Rosy knew exactly where to find her men, which taverns they frequented.  Da's men had heard Capt. John's information and wanted  to share in the plunder but this was for her and the crew.  She didn't want any of Da's men to be taking the credit or reporting back to him. Signaling Michael, her First Mate, she gave him the lowdown and advised him to keep it himself but to round everyone up.  They were sailing with the tide and needed to be full to the gunwales.  Taking a dingy to the Black Arrow along with the first of the crew they encountered, everyone gazed lovingly at the ship they called mistress.  It was a miracle how quickly it had been repaired and Rosy had the men investigate the holds and begin the task of collecting supplies and water.  The Sea Raven and another frigate were moored nearby.  Tonight, she would get no rest.<br/><br/>As planned, all hands were on deck before the first light of dawn touched the horizon, some worse for the wear but no one wanted to lose out on this venture.  Casting off and following Capt. John’s lead, they slipped out of the harbor and in to the open sea.  Not knowing exactly where they were heading, Rosy chaffed at the bit.  The weather was good and wind at their back, making quick progress of the journey.  On the second day, a small chain of islands was sighted off the leeward side and The Sea Raven made for them, Capt. Fleming and Rosy followed.  It seemed a safe place to anchor and investigate.  She reached the shores soon after Capt. John and marched up to him, “This is insane, having us trail you without any notion where in hell’s creation we’re going!”  Her crew already knowing the signs of her moods, quickly slipped away to look for water and provisions.  Her anger slowly began to boil over, cheeks becoming flushed and eyes flashing.  Seeing no one was in earshot and Capt. Fleming hadn’t lowered a long boat to join them yet, he stopped her in mid-tirade by pulling her to him and kissing her soundly.  This kiss was hard and wanting and she was unprepared to do anything but experience the sensation.  When is was over, Rosy couldn’t remember if she’d felt his hands on her, so wrapped up in the magic of his lips and tongue.  Stepping away, angrily shaking her head, “Stop that.” A hand went to her lips, still feeling the sensation of the kiss, “If something happens, a storm arises, and we’re separated, we need to know the route and plan of attack.”  Capt. Fleming finally arriving on the shore broke up the moment, the two moving farther away from one another.<br/><br/>“Capt. John, as much as I’m your man, who is more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?  If we’re working together, then you must share some information so we’re not looking like cuckolds to our crew.”  He exclaimed, sweeping his tricorn from his head and slapping it against his trousers.  Rosy nodded, “I’ve been trying to say the same thing.”  As the three captains worked on a strategy of communication, The Morgan’s men who’d been with the rest of Rosy’s party emerged from the island’s interior, carrying water and fresh tropical fruit.  They hadn’t witnessed the passionate exchange and had nothing interesting to report except that the captains were getting along.  “It’ll be sometime before we sight our quarry, maybe we should agree to meet to discuss strategy.”  Capt. John suggested.  She was silent, digesting the conversation and her emotions.  Not able to look him in the eye when the meeting was over, Rosy and Capt. Fleming went with Capt. John.