Blood turning cold as she digested his words, what was he thinking?  Leave her crew to their fate was worse than dying herself.  Hearing the alarm, Rosy understood she had to survive this before entertaining the thought of saving her men.  Now was not the time to argue and she nodded at his small courtesy, before quickly ascending to the deck.  The crew swarming into action, she longed to take control.  She applauded his strategy to take them through the Dragon’s Teeth, risky but smart.  Pirates often used the teeth to dissuade larger Spanish galleons in following them.  Time was moving agonizingly slow as they watched the drama unfold.  Hearing the loud rupturing of the frigate’s hull as it shredded against the reef, pirates cheered in victory.  A win for their side and a great loss to the English navy.<br/><br/>To save what they could, the crippled vessel limped her way towards shore.  Capt. John ordered a long boat and invited her to accompany him, being curious by nature, Rosy agreed.  Who was the English captain stupid enough to think he could best a pirate?  Scrambling down, she clamored over crewmates to secure a seat.  Some of them smiled at the contact of her nubile body but none dared to act.  The tide was in their favor, making quick the arrival to shore.  Rosy thanked Capt. John again for helping her out of the boat (she wished he wouldn’t be so courteous so hating him would be easier).  As they approached the English captain and his immediate crew, recognizing his face she swore in disbelief.  Could fate be so generous as to provide the bastard that caused her ruinous capture?  “You filthy son of a bitch!”  Before a nearby pirate could stop her, she’d pulled the pistol hanging from his belt, and primed it to shoot the malefactor in the chest.  Recognizing the firebrand and recent hostage, the tall man with powdered brown hair hastily backed away.  “It was pure luck that you took out my ship seeing how clumsy your navigational skills are.”  Her murderous progress halted by Capt. John, arm securely around her waist and free hand attempting to disarm her, he was enjoying the small fracas unfolding and the wiggling body against his.<br/><br/>“Well, if you’re not going to let me kill him,” Rosy struggled to be free, “I say we use him the same way he used me. Let’s barter his sorry ass for my crew.” As he wrenched the pistol from her hand, she slumped against him exhausted. Becoming aware of his proximity, “You can let go now, I won’t kill him. At least not at this moment.” Looking back at the defeated captain, a wicked smile on her face, "If you take him to Tortuga, my father would be delighted to meet him."