The pirate’s hand stung against her soft cheek . Jade took the mug that was thrust in her hand and gulped back the tangy, but cool lemonade. She was so thirsty that she nearly drained the cup before she registered the heady rum that liberally laced the refreshing beverage. Her head spun and she blinked her eyes but finished her drink. She covered her mouth with her fingertips as she belched softly,<br/><br/>“Masser, sir, are you trying to get me drunk? I think you have quite succeeded.” Jade smiled crookedly at him. This was the second day that she had had little too eat and little to drink so that the liquid filled a whole in her belly with a pleasant, warming fire. She hiccupped.<br/><br/>“Perhaps, I should have sipped it slowly.” She said slowly as if savoring the words. She blinked again like a myopic owl. When she swayed and nearly toppled over, she grabbed for the voluminous fabric of the pirate’s white sleeve. Once she was steady, she said,<br/><br/>“Sorry, Masser, sir.” She peered closely at the man’s shirt sleeve. “I didn’t get your shirt dirty did I?” she brushed at nonexistent dirt.  She leaned closer to him, her soft breast pressed against his buttons.<br/><br/>“That man got blood on my dress and bloody dresses are nasty. I want to change my clothes. I want to take a bath.”<br/><br/>With that, she went to the fountain and stripped off her soiled blouse and skirt, leaving them in a heap around her feet. She dipped her hand in the bubbling water and began to dowse her neck. Closing her eyes, she let the water trickle between her breasts and the cooler air felt marvelous. Suddenly , her stomach started churning and her head felt as if it detached from her body. Jade grabbed for the bowl of the fountain but missed, stumbling to her knees.