Mr. Andrew was polite and as gentle as possible with Rosy, knowing who her father was.  Who didn’t have an inkling of Captain Morgan’s beautiful daughter?  No one brought up the topic of his little girl without the chance of being shot, run through, or beaten to a pulp.  More precious than any man-made treasure, Rosy was the daughter of the infamous pirate and his crew.  Her antics as a child were legendary and growing into womanhood, her reputation as a maid was spotless.  No one was willing to hazard a flirtation without risking castration.  She was like a cat with limitless lives, squirming out of one tight situation after another, all on her own ingenuity and craftiness.  He had to admit seeing the Captain and his captor together, they were about the same age, same fighting spirit and sense of adventure.  Was fate playing something out in front of him?  Perhaps there was an alliance in the air.<br/><br/>Relieved to finally be free, the rush of returning circulation was worse than being bound and Rosy winced in pain, furiously rubbing limbs most affected, attempting to shorten the agony.  The reputation of Captain John Wellington preceded him, recalling snippets of overheard conversation, how he possessed an uncanny talent for sensing a wealthy cargo and bringing it down with a blend of daring and stratagem.  Da thought the man was a promising candidate for the pirate council, irksome and interesting.  What she didn’t hear was how young and handsome he was, not that she would ever tell the smug snit.  The last thing you do is tell a male pirate anything to inflate his already oversized ego.  Rolling her eyes at the comment if Da would be in Tortuga, Rosy pretended to focus on her recovery.  Of course Da would be in Tortuga, home was just a stone throw away.  It wasn’t Da she was concerned about, but her crew and childhood friends who might hang from the gallows soon.  Squinting up at him, Rosy contemplated if he truly knew who she was.  Could she use the typical female wiles to get her way, the pleading crying, weeping willow routine, or bargain like a true pirate?  But his calling her by the name ‘Rose’ was the deciding factor, she hated that name.<br/><br/>“Thank you for saving me.” She said through gritted teeth, pushing hair out her face.  “So, are you intending let me go so I can save my crew?  Or, are you just going to let the English murder some of our own?”  Challenging his pirate sensibilities, she hoped he would take the bait and help her.  Dealing with how she would repay him would come later when her lads were all safe and accounted for.