don't forget that either."

With that, Erin left her quarters, and climbed the stairs to the quarterdeck. Will shouted a hearty, "Good mornin', Cap'n Skinner."

"Good morning, Mr. Morgan." Erin looked around, the ship was sailing smoothly, not a speck of land could be seen on any side, and the sun had finally risen fully into the sky. "Anything I need to know?" Erin inquired.

Will removed a scrap of paper from his jacket pocket, "Night watch reports nothin' out the ordinary. Men are grousin' about leavin' early, but tha's to be expected. And we've stocked the larder to bursting, so we shan't need of port for some time."

"Excellent. Would you sound general quarters so I can set these lads straight?"

"Aye, aye, Cap'n." Will whistled loudly, drawing the attention of the crew. "Yew lads, Cap'n wants every man on deck NOW."

Eager to learn why their captain had left behind the pleasures of The Blue Ray so early, it took only moments for the men to assemble on the main deck. Doing a quick head count, Will noted everyone present, and bowed slightly to Erin for her to begin speaking.

Erin walked slowly to the edge of the quarterdeck, and placed her booted foot up on the railing in front of her. Seeming to take a moment to gather her thoughts always brought her rowdy crew to a semblance of quiet, and this pause had again the same affect.

"Right then. You lot want to know why we left safe harbor so early. Normally, I'd not let any of you know my plans because it puts every man here in jeopardy. I know none of you would deliberately place this vessel in harm's way, but many of you have a loose tongue given enough rum. As a Captain, it's my right and responsibility, and you'll do well to remember that from here on. I won't be so kind the next time I'm questioned." Erin paused for effect here, and could see more than a few shamed faces in the crowd. She continued, "However, you all deserved a longer rest than you were given, and I think you deserve an explanation."

"As you know, we had a stowaway on board this trip. A very determined woman who needed to get to Jamaica to see about her home and her family. I did promise to find her passage to Jamaica, but first she had to work off the debt she owed this ship. I am sorry to report that she was not able to work the debt to a sufficient level to be given leave of our vessel."

"I have decided, therefore, that it would be in OUR best interest to ransom the woman back to her father. We are sailing to deliver said cargo and pick up a sum of money rather larger than the amount she owes this ship. If we deliver her in record time, Miss Rembert has assured me that her father will gladly pay several hundred guineas to the ship that 'rescued' her and returned her to her home. In addition, we will partake of the plantation hospitality until such a time as we feel rested enough to leave."

Before Erin could close her remarks, Mr. Harding spoke up from the deck, "Three cheers for Cap'n Skinner. The best damn Cap'n on these high seas. Hip, hip…"

And the crew finished thunderous "hoorays" before Will could quiet them down. Erin continued, "This won't be easy pickings, lads. Jamaica is under a Spanish flag at present, and we're now Her Majesty's privateers. I'll be making plans to slip onto the island, and will initially only take selected crew with me. Once we've secured safe passage from Miss Rembert's father, I'll allow more crew to partake of his hospitality."

Erin assumed her most stern countenance, "I'll say it one more time--I'll not be subject to such questions again. I should not have to remind you that every man here pledged himself to me before joining this crew. Consider this your only warning. Next man questions one of my decisions gets the whip. If you have problems with that, take it up with Jonas or Mr. Morgan, is that clear?"

There were murmurs of agreement and rapid head nodding, particularly from the 5 men with whom Erin had returned to the ship on the previous evening. "Dismissed!" barked Will, and each man eagerly went back to his duties.

Will turned and looked admiringly at Erin, "That went well, Cap'n. I'm impressed."

Erin laughed, "It's the peacock feather in my hat, Will. Gets 'em every time."

Will laughed, then turned and requested the nearest crewmember to run and get Mr. Kensington. The young junior cook returned rapidly and Will instructed him to take two plates of breakfast into the Captain's quarters.

