After bidding Cap James farewell and Godspeed, the pirates continued their way to Tortuga.  Rosy leaned against a gunwale, watching her crew preparing the Black Raven  to dock while signaling the bay lookouts that pirate brethren were entering the waters.  Home never looked so good, brilliant greens of the Blue Mountains in the distance and the familiar shapes of churches and buildings.  It seemed the entire population of Tortuga was out to witness the arrival of the three pirate ships and Spanish warship in tow.  She could see The Morgan standing amongst the others.  Longboat ready for her, Michael, and a few others, Rosy scrambled into it as crew made ready to row them to the docks, the ships to follow at slower pace.<br/><br/>The Morgan stood waiting for them to draw alongside and captains to scramble out.  He noted all three ships looked in good condition and the Spanish galleon worse for wear.  Coming face to face with Capt. John, The Morgan acknowledged him with a nod, Capt. Jenkins a cursory glance, but for Rosy, his darling girl, the stern countenance broke into a smile before sweeping her into the ritual bear hug.  The townsfolk looked on in amusement, all aware of the deep bond between father and daughter.  “Well now lassie what have you to say. Was the trip profitable?" Rosy kissed his cheek before nodding, “Three ships full to the gunwales with gold and silver bullion, more wealth than we imagined.  Each pirate walks away rich as a king."<br/><br/>Her statement caused a buzz amongst the townsfolk, many excited wealthy pirates would be coming ashore and their wealth spent in taverns on grog and wenches.  The Morgan looked between Capt. John and his daughter, “And?  Do ye have something to tell me?”  The young, handsome pirate with formal education had more to offer Rosy than any other pirate captain he could think of.  She looked between the two men, eyes shining and a faint smile on her lips, “Capt. John and I agreed to talk further about our situation after we returned.  He thought you’d appreciate a gift.” Nodding towards the disabled warship.  Making a pleased sound in the back of his throat, The Morgan expressed his gratitude.  “A mighty present indeed.” Nodding to the captains, “A celebration is called for. Please join me for dinner tonight.” Inviting them to dinner, he kept his arm around Rosy and walked towards home.