“Shh” Catherine hissed to Mary, cocking her head on one side.”There’s someone on deck!”<br/><br/>She’d heard voices and a clattering as if something was being lifted on board followed by a single crack as Sailors boots hitting the deck broke the gentle but eerie creaking of the timbers. It was as though the new arrival was soaking up the atmosphere, perhaps they were new to the sea or more likely an old sea dog returning after a long spell on shore. Steps clicked noisily across the deck and then all was still. Catherine held her breath, even the ship befell silent on the turning tide.<br/><br/>Hanging by chains in the Captain's cabin Catherine imagined, with both dread and excitement, that perhaps the crew was returning, no doubt drunk and boisterous. Perhaps it was the rogue that had already molested her, returning to finish what he started. She glanced down at her torn dress and firm youthful breasts, realising the temptation they presented and once again strained her ears for signs of life above.<br/>