Seeing her crew, a little rough around the edges but sound of health made her teary.  Hastily pretending to wipe her face, she rushed to them, enjoying a happy reunion.  While Capt. John arranged to help the disabled frigate and Capt. Jackson, Rosy focused on the ferrying of her crew to the Sea Raven.  It was going to be a tight fit for the journey, but they weren’t far from Tortuga.  Besides, the benefit of having twice as many hands was it was faster to prepare the ship to sail again.  When he came aboard, she waited for a relatively private moment to approach him, “Thank you for your help today.”  Quirking an eyebrow, “Although, I’m tying to understand why you let the man go.  If the tables were turned, I don’t think he’d have been as gracious.”  For the rest of the voyage, she was polite but tried to avoid being near him.  It wasn’t a good idea to get to close to the competition.<br/><br/>The weather remained favorable and it was smooth sailing all the way.  Tortuga in sight, everyone sighed with relief, supplies were dangerously low, given the increase in crew.  But Capt. John’s recent plunder would fill the cargo holds to the brim.  For Rosy, it was like coming home, watching the familiar sites as the Black Raven slowly approached an open berth.  Haven to pirates and buccaneers, the bay was dotted with several vessels flying the Jolly Roger.  Tortuga was a festive place, twinkling lights everywhere, music from nearby taverns drifted over the water, intermingled with the fragrance of tropical flowers.  Deciding her crew deserved rest and recuperation, Rosy advised them to tell bartenders the evening’s tab should be sent to her.  A happy crew meant a smoother sailing.  After the last of both crews disembarked, Capt. John appeared beside her.  They knew a visit to her father was inevitable.  Every captain weighing anchor in Tortuga knew the law, pay respects to Captain Morgan or face harsh penalties for seeking refuge in his harbor.<br/><br/>“I will tell him how you saved me and my crew.”  Rosy said.  They walked side by side, weaving through the throng of pirates, drunks, whores, priests, merchants calling Tortuga home.  She reflected on her observations of the man, fair and strict with his crew, he ran a tight ship.  After seeing her father, her next goal was a long hot soak.  Changing into something clean and being alone to ponder the last few days. The house he occupied was not far from the main square, close enough to mingle with the crowds but far enough he didn't have to step over pirates sleeping off a drunken stupor.<br/><br/>The first mate and quartermaster loitered near the entrance.  They both hugged her, exclaiming over the disarray of her outfit.  It was comical to see the intimidating men turn into concerned uncles as they asked a battery of questions, looking at Capt. John with suspicion. Hearing her voice, Captain Morgan emerged from a room in the back to sweep her up in a big bear hug.  Larger than life, Rosy was engulfed in his embrace.  She assured him all was well.  "We heard you were captured and on the way to Spain," He said. Finally disengaging herself, she introduced Capt. John and explained the pivotal role he played in her return. Eyes narrowing, Capt. Morgan scrutinized the man in front of him.  Yes, he respected his skill as a pirate but being a pirate, was he trustworthy enough to be near Rosy.  Did he try anything with his girl?