The pride in his eyes was everything Rosy wanted and Da inviting Capt. John and Capt. Fleming to dinner warmed her heart.  The idea presenting one of the Spanish warships to him was brilliant on Capt. John’s part.  Da would never turn down such a generous gift, and the way to any privateer’s heart was though his wallet.  Rosy was interested in adventure and the life on the seas, treasure wasn’t her interest but having it did make life more comfortable.  With enough money saved, she could decide what the future might look like.  Home behind closed doors, she knew what was coming.  Da concerned about her welfare, “Now my little one, tell me what is going on with you and Captain John?” Hands on hips, he waited patiently.  Rosy spent hours reflecting on just exactly what she was feeling for the handsome young captain.<br/><br/>He challenged and at the same time supported her.  Initially afraid of what he would demand in return, Capt. John never said anything or alluded to ‘other’ payment.  Even when he came upon her partially undressed, he did not force himself on her, well nothing she was uncomfortable with.  She didn’t want to embarrass Da with her physical feelings but thinking about Capt. John’s kisses made her blush and feel very warm.  So far it seemed that he accepted Rosy’s temper, being a captain of a pirate ship, and her lust for adventure.  Only time would tell if he would try to change her, but if that happened, that would decide their fate.<br/><br/>Looking at her father, eyes clear and unwavering, “He’s different than any man I’ve met, and I want to learn more about him.”  She frowned and smiled at the same time.  “I want to wear a dress tonight to see what he thinks.”  That made The Morgan stop and consider who was this man.  Rosy rarely wore dresses and only upon request, preferring the comfort of trousers.  “Da, will you give your permission to allow this ‘thing’ between us to continue?  I do not want spies watching our every move.”  Agreeing grudgingly, he watched her walk upstairs.  What to do as a father, should he allow things to blossom between them?  One outcome would be Rosy could get hurt but the other outcome would be John and she could well suited for one another.  If he interfered, she would be very angry and may have a hard time forgiving him.  For the moment, it was best to just step back and see what was to see.<br/><br/>After her bath, Rosy opened the doors of the armoire her gowns were kept.  She hated the constraining feel of corsets and the underthings women wore but could appreciate how they made her body look. What would Capt. John think, she wondered.  Selecting a cream-colored gown with intricate embroidery of flowers on the bodice with repeated accents in the pale gold skirt, her flawless skin (albeit a warm brown from sunshine) and tiny waist were pronounced.  Da had the dress made by a French dressmaker he had a thing for.  Her hair in a simple bun (Rosy didn’t take the time to learn the fancy hair arrangements) with wisps falling around her face, she slipped on matching shoes and stepped back for a final inspection.  Sunshine and activity made her skin glow and wearing nothing else but a little color to her lips, she felt prepared to go downstairs.<br/><br/>The captains were already downstairs, their voices carrying.  Rosy slowly descended into the front room.  Her father’s First Mate and Quartermaster were the first to see her, eyes almost popping in surprise.  She smiled and continued into the dining room.  The silence and looks were initially flattering but quickly became a little worrisome when the men continued their scrutiny.  “Well?” Rosy frowned, “Haven’t you seen a woman in a dress before?”