By the time Mr. Kensington knocked on Erin's door, she had already managed to remove her hat and coat, and was discussing the voyage with a now dressed Cecile.

Erin said, "Come" and the young man entered carrying a large round tray. "Ah, Mr. Kensington, would you put the food here on my table."

Cecile, who had moments before been having an animated conversation with Erin, remembered to play her part, and hung her head in seeming shame.

As for Mr. Kensington, he was disappointed to see the young captive so downcast. After a couple of weeks of working with Cecile, he had grown fond of her, and tried unsuccessfully to catch her eye. He was working so hard at it, he failed to notice his captain looking directly at him. Erin cleared her throat, and the young man still didn't get a clue. Finally, she said, "Something else, Mr. Kensington?"

The young pirate looked up quickly, "Huh? Uh, not Cap'n. Thank ye Cap'n." And bolted from the room.

Cecile could hold it in no longer, and burst into laughter when the door shut behind the young man, "Oh, that poor lad thinks I'm in such trouble. Can't we tell him, Captain Skinner? Tell him I'm ok?"

Erin shook her head, "I maintain order on this vessel by not showing any weakness. Telling anyone that I'm letting you go before your debt's paid wouldn't be a wise course of action."

Cecile sobered quickly, and cast a sympathetic look at Erin, "Is it hard to live this way, always careful of what you say and do?"

Erin shrugged, and looked Cecile in the eye, "To me, it's worth that small sacrifice. I'll not be at anyone's beck and call again."

Before Cecile could inquire further, Erin continued, "Now, I don't know about you, lass, but I'm famished. Let's eat some of this before it gets cold, shall we?"

Hmm, diversionary tactic, Cecile thought as she took the proffered bowl of porridge from Erin. I'll have to see if I can get her to open up later.

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By the mid 1700s, Jamaica was a thriving British island, "the jewels in the English crown," so named because of the thriving 'triangle trade' of slaves from Africa, sugar from Jamaica, and manufactured goods from England. The sugar plantation dominated economic life in every sense of the word, and plantation owners enjoyed a system of government that fully supported their every need-especially where keeping slaves was concerned. It's nearest neighbor, Martinique, also benefited from such protection.

It was through the work of British privateers, such as the crew of the Argonaut, that the English managed to wrestle both islands from Spain. However, on the Argonaut's first trip to Martinique in 1703, the Spanish still claimed it as a colony, and Erin and her crew were smart to be careful. England was at war with Spain, and the Argonaut was currently flying a British flag.

Erin, in consultation with her first mate, Will, decided to err further on the side of caution and weigh anchor away from the heavily traffiked port of St. Pierre. While this would mean a longer trek across land to their destination, it would be well worth it to not be troubled by Spanish gendarmes. It was also decided a smaller party escorting their 'prisoner' inland would be less subject to scrutiny. While they risked the possibility of defeat and arrest due to their small entourage, having only a few in the group also ensured quick escapes and fewer souls for Erin to worry over.

As a result, while Will volunteered to lead the expedition, Erin did not want to risk losing her first mate without being there, as always, to cover his back. The reverse also held true for Will; he refused to let his captain go without him. This meant that Jonas would be left in charge of the ship, an order that Erin saw few real problems with. To supplement their forces, Erin opted to bring the Cook's assistant, Mr. Kensington. The young man had grown both fond and protective of their 'captive' and Cecile Rembert had in turn greatly enjoyed the young cook's company. Bringing him would ensure that someone could keep an eye on Cecile should the group find themselves in hot water.

On the morning they were scheduled to venture inland, Erin, did not as usual, have to awaken Cecile from a sound sleep. Anxious to find any news of her father, Cecile was up and dressed well before sunrise. Not wanting to wake Erin, she stealthily exited the captain's cabin and climbed the stairs to the quarterdeck. Overhead, the stars were just beginning to fade with the approach of a barely perceptible sunrise. A soft breeze made low ripples in the bay water, carrying with it a briny smell at once alluring and slightly repugnant. Cecile, a native of the island, knew the intimate details of its inner workings and knew the smell heralded low tide. "Home," she whispered to herself, and nearly cried with relief at the end of her ordeal.

