Rosy warmed to hear Capt. John’s words in her ears.  He thought she looked ravishing making all the effort in getting the fussy outfit on worthwhile. She wondered what he thought of her dressed in pirate attire?  Reflections were short lived, interrupted by the presence of a woman sitting beside him, a shapely blonde with hair loose and framing a beautiful face with ice blue eyes and pouty red lips.  The women took stock of one another, Rosy disliking her immediately, not because she wore an almost transparent shirt displaying her ample goods (she wore on chemise or corset) but how so close she sat to Capt. John.  Spending time with him, Rosy was confident this wasn’t the type of woman he would be interested in.  Besides if he were, he wouldn’t have made the effort in pursuing the truth behind the kiss she stole from him.  The Morgan introduced her as Captain Angelique Bowie, a pirate from the Americas.  “And Capt. Angelique, this is my daughter, Captain Rosalie DelRosario of the Black Raven.”<br/><br/>The new guest looked at Rosy before laughing in a sexy deep way and putting hand on Capt. John’s arm.  “Is this your idea of a joke?  She looks barely out of the schoolroom and too soft to be a pirate.”  Taking this as a compliment, Rosy smiled sweetly and nodded, “In fact I just returned from sailing with Captains John and Fleming, bringing back a wealth of Spanish gold and that warship you must have seen on your way here.”  Signaling for a glass of wine, she continued in the same even and light tone, “What brings you here, Capt. Angelique?  It’s a wonder we haven’t heard of you before now?  Are you also from an esteemed pirate family like myself?”  She tilted her head coquettishly, a trick learned from the daughters of the rich merchants, look harmless and attack with words like daggers.  “What do you call your ship?  I am eager to hear how you gained a reputation on the high seas, although I can think of one or two ways,” a quick but pointed glance at Capt. Angelique’s coral tipped breasts, “but it’s always best to hear to truth from the person.”<br/><br/>Capt. Angelique felt the barb, sitting up straighter and taking a second look at the Rosy.  The chit was pretty and had sharp claws but what else did she have?  With a father like The Morgan, Capt. Angelique doubted Rosy was any real threat.  “My ship is the She Devil and ask any pirates of the Americas.  My name is renown and feared.  I’ve killed and plundered any ship travelling in my waters, be it English, Spanish, French.”  Knowing Capt. John’s feelings towards the senseless killings most pirates did, Rosy felt triumphant in encouraging the woman to reveal her true nature.  “Oh! What a creative name for a ship.  I’ve always believed it was unwise to name it after oneself.”  Everyone held their breath, fascinated with the spectacle of two female pirates facing off.  The Morgan was pleased with his daughter behaving so coolly with another woman vying for Capt. John’s favors.  What would be the next move he wondered.