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The Pirate's Bride (thewriteaffair entrant); (WATTY AWARDS 2012 WINNER; A WATTPAD READING LIST CHOICE)


        “I’m sorry, Captain, for my part in this subterfuge.”

            It was evening of the same day, the day Sophie had her ship, her crew, and her captaincy removed from her command.

The Jade Princessdropped anchor for the night somewhere at the entrance to the Gulf of Mexico after a rather lethargic sail. The captain had not seemed to be in any hurry, nor had he sought out her company. She had been left to her own devices, and she’d spent most of her time on the quarterdeck, watching where they’d gone.

            Turning now at the sound of his voice, Sophie leaned back casually on the rail to face Limey. He stood maybe ten feet away from her in the dim light of the deck lanterns. She met his shadowed gaze with a challenging one of her own, not easily able to forgive him his part in the beaching of her ship and crew.

But his tortured expression tugged at her. She glanced sideways out to the moonlit sea, turning her profile to him as she replied with a question.

 “Would you do things differently if you had it to do over?” She held her breath.

            An uncomfortable silence. She turned her face squarely toward him, letting the moon illuminate her watchful expression.

 Limey didn’t flinch, even as he replied lowly, “No. I believe this is the best way to protect you, and that is what I swore to do a year ago: protect you. That does not mean I approve of how it was executed. I would have preferred to discuss it openly with you, Captain. But it was not my call. I cannot guard you with my life if I am thrown in the brig for insubordination.”

            Oh, mon Dieu, how had she ever managed to end up with such a champion, a person who would lay down his very life for her? She’d been truly blessed, and knew instinctively that how she responded in the next few minutes would show Limey exactly how much she valued his fealty.

            Taking two hesitant steps forward, placing herself closer in the moonlight where her former first mate stood, she looked up into his worried face and said softly, “Then I accept your apology, Limey. If you feel this is the right thing to do, then I will abide by the decision. You have never steered me wrong. I will swallow my pride and be thankful I have you, and McFarlane, and Cook on board to help keep me safe.”

She hazarded a smile, tilted her head back to gaze into his face. Anxiously awaited his response. With his features half obscured in shadow, she was hard put to discern how he felt, but she sensed his eyes on her, knew when he took a half-step toward her. She even allowed herself a moment of self-pity by meeting him halfway, moving into his hesitant embrace.

            He was so solid. So warm, so dependable. Just the feel of his arms around her eased her discomfiture over the entire situation. He smelled of sea salt and tar, and that unique scent she associated with just Limey. It invited her to burrow deep into his body, to lay her cheek against his chest and to feel the scratchy wool vest he wore over his loose shirt against her face as she closed her eyes.

            At last tilting her head out from under her first mate’s jaw and looking up into his face so close above hers, she began, “Oh, Limey, this is all such a terrible mess. I wish sometimes--”

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Johnny Deppas Andre Dubois
Rachel Weisz (from The Mummy)as Sophie Bellard Dubois
Hector Elizondo (portly)as Pedro de Gallo
Leonardo DiCaprio (from Titanic)as Limey
Keith Richardsas Louis Dubois

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