It was not long before the Argonaut's crew too began awakening, and Cecile left her quarterdeck perch to join Cook in the galley. Before she could get much further than mid deck, Erin emerged from her cabin and hailed Cecile.

"Good morning, Miss Rembert. Up before sunrise? This is a new development. Don't tell me you're so anxious to leave our company?" Erin teased.

Cecile approached Erin who stood near the cabin door buttoning her shirt cuffs. "Good morning, Captain Skinner. I'll have you know I've seen many a sunrise from the porch of my home, and yes I am anxious to start seeing them from that locale as soon as possible." This retort came out sharper than she'd intended and she softened her tone, placing a reassuring hand on Erin's forearm, "I miss my home, Captain, and I thank you for the opportunity to return to it. I don't believe I've said thank you for saving my life either. So, thank you. For everything." Cecile leaned down and kissed Erin's cheek, the contact causing the captain to inexplicably blush. Before Erin could utter a word, she heard the voice of her first mate behind Cecile, "Well, well, well. Do I get a kiss of thanks as well, my pretty?"

Cecile turned to find Will smiling at her, a glint of mischief in his eyes. She replied, "By all means, Mr. Morgan. I don't know what I would have done if you and your men hadn't rescued me." Cecile held out her hand for Will to shake. Erin barked a sharp laugh at the scowl on Will's face, and said, "Serves you right, bucko. Tryin' to get a free kiss from a lady such as this. You ought to be ashamed."

Will smiled, "Yew can't blame a lad fer tryin'," and he scooped up Cecile and spun her once around the deck.

It was in such a state of optimism and merriment that the four set off on their mission. Mr. Kensington packed provisions and water for two days and they all, except Cecile, carried swords and knives. Jonas was left with orders to allow the crew some time on land, but to venture no further than the beachhead.

Knowing the island as well as she did, Cecile was allowed to lead, and the group very quickly found themselves out of the jungle and onto a well-traveled road. Erin and Will were none too sure about being so out in the open, but Cecile assured them that no one would bother them. The road was the main market and trade route, and four more people, even people bearing weapons, would not be troubled.

By midday, they had made excellent time, and Cecile estimated they would reach the small town of Marigot by nightfall. The plan was to stay at a local inn, hopefully gathering news about Cecile's father or the plantation. If they left the inn early the next day, they could reach the plantation by noon. Until then, they had a long, dusty afternoon in front of them. Tropical sunshine is all well and good when you're near the water, but inland without much shade or breeze and the air quickly became humid and stifling. This slowed the group's progress considerably. Erin, seeing her party's flagging enthusiasm clapped Will on the back and said, "How 'bout a story, Will?"

"Ach, me t'roat's dry as it is, Cap'n," Will protested.

Erin paused, then said, "Everyone else getting parched as well?" With nods from Cecile and Mr. Kensington, Erin pointed to a grove of palms not far off the road, "I see a nice shady spot there. Let's take a break and eat somethin'."

The four ambled off the road and found suitable seats on a fallen tree. Mr. Kensington unpacked their repast of bread, cheese, and water. Everyone was quiet and lost in his or her own thoughts as they ate. Once the meal was nearly finished, the Mr. Kensington again reached into his pack, "I hope you don't mind, Cap'n. Cook said how fond you are, so I took the liberty o' packin'…" Before Kensington could finish his sentence, Erin spied the two oranges emerging from the sack. She nearly pounced on him with only a single word, "Gimme." Erin held the pilfered oranges up to her nose, closed her eyes and inhaled deeply the scent of rich, sweet citrus. Opening her eyes, she found three sets of wide eyes staring at her-Mr. Kensington in shock, Will in amusement, and Cecile in something akin to, well, if Erin had to put a name to it, lust. Thinking that the orange was Cecile's target, she sheepishly said, "I do love these, but I am willing to share."

