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crew. Once her men were all cared for, she scanned the room. The moment her gaze landed on him, he felt that the tide itself was about to overtake him and suddenly the rum lost its hold on him.
    “Captain O'Shea, fancy meeting you here!” she called out loud enough to cut through even the most committed drunk's stupor.
    “Captain O'Malley, only a hurricane could match the devastation you leave in your wake,” he grumbled as she took a seat across the table from him.
    “I see rum still has a pleasant affect upon your humor, Liam,” she returned quietly.
    “Tis not the rum, but your flagrant lack of discretion, I thought this was to be a clandestine meeting.”
    “Clandestine in that no one was to know we intended to meet, O'Shea. Do you really think we could rendezvous without anyone noticing?”
    “Unlikely.”
    “Better to give the wagging tongues a story we'd like them to tell, than let them give into their own conjectures.”
    “Aye, true enough,” he sighed in resigned exasperation.
    “What news from St. Kitts?” she asked.
    “You have many friends in St. Kitts, but a certain tavern keeper was the most helpful by far. His daughter's keen ears picked up some delightful tidbits.”
    A serving wench came to the table to offer a refill of their drinks. Once she had passed out of earshot, he continued.
    “It would seem that one of the lady's galleymen, her best cook in fact, over-indulged in drink while they were in port on Hispaniola. He was passed out in the arms of a plump little wench when Captain Shireland took her leave and set sail. Unfortunately, the fare aboard the Whore has been sorely lacking in his absence.”
    “That could be advantageous to our plans, indeed. I will have to honor my friendship with the worthy tavern master and his daughter.”
    “More advantageous than you may suppose, milady.”
    “How so, O'Shea?”
    Liam gestured to one of his men a couple of tables away. The man got up and left the tavern.
    “I may have just the crewman to insert into the vacancy aboard the Ocean’s Whore ,” he smiled slyly. “My man went to get our possible spy. What other news have you, while we wait for their return?”
    “Nassau was abuzz with news of recent British Naval successes. The new Commodore from London is wasting no time in ridding the Caribbean of the pirate scourge, they say. In the last fortnight they managed to capture three of the Brethren ships. Captains Kidd, Rackham, and Bonnet are all awaiting the gallows.”
    “Damn the Royal Navy! Do they dare to think they rule the wild seas?”
    “I know of a certain captain that would like to think she could. It seems that she entertained each of the recently captured Captains for an intimate dinner aboard the Ocean’s Whore not long before their fates were sealed.”
    “Entertained, you say? I just wager she did,” Liam seethed, an unexpected rage boiling just below the surface.
    “I have it on good authority that she intends to put in at Port Royal before another fortnight passes.” She intended to continue, but Liam's man returned with a skinny scrap of a boy in tow.
    “You can't be serious, O'Shea,” she hissed. “You propose to put this waif aboard with Captain Cutlass Lizzie? She'd cut him to ribbons and eat the pieces for dinner.”
    The poor lad winced and looked up at the escort to see if what she said could possibly be true, but the burly sailor just shoved him onto the seat next to Captain O'Shea. Liam dismissed the man and waited until he was gone before he continued.
    “Not all is as it appears, Grace,” he said softly. He turned to the youth seated next to him and said, “Go ahead, show her. You're safe here.”
    The lad cleaned the grime that had been obscuring the softness of facial features. Then the cap was removed, allowing soft brown curls to tumble free. With a few slight adjustments made under the loose fitting linen shirt, soft young breasts were unbound. Grace sat in stunned amazement as she realized it