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The wind whipped wildly, tearing at the sails, as the waves beat against the sides of the Fighting Spur, rocking the ship violently. Great waves rose up over the prow of the ship and crashed down, sending tides of white foam across the deck, causing the crew to slip and fall repeatedly as they fought to keep the ship under control. The squall had lasted an hour already, and the men were getting tired. Heavy squalls could blow up fast at sea, could last what seemed hours, and then end as abruptly as they came. When this vicious squall finally blew itself out, leaving an open night sky, the sailors were relieved. The sea slowly calmed, allowing the ship to sail smoothly and safely into port. As soon as the Fighting Spur anchored, the captain released the crew, allowing them to go ashore and enjoy the pleasures of the sinful Island of Tortuga. The lights of the town enticed them, energized them, and they eagerly filled the longboats. Tortuga never slept. The men would find food, drink, and women aplenty.
But the captain did not join his crew in their licentiousness. He had other concerns and another destination drawing him as surely as the needle of his compass sought north.
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“He is my protector, designated to me by my father, and he will remain by my side for as long as he wishes to be. Forgive me, but becoming your wife isn’t official as of yet until I speak with my father about the matter. So please, do not try to change what you do not have any control over. Now, if you will excuse us, we have somewhere else we need to be.” Miranda moved toward Davy and pushed him to the door.
“Where is your father? I wish to get my answer from him soon.” Miranda faced Lord Hammil, trying to think up a good lie to tell him.
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