"Oh no," said Will, "yew'll share, but yew'll peel 'em too." He turned to his companions, "I nearly lost a finger getting' between the Cap'n and one of her oranges." Kensington and Cecile laughed, while Erin scowled at Will, "For that, boyo, you'll tell a story while we eat."

Cecile spoke up, "I did not know you were a bard, Mr. Morgan."

"Oh, aye," Will replied, "If yer Irish, yer a story teller. Cap'n Skinner here spins quite a yarn herself." Erin, too busy peeling, did not rise to Will's bait, so he stood to tell his tale. Rubbing his hands together Will started, "Alright. Let's see. Wot kin I tell yew…oh. I know." Will paused dramatically, "Our tale begins with two fellows travellin' down a road together, much as we are now. Except these lads were in a forest, not a jungle. Suddenly, out o' the bushes, a big, black bear comes chargin' at them both, teeth bared, snortin' and growlin' bloody murder." Will demonstrated bear claws and a ferocious expression. "The first lad, he grabbed a hold o' the tree branch above his head, and hoists hisself up to hide in the branches. The second lad, terrified out o' his mind, and seein' he's a goner, throws hisself on the ground and plays dead. The bear slows his charge, and only sniff's the 'dead' man's head." Will pretended to sniff the ground, "Still, the second lad don't budge. Finally, the bear leans down and growls a message in the lad's ear, then shuffles back into the forest. See, the second lad knowed that bear's don't eat dead meat, so that's wot kept him still as a stone. The first fella comes down outta the tree, and joins his pal on the road. He says, ''Wot did that bear say to ya before he left?' and the other says, 'He told me…,' " Again, Will paused for dramatic effect, " 'never trust a friend who deserts you in a pinch."

The other three members of the party applauded loudly for Will's efforts. "Bravo," Erin shouted, "Well, done, boyo. And truer words were never spoken."

"Thank yew, thank yew," Will bowed deeply, "No applause is needed, just yer coins will do."

Erin threw an orange rind at him, and said, "Here, lad. Here's all the gold you're getting from me."

Cecile snickered, but Mr. Kensington looked nonplussed, having rarely seen this side of his captain and first mate. Erin, seeing his discomfort, said, "We're a bit more casual when on a mission, Mr. Kensington. In fact, first names will do while we're on the road. It's best too if the enemy, should we meet any, not know that I'm captain."

"But," said Will, "yew'll remember to mind yer manners once we're back aboard ship, right lad?"

Mr. Kensington, or James as they would all now call him, nodded his understand and said, "Aye, aye, Mr. Morgan."

"It's Will on the road, lad," Erin pointed out, "Just as it's Erin for me." She paused, and figured now was as good a time as any to explain her plans since she now had everyone's attention.

Ah, Will and Jaime," she started, "I'm afraid I haven't been quite truthful with you about our mission."

Will, knowing his captain as well as he did, knew the 'plot' had not been in keeping with Erin's normal modus operandi. That is, it was unusual for Erin to kidnap anyone, and Will had guessed at Cecile's complete participation. Being a loyal man, however, and not wanting to make his captain appear foolish, he kept his own council while Erin explained her plan.

"We're actually going to first help Cecile find her Da. Then it'll be Cecile who'll pay us the remainder of her debt only. I will make up the ransom from my own pocket so that the crew gets paid its fair share. The only people from the Argonaut who will know about this are the four of us." Erin turned to speak with James directly, "I've never stooped to kidnapping to earn our living and I won't do it now. This was merely a way to get Cecile back to her sick father. I know can count on Will's discretion. Can I count on you as well, Jaime?"

James was quick to reply, "Aye, Cap'n. Yew kin count on me fer anythin'."

