Each day they sailed nearer to their destination, she counted herself closer to being free of Capt. John and his inquiring gaze.  Wind at their backs, they encountered no other pirates trolling the waters and only sighted a few merchant ships that speedily fled the area.  The encounters that threw them together, were in the company of crew and Capt. Fleming.  She had a niggling sense he was laughing at her, but to ask would mean being close to him and looking into his dark eyes.  At last, the final evening before their quarry was to arrive, she was in her cabin involved in her daily bath, a habit the crew had long gotten used to.  It was a simple sponge bath but to do more would be a waste of water.  A little damp but aware of her state of undress, she’d just drawn on her under drawers, tailored to her smaller frame when there was an unexpected knock on her cabin door.  Turning just in time see Capt. John slip in and close the door behind him.<br/><br/>Swearing silently, not wanting to alarm the crew, she quickly covered her bare breasts with one arm and snatched up a clean white linen shirt, quickly slipping it over her head.  It clung to her damp body, making her very self-conscious as he chuckled, “Now can you explain the kiss you stole back at your father’s place.”  Moving to grab a nearby waist coat to cover more of herself, Rosy finally faced him.  Hair hung damply down her back but eyes shining triumphantly, the waist coat was near her pirate cutlass.  “You do not belong in my cabin, and you can’t make me explain anything.”  Drawing it from its’ scabbard she faced him, “Unless you want to be run through,” eyebrow raised in triumph “I suggest you leave now.”  She wasn’t giving anything up without a fight and prepared herself.  He knew the sound of steel against steel would bring the crew and The Morgan's spies running.<br/><br/>Acquiescing to her demands, Capt. John bowed slightly and made to leave.  At the last moment, feinted and lunged for the cutlass.  Grappling for control, they struggled, Rosy swearing quietly.  After a few moments, she could tell he was enjoying her distress and decided to kick him in the shins.  The downfall was being barefoot, it hurt her more than it did any damage.  A yelp of pain and she let go, hopping on one foot, tears in her eyes.