She caught her breath as he pulled her to him instead of leaving.  His gesture of gently brushing her hair away from face as he admitted to enjoying their kisses, “I think you are afraid to admit it and that you perhaps have an interest in me. Is that because of your father? You are afraid he might disapprove?" He looked down into her eyes. "Now tell me if you really want me to go.?"  Swallowing hard Rosy shook her head, “I admit I have an interest but if we stay in here much longer my crew won’t care who you are and will feed you to the fish.”  Rosy pulled away from him and added, “If you want to find out more about that interest I suggest you help me dress and quickly.”  They found her other garments and he assisted, if a little flirtatiously, in helping her into stockings, trousers, large belt and jacket.  Running his hands through her hair, he gave her a short but sweet kiss on the lips before opening the cabin door and going above deck.<br/><br/>The crew whole turned to see Rosy and Capt. John emerge from below deck, both smiling and none the worse for wear.  Rosy seemed a little subdued but calm as well as Capt. John.  The Morgan’s spies eyed the two as they stood close to one another, engaged in a conversation too low to overhear.  "Let us talk more once this is over and we have the plunder tucked in our holds."  Agreeing, they separated and Capt. John made to depart.  Rosy turned back to the crew, small smile on her lips and eyes shining.  Their continued stare stopped her short, “Well?!” She exclaimed, “Nothing happened that you need worry about.  I said I’d holler if I needed help.” Shaking her head but smiling, “You’re all worse than a group of women!” She ordered them back to work and returned to her cabin to reminisce of his sudden visit.