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    “Keara! Find Miranda and
meet me up at the house!” Cassandra shouted from the beach.
    “What is it?” Keara shouted
back, pulling the seining net along the shallows in the evening sun.
    “I’ve word of Ivory! She’s
alive!”
    Keara Shepard dropped the
net into the water. She ran through the surf and up the beach, through the
tents and into the camp, searching for Miranda. She called out to her over and
over again, when a young boy asked, “Ye lookin’ fer Miranda?”
    “Why no, boy, whatever gave
you that idea?” Keara asked, leaning over him with her hands on her hips. Her
skirt was still tied up at her waist, and at only five feet tall in her bare
feet she barely stood an inch taller than the lad.
    “Follow me, ma’am,” the boy
said as he dashed off towards the center of the colony, leading Keara among the
dilapidated structures towards the pub. “She’s in there,” he said, pointing his
thumb at the open doors.
    Keara wiped the sand from
her bare feet on the doorstep and walked inside. She looked around, but Miranda
was nowhere to be seen. She untied her skirt and shook it loose, fussed at her
hair a bit, and walked up to the bartender.
    “Miranda?”
    The bartender looked over
his shoulder and up the stairs, raising an eyebrow.
    “I should have known,” Keara
sighed, heading for the steps.
    “I should warn ye, lass,
they’ve only been up there fer a few minutes. She’s not gonna be happy to be
dragged out from under ‘im so soon!” the bartender shouted, causing the patrons
to erupt in laughter. Keara shook her head and, with a stomp, she raced up the
stairs and down the hall to Miranda’s favorite room and knocked on the door.
    “Miranda, can you come out
here, please?”
    “She’s not here!” shot back
the familiar voice of Tommy Boston, the carpenter on her sloop.
    “Miranda, could you come to
the door, please…just for a moment. And Tommy, need I remind you to whom you
are speaking?”
      “Sorry, Master Shepard…but…we’re kinda... I’m
sure…you…understand…” he panted.   Keara
could hear the moans and sighs of Miranda, as well as the banging bed.
    “That does it,” Keara
mumbled, pulling her pocket pistol from the waist of her skirt, firing at the
lock, and then kicking the door wide open with a second bang.
    “Dammit, Keara! You could
have killed him!
    “Well, I didn’t.   Now let’s go,” she said, waving the pistol
towards the door.
    “We only needed a
few…more…minutes,” Miranda shouted, as Tommy continued on his way to his
destination, his bare derriere smiling up at Keara.
    “Oh, for the love a’
Christ!   Can you just get it over with
already, Tommy? I suppose he had something to tell you, aye?” Keara said,
turning her back to the spectacle.
    Just then, Tommy let out a
noise that sounded something like a dog that just had his paw stepped on.   He fell atop Miranda, sweating and panting
like an injured pup.
    “Okay, Miranda let’s go.”
    “Well, can you help me
here?” Miranda cried out and laughed, pointing to the rather muscular and tan
slab of sweaty, male flesh now plastered against her naked body. Keara stomped
to the side of the bed, and with a roundhouse slap on his fine pirate ass,
brought Tommy back to his senses and to his feet all in one whack.
    “Whatcha do that for?” he
whined, covering his still happy man parts with his hands and turning his back.
Miranda roared with laughter at the sight of Keara’s tiny hand print rising on
Tommy’s right ass cheek.
    “Now you’re modest. Come on,
woman, get dressed. Cass has word of Ivory. She’s alive.”
    “Well, why didn’t you say so
in the first place? And by the way, he did have a few things to tell me.
However some things I keep to myself!” Miranda yelled, scrambling into her
clothes and tossing Tommy his as she sorted through the garment heap on the
floor.
    “Come on. You can pick this
up later, after we find out what Cass knows, and what we’re going to do