Erin smiled and patted him on the shoulder, "Good lad. Now let's get crackin' before we lose anymore daylight."

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As predicted, the group made it to the small seaside town of Marigot just as the sun was setting. Tired, dusty and thirsty, they stopped at the first inn they came to, The Draught Horse. They walked through the front door into a cheery, brightly lit and very busy tavern.

Will turned to his companions, "If yew'll find us a seat, I'll order some grub and see about gettin' us a room or two."

So while Will wade through the crowd towards the bar, Erin, Cecile, and James circled the entire room. Not finding a single empty seat, they wound up at the bar and found Will arguing with the barkeep.

"Yew mean to tell me there's not one room in the entire inn kin be rented?" Will's face was red with frustration.

The barkeep, a fat man in a leather apron, replied blandly, "Tha's wot I tol' yew when yew came in 'ere. I've not one room and neither has the inn down the road. I kin sell you some grub and ale, but yew'll have to sleep elsewheres."

Will, who had assumed originally that the man was lying only to jack up the prices, was surprised when his offer of five pounds was rejected. Cecile, seeing that Will was unsure what to do next, stepped in and spoke with the barkeep. "My good fellow," she started, and the barkeep turned a lustful eye on this new patron. "Do you have a barn attached to this fine establishment?"

The barkeep nodded, "Yeah, I does. Nice one too."

Cecile smiled her most ingratiating smile, "Well then, problem's solved. I'm sure, as a good businessman, that you can see the advantage to renting the hayloft and some blankets to us, yes?"

The barkeep, still lustily eyeing Cecile's cleavage agreed before he knew what he was agreeing to. "And," Cecile added, "I'm sure that two pounds will more than cover the cost of the loft, four blankets and four meals?"

The barkeep finally looked Cecile full in the face, "That one there," he said nodding towards Will, "offered me five pounds for just the room."

Cecile indicated to the barkeep with a look that said Will was a bit daft, and then said sweetly, "Yes, but you cannot expect us to pay 5 quid for a hayloft, can you?"

Before the barkeep could argue further, Cecile brushed his cheek with her hand and said, "I thought not. Now, there's a good lad. You send one of these barmaids to the barn with four blankets and four meals, and we'll trouble you no more tonight. Mr. Morgan, pay the man will you?"

A frankly amazed Will laid two pounds on the bar, which the barkeep promptly whisked into his apron pocket. Cecile smiled again at the man, "Now, now, don't bother. We'll find the way ourselves." She then turned her bright smile to her companions, "Come along friends, let us retire to the barn."

All three of the Argonaut's crew watched Cecile's receding back as she sauntered through the crowd towards the door. She turned once and crooked a finger in their direction to get them to move, but still they stood rooted. By the time Cecile had the tavern door open, Will turned to Erin and tried to utter something, but nothing came out.

"Don't ask me, boyo," Erin smiled, "I don't know how she did it. And stop opening and closing your mouth like that. You look like a fish."

Erin started towards the door, and Will turned his attention to James. The young man shrugged his shoulders, and took off after his captain. Will followed suit, but not before he ordered a tankard of ale. By the time he'd managed to get back outside, his compadres were no where to be found. Circling the building, he spotted a dilapidated structure behind the tavern that more or less resembled a barn.

Sure enough, all of the others were inside. He opened the door to find that Cecile had already started climbing up to the loft, and he paused to watch her firm backside while she leaned over the ladder. Over her shoulder, he heard her say, "Looks comfy up here, Cap--Erin. It's warm enough too."

"Good thing," Erin joked, "I'd not want to spend the night down here in the manure."

Will commented drolly, "I've seen yew sleep in worse."

"Yeah, but...hey! Where'd you get that?" Erin said accusingly, noticing the ale Will now carried.

"Oh, didn't yew know? Seems there's a tavern not far from here."

"Haha, very funny, bucko. So you selfishly forget your captain? Tsk."

Cecile piped in, "AND you forgot your prisoner?"

