The captains made their way to waiting dinghies waiting on shore to take them to the Sea Raven.  Capt. John sidled alongside Rosy and casually asked for an explanation of the stolen kiss.  Pretending to focus on climbing into the dingy, she tried not to make eye contact.  At that moment, she would have readily chosen to walk the plank rather than answer his question and she would do everything possible to avoid him until they successfully captured their prey.  After that, there’d be very little time either of them would be alone.  What could she say, except he was asleep, clean, handsome, and vulnerable.  The kiss seemed harmless and besides, she was confident one kiss from her was nothing compared to the many he’d experienced.  Give him some time and exposure to the lovely wenches, and he’d forget all about it.  That said, her lips still tingled, and she was very aware of his presence.  Never feeling this way before, it was hard to describe her emotions and decided it was better to focus on tasks she could accomplish.<br/><br/>Clamoring on deck, Capt. John escorted them to his cabin, crew worked industriously to cast off.  He spread out a map for them to examine, giving them a moment to get their current bearings.  He detailed the route and schedule of the treasure ship would take, while they listened intently to the plan.  “The ship travels with two escorts,” Rosy contemplated, “I take it Capt. Fleming and I will immobilize the escort ships and you will handle the prize?”  He nodded, explaining his ship was outfitted with the most artillery and it’s record for speed unparalleled.  Capt. Fleming nodded in thought, “A sound plan.  Should we agree to meet again before the big day in case of any last details?”  Capt. John agreed and Rosy nodded reluctantly.  She’d make sure to have crew or Capt. Fleming nearby when they met again.<br/><br/>Finally satisfied, they left to return to their own vessels, Rosy practically jumping into the waiting dingy to take her back to the Black Arrow.  Seeing her onboard, First Mate, Michael took the cue and shouted, “Weigh anchor and hoist the mizzen!”  Feeling the wind in the sails and course plotted, Rosy allowed herself to think about Capt. John and their kiss, chastising herself for not doing anything, a slap even.  Why did he kiss her, was he making fun of her own kiss or did it mean something else?  Michael noticed she seemed a little preoccupied and with nothing pressing, left her to her thoughts.