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“Oh I am not obligated to believe your tall tale Thomas,” Antonia laughed softly, “Though I do nonetheless.”

“And you are right, ‘tis truly worthy of a song indeed, and I just happen to have the very one – though I pray you enjoy my lyrical liberties… “ The rogue reached up to take that handsome face lovingly in both her hands, smiling as she searched those matchless copper eyes. And she sent up a small prayer to all the fickle gods of the seas and stars that somehow, by some strange, undeserved grace, all their misadventures still brought the roguish spider and the pirate captain together for this one precious moment.

Antonia’s warm Cajun accent voice over the balmy waters, spiced with laughter and sweet affection in equal parts, though one dark eyebrow still arched mischievously above those laughing grey eyes.

“Come all you gallant seamen bold,
All you that march to drum,
Let's go and look for Capt'ns Lightfoot
Far on the seas they roam.
They are the grandest pirates
That ever you did hear,
Father and son, such scoundrels not found
For above this hundred year.”

The rogue spun away, taking Thomas’ hand in his as she danced in the surf, lifting his arm to twirl beneath. Of course she believed his story, every last word. Nothing and no one less extraordinary could have formed the man she loved – either infamous pirate father or legendary monster of the sea.

“Ships a'sailing from the east
And going to the west,
Loaded with gold and silver
And jeweled treasures all the best;
Aye, meeting there with Elder Lightfoot,
'Twas all a bad meeting;
His tamed pet kraken robbed their wealth,
And Lightfoot bid them tell their king.”

Antonia flitted nimbly behind Thomas once more, though this time her fingertips luxuriously ran the length of his muscular back. She bit her lip softly, a small, contented moan escaping her throat. “Have you ever stopped to consider Thomas,” she purred, “how it seems your love of silver brings you both endless trouble and unexpected wonder? From Neptune’s silver to the silver in your pocket… “

The rogue chuckled warmly, shrugging her shapely shoulders. “Ah well, consider while I serenade you dearest Silverfish – my song is not quite done!”

“Years on Port Royal's Gov'nor sent a ship of ignoble fame,
She's call'd the Crimson Feather
If you would have her name;
She was as shoddily provided for
As any ship can be,
Full hundred scurvy dogs on board
To bear her company.”

Antonia waded back about Thomas, the gentle fingers of one hand tracing a warm, soft trail over his wide shoulders to his chest. God above, but he was beautiful.

“'Twas the Dusk Skate that was met in morn,
The doomed Feather dared to fight,
And so they did continue there
Till well into the night;
Fight on, fight on, says Younger Lightfoot
This sport well pleases me,
For when you know my father's kraken,
Your master I will be.”

The rogue’s arms flung wide to the open sea her pirate captain loved so dearly, her head leaning back, she belted out the last stanza to the very heavens above.

“O then the Feather, she fired
She fired in vain.
Till six and thirty of her men
All on the deck were slain;
Go home, go home, says Capt'n Lightfoot
And tell the Gov'nor for me,
Though he reigns all in scant Port Royal,
Lightfoots reign kings on the sea.”

Antonia whirled about and launched herself at Thomas, wrapping both her arms around those powerful shoulders, her fingers clasped behind his neck. “A proper tribute I pray, a song of sorts fit for father, son and kraken. But I am afraid there is precious little in my poor song, to laud the fishermen who fetched the intrepid young Thomas; or Goro who secured the monster in ink for you, all the rest of your days. So here beneath our fortunate stars, I will make a promise to honor them all.”

She let the water buoy her upward, easily pulling her body to rest the length of her lovely man, only the meager, soaked linen of her chemise between them. Her full lips rested against the delicate skin of the curve his ear to whisper. ”Tonight, you keep what you catch.”

Antonia’s wide grin flashed bright enough to rival the silver moon above as the agile rogue twisted away from Thomas, diving into that warm Jamaican surf to disappear beneath the whispering waves.

((Antonia’s song is shamelessly borrowed and twisted all about from “Ward the Pirate” http://www.contemplator.com/sea/ward.html ))

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