James followed with, "And yer shipmate?"

Will nodded as he took a sip, "None o' ya have lost a hand to carry the tankard, have ya? And I know for a fact yew've got gold...even the 'prisoner.' So it would seem yer jus' not thinkin' clearly as me."

Erin smiled, "Well, he's got us there. And if Will's the only clear headed one among us, we're in a peck o' trouble."

Cecile was still in the loft, comfortably stretched out in the hay, "Well, I for one was so busy savoring my victory over the giant bartender that I neglected to purchase a beverage."

"Well, Jamie boy, guess that means we're the losers in this bunch then," Erin said.

James replied, "Guess so. Wotever will we do?"

Erin laughed, and said, "We're going to get our own drinks, that's what."

Before they could start for the door, however, a young woman entered the barn carrying a stack of not terribly clean gray woolen blankets. "Beggin' yer pardon, Mister," she said to Will, "but me da told me to bring this out to ya."

Will smiled at her, "Ah, good, yeah, yeah, come on in."

The girl approached the group timidly, and handed the blankets to Will, who asked, "Wot's yer name, girl?"

"Maggie, sir."

Will leaned over conspiratorially, "Tell ya wot, Maggie, see this lot here?" He indicated the other three in the group with a tilt his head. Maggie nodded, and Will continued, "They're all a wee bit t'irsty, so if yew'd do us the favor of keepin' the ale comin' until we call 'enough!' then there's a nice gold piece in it fer ya."

Maggie's eyes widened, "Oh, aye, sir. I was about ter fetch yer supper anyways. Would the gentlemen and ladies prefer a tankard now before yer food?"

Erin took the blankets from Will and started up the ladder, "Whatever you'd like, Maggie. We'll appreciate anything you bring."

"Yes'm," Maggie replied, and exited the barn.

"What'd you do that for?" Cecile spoke up, "I'm for ale now."

Erin laughed and said, "Just take these damn blankets, I can't climb and hold them at the same time."

Cecile took the blankets from Erin's outstretched hands, and put her nose to the fabric, "Ugh. These smell like horses."

"Then that's probably what used them last," Erin said.

Cecile raised one eyebrow in the captain's general direction, and could see a sparkle of mischief in Erin's eyes. She's really enjoying this time away from the ship, Cecile thought. She concluded to herself that without the pressure of her captaincy hanging over her head, Erin could likely relax more fully.

It was, in fact, seeing her crew and her 'prisoner' so happy that made Erin happy. And it was in the tavern during the exchange between Cecile and the barkeep that Erin finally admitted her attraction to the woman. During Cecile's time on the Argonaut, Erin had learned what strength of character lay beneath Cecile's haughty exterior, but the recent time on the road and in the tavern taught Erin how resourceful and delightful Cecile could be. Certainly, Erin admitted to herself, a sexual attraction had always been present, even when she found Cecile infuriating. But over the past two weeks, the attraction had deepened, and Erin found herself seeking Cecile's company whenever she was not at The Blue Ray or attending to her duties. Her last moments with Delia were more guilt-filled than Delia realized. Erin had found the strength to be so firm in her conviction that she didn't love Delia because she thought it might just be love she was starting to feel for Cecile. Erin was thrilled that she could feel this way, and disheartened at the same time, knowing a relationship between them was out of the question. Cecile wanted to get home, and Erin had promised her she would provide her safe passage. Thus, while Erin would certainly admit her attraction, she refused to even consciously entertain the idea of love.

For her part, Cecile recognized the symptoms of her attraction for Erin; after all, she'd had them often enough with her several suitors. But because she had quickly lost any interest in the young men that her father paraded before her, she did not give much thought to her attraction to Erin. Too, having grown accustomed to Erin's relationship with Delia, it was not odd to her that she was attracted to a woman. This was a new experience for her, and she enjoyed the sensations that Erin's proximity produced, but she did not give much credit to her feelings. Perhaps, if she had, she might have been nervous or uncomfortable around Erin, or even dwelled on their impending separation. Instead, she simply enjoyed Erin's company while she could still do so.

