Adelaide was surprised. The man she had just untied seemed less than happy to see her. Which did not follow because it should have been obvious that she was there to keep him from drowning. Of course that meant being taken as her prisoner and questioned under threat of great pain, but at least he wouldn’t be dead. And that was the sort of thing a person would normally be thankful for.<br/><br/>But what could she expect? He was English, and by virtue of his heritage must have also been a thief and a liar. She was quite certain he thought the same of her. There was, though, one thing that caught her interest about what he said.<br/><br/>For the time, she did not speak of it. Not while she was standing there with water soaking her pants to her legs and threatening to soak through her blouse very soon as well. They did not have time for banter. “Actually.” Adelaide bit back in sharp tones. “You are my prisoner. That’s the general etiquette when a ship takes another ship. As far as who sent me, well you can question the captain about that once I’ve saved your life. And perhaps you’ll find it in your heart to muster up a little gratitude.”<br/><br/>From the very moment he opened his mouth, Adelaide knew that she hated him. And not because of anything he said, but because of the very posh English accent that carried his words. It was in her blood to hate him, it was how she had been raised. With fire and revolution in her head, and it was taking a great deal of her restraint to keep from blackening the man’s eye based solely on his country of origin.<br/><br/>She did, however, desist in holding him at sword point. “March, sir, before this whole vessel goes down around us and you end up at the bottom of the sea anyway.” Her brows lifted and she pointed her chin towards the open cell door. “And if your lingering takes my life as well then I swear I shall haunt you in hell for all of eternity.” Moving finally, she pushed him forward as the ship lurched and water spilled over itself into the room.<br/><br/>………..<br/><br/>Garret stood on the deck, watching the men surrender. He was well aware that the vast majority of them hated their captors. The others were probably too green to be anything but scared. As his eyes travelled over the group, he felt a stirring of sympathy. They couldn’t let these men drown, Adelaide would never forgive herself for it. That was the trouble sometimes of a woman captain, she could be so soft hearted.<br/><br/>“Gentlemen.” Garrett barked out to his own crew. “Gather the weapons from this lot and bring them back to the ship. We’ve a detour to make in England.” He stopped talking and leveled his gaze on Spinster. “I trust there’ll be no trouble about it?