Mary smiled back and ducked her head a bit shyly.  My,my, was this a pretty one... but men didn't like to be called pretty, she forced her thoughts back straight.  "M' name's Mar-, Martin Nash.  Call me Marty.  I just drifted into the harbor tonight.  Literally.  I was on a fishing boat, dismasted by a storm and blown who knows how far south.  My port of origin was Norfolk, up in the Virginia Colony."<br/><br/>An honest sailor, here?  Not bloody likely, and he looked dangerous.  That just added to his attraction, a girl needed a protector in places like this.<em>Watch it</em>, she warned herself,<em>God knows how he might react if I slip up.</em>When she slipped up, she had never tried to keep up this charade for long.  She'd worry about it when it happened.