For the remainder of the evening, the four comrades lazed in the loft, eating and drinking everything that Maggie brought into the barn. And true to his word, Will paid the girl with a gold piece and a kiss on the cheek. Maggie blushed furiously, stammered her thanks, and backed out of the barn, forgetting to close the door behind her.

Erin smiled at Will, "Looks like someone's smitten with you, William."

Will grinned, "Ya think? Aye, she's a lovely lass. I might just stop back by here on our way out and say hullo."

"Don't you go stirring up trouble, Will. Guarantee me that you'll be a gentleman, and we'll see about stopped back here," Erin said.

"Me? Am I ever anythin' but a gentleman?" scoffed Will.

"Ach, don't get me started, boyo. Now let's get some shuteye. We've got a bit to walk tomorrow."

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Cecile awoke the next morning disoriented. All around her eyes was a golden glow, and she could not see anything more than a few inches in front of her. Remembering suddenly that she was asleep in a barn in Marigot, no more than 4 hours walk from her home, and realizing she'd likely burrowed into the hay, she pulled the straw away from her face. Dawn's light streamed through large gaps in the walls, and cast a golden hue over the loft. On the other side of a large pile of hay, she could hear both Will and James snoring loudly. Turning to her left, she was startled to find Erin's body sprawled within inches of her own. Erin had one arm raised above her head and the other across her stomach. Cecile marveled at how lovely Erin was in the early morning light. Even with her hair and clothing covered in straw, Erin's face in repose was breathtakingly beautiful.

With a start, Erin's eyes suddenly opened, and Cecile, who had been staring intently, was caught. Erin raised an eyebrow in question, and Cecile laughed, "Good morning, Captain Skinner. I'm afraid you caught me looking."

Erin yawned and stretched and stood up, "Was I snoring too loudly?"

"No, no. You just looked so sweet and innocent asleep," Cecile replied.

"Sweet and innocent, I'm not. Even when I'm sleeping."

Cecile smiled and said, "Well, I cannot vouch for innocent, but I do know you're very, very sweet on occasion."

From the other side of the hay, Will spoke up, "Would yew lot please keep it down over there? I'm tryin' to get me beauty rest."

Erin spoke back, "Beauty rest? There aren't enough hours in the night for that!"

Cecile and James laughed as Will's body plunged over the haystack and 'tackled' Erin around the knees, "Yew'll pay fer that, Skinner."

Drolly, Erin replied, "Would you kindly get up off your arse and see about some breakfast?"

Just then, Maggie peered through the door. Seeing her guests were all awake, she continued into the barn carrying a tray laden with bread and fruit. "Be-beggin' yer pardons. I t'ought yew would be wantin' breakfast since yew said yew's gettin' an early start," Maggie stammered.

Will scrambled down the ladder, "That tray looks mighty heavy, lass. Let me help you."

Maggie gave a small curtsy, while behind Will's back, Erin rolled her eyes, causing Cecile to giggle. Will turned a scowl in her direction, then a smile back at Maggie. As he set the tray down on an oat box, he said, "We thank ya for the grub, Miss Maggie." And pulled a shilling from his pocket to give her.

Maggie's eyes grew wide, "Oh, no sir, I couldn't take that. Yew've paid me enough already."

Will took Maggie's hand in his, and placed the coin in her palm, "Yer services are worth more'n this, Maggie girl. Don't let anyone tell ya different."

Maggie blushed, curtsied, and nearly ran from the room. Whistling a soft tune to himself, a smiling Will turned to find Erin, James and Cecile stuffing their faces with breakfast.

"Hey! Leave some o' that fer me, you bilge rats!"

Erin turned to James, "Did you hear something? I could swear someone who wants some of this food just called us a nasty name."

