Chapter Six
“Ship out with me, Rebecca,” said the Captain evenly as we dressed. “I’ve a good ship and a loyal crew—capable wenches of similar disposition.” Her green eyes, cool and purposely distant, almost smiled at me from under her elegantly arched, smoky red brows. Yet despite the lightness of her tone, I fancied I sensed an unacknowledged earnestness beneath. “I’m bored with Africa,” she continued airily, “but the Spaniards—the greedy male fools—are filthy with booty from the New World. Let us cross the Atlantic. We can raid the Spanish Main, Rebecca; take gold, silver, and all manner of treasure. There we can live like queens…”
I bit my lip, not sure of what to say. The realization that she still wanted me made me feel warm inside. Though her lovemaking had been so wondrous, in the
