John could see that Morgan was not happy with the way he talked as an equal to him.  Morgan thought he was the top dog about.  John did what he pleased and answered to no one, especially Morgan.  That was the way of the pirates.  There was not Pirate council, no formal agreement among them.  Deals were made and short term partnerships so that they could go raiding and take on bigger prizes.  Most of the Pirates on Tortuga were not trustworthy.  They would stab you in the back for a copper piece if that was all you had.  The drank heavily upon returning to Tortuga and paid for the use of the tavern wenches and whores on the island.  None seemed to care about the morrow only the then and now.  John had plans, like Captain Jenkins had said, the days of the pirates were coming to an end.  He was going to be ready for that.  His share of the booty his ship took was hidden away, and he would one day leave with his crew and ship.  Make a new life up in the Colonies perhaps.  Morgan to him was just like the rest of the pirates there.  John had become one because of revenge.  Morgan and a good number of the others turned to it because of their own reasons, many of which involved mutiny on the Kings Ships.  So he didn't care if Morgan was displeased of him by asking if Rosy's ship was ready to sail.  He was his own man.<br/><br/>He followed her up stairs to a room.  The hot water was brought and a wooden tub was filled with it.  He stripped off his clothes and sank into the hot water, enjoying the feeling of it.  On board ship one didn't get to take a both.  There was no room for it and being at sea a long time, weeks at times, one conserved water for drinking and not bathing.  He knew he probably stank, and he took the soap and began to scrub his skin, riding it of the salt and dirt and sweat accumulated from the last voyage.  It was something he did when he returned and went to his place.  He was never there for a long period of time, a couple weeks was the longest and he would bath at least once a week and he made sure his men did as well to keep them healthy.  Of course that was not a well known fact, besides the stench of the other pirates covered up anything.	Once he was done he found clothing waiting for him on the bed and his other ones gone.  These were a bit more fancy then what he was use to.  He liked plain clothing and nothing gaudy.  The shirt was made of silk and the black coat had decroative braiding on the arms.  The breaches were ok and of course he had his belt and boots and his sword and pistol.   He put on the shirt and breaches and socks and laid down on the bed for a bit.  His bed on the Sea Rave was a bit more firm then the one in the room, but he made do with it.  One of the perks of being the captain, he had his own cabin and a bed.  He heard the knock on the door and ignored it, hoping that he could rest a bit more before going down to dinner with Morgan.  He heard the door open and heard Rosey's voice calling his name.  But he still laid there as if he was sleeping to see what she would do.  He felt her lips on his briefly and was about to wrap his arms around her and draw her down to him, but she moved away to fast and left.  He sat up and chuckled.<br/><br/>Sighing he swung his legs over the side of the bed and put his boots on, stood up and put the coat on and the broad black belt about him and attached the sword belt to the other one.  Sticking the pistol in the belt he moved to the door and opened it and left the room.  Making his way downstairs he passed some of Morgan's crew that gave him evil looks.  He put on what he called his Captain's Face, a stern look and eyes that would feel as if they were boring through your very soul.  They instantly looked away shuddering a bit.  One of the men motioned for him to follow and he lead him to where Morgan and Rosy were.  He entered the room and looked around before he was motioned to a chair.   He sat down at the table and looked over at Morgan and then Rosy.  "Since you have your ship back and your crew, I have a venture that you might be interested in.  You and your ship, along with mine and another, Captain Flemings and his ship."  Flemings was a Captain he knew that would not turn on him or cheat him.  John had done business with him before and the outcome had been profitable.  "We can discuss it later if you wish."  he nodded to her and gave her a smile.