James, his mouth full of banana, replied, "I didn't hear a thing. Pass me the butter would you?"

"Certainly," Erin replied.

Swiping an apple off the tray, Will said, "Yew'll regret not feeding me later, ya know."

Cecile, in mock horror said to Erin and James, "It's true. I've seen him eat whole cows at a single sitting, and still ask for more."

Erin laughed and said to Will, "Well, then sit your ass down and start eating. We haven't got all day you know."

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Four hours later, the group stood in front of a large iron gate behind which loomed an impressive structure. Cecile, beside herself with excitement had run ahead of the pirates, only to find the gate locked. Seeing no one around, and not finding the gate key hidden in its usual place, Cecile was forced to wait until Erin, Will and James finally came into view.

"I can't seem to locate the key," Cecile said helplessly.

"Is this gate usually locked?" Erin asked.

"No, in fact it's quite odd that it is," Cecile's earlier unease at the locked gate was taking on a sense of foreboding. Her father had never locked the gate except in emergencies.

"Alright, Will, looks like we're climbing the wall," said Erin.

Before they could even begin, however, a servant carrying a large machete emerged from behind a palm tree. Cecile smiled in relief, "Jean, how good to see you! Please open the gate for me and my friends."

But Jean stood impassively and stayed a good 10 feet from the gate.

Cecile, worried and afraid, said, "Jean, what's wrong? Open the gate. I want to see my father!"

Jean smiled a smile that never reached his eyes, "Your father is dead. You speak to de new masta now. Wait here. I will go get heem." Jean turned back toward the house, while Cecile collapsed roughly to the ground.

Her eyes already getting a far away look, as if just for a moment Cecile was no longer with them, she whispered to herself, "Dead? Dead....my father is dead." Cecile shuddered when Erin placed a hand on her shoulder.

"I am sorry, Cecile. I know what it means to lose one's father." Erin helped Cecile up off the road. "Let's see if we can find out more from whomever Jean brings back, alright?"

Cecile merely nodded, small tears working their way to the corners of her eyes. A hundred yards from the gate, the group could see a man emerge from the front of the house with Jean in tow behind him. As the man approached, Cecile said, "What is Adrien doing here?"

Erin asked, "Who's Adrien?"

Cecile, still leaning heavily on Erin's shoulder, replied, "Adrien Charbonneau. My father wanted me to marry him."

Cecile didn't say anything further as Adrien stepped up to the other side of the gate. He was a tall, dark man, nearly Will's height. He wore faded black work pants and work shirt with scuffed boots, and stood sneering at Cecile with his arms folded across his chest.

"So," he said, "my little blackbird has come home after all."

Cecile sprang from Erin's side and gripped the bars of the gate, "Adrien, Adrien, is it true? Is papa dead?"

Adrien reached out and stroked Cecile's cheek, "One can only assume. Of course, I thought you were dead too, and here you are! What a lovely surprise."

Confused, Cecile replied, "So you don't know for certain if my father is dead?"

Adrien laughed, "He might as well be. You see, little blackbird, this land is mine now."

Cecile was starting to become angry, "Yours?! How can it be yours? It belongs to my father, and in the event of his death it will belong to me."

At this outburst, Jean and Adrien both laughed, "You? No, no. You know as well as anyone that a black person, even a free black, cannot own land on Martinique."

Cecile, not sure if she had heard correctly, and clearly confused said, "Black....what has that to do with me?"

Adrien turned to Jean, "Will you go up to the house and get the document tied with the red ribbon that is on my desk? Bring it here when you've found it."

Jean nodded, and ran quickly to the house. No one said anything in the uncomfortable silence until Jean returned. He handed the document to Adrien, who in turn handed it to Cecile, saying, "I believe this will answer all of your questions. Now, if you will excuse me, I have work to do. Good day."

Cecile stood dumbstruck, looking at the scroll as Adrien and Jean both walked away.