A/N - Back when Wade & Sheamus posted all those IG pics from the Gasparilla festival & my muses went bananas, I had two little piratey sparks of an idea about those burly bearded chaps.

One became Gasparilla, a roleplaying smut interlude in the Beardy & Burly series, but I still couldn't quite shake the thoughts of the fearsome Redbeard, scourge of the seven seas...hope you enjoy.

I've tagged as Shearrett for now, but other relationship tags will be added as the story progresses.

Endless thanks to bingbinghua & gatesvengeance-x on tumblr for their encouragement.


"Da!"

Becky waved frantically as she drew nearer to the bottom of the gangway. Her father leaned over the railing and waved back, delighted to see his daughter again after the rough weeks voyage. He rolled his eyes fondly at her lack of airs and graces, then sighed, a little less fondly as he noticed her reduced escort.

"Where's that brother of yours at?"

"Don't know, Da. He said he was coming to the ship directly. He must have been waylaid again. Don't worry though, Johnny never left my side."

Her father knew that was unlikely to be entirely true. He was sure that Johnny would have snuck away for kiss or two from his Tilly before they had left Mistress Nattie's house, but he was a soft hearted man for all his outward bluster and knew that his crewman fancied himself in love with the young doxy so he would let the lie slide.

Ever mindful of his duties, and as a testament to his life before, Johnny offered Becky a steadying hand as she stepped from the dockside onto the gangplank. It wasn't enough however to stop her from stumbling, her attention elsewhere, distracted by someone already aboard the Warrior, hand still raised mid-wave as she splashed into the water.

Time froze for Sheamus as his daughter floundered and disappeared under the surface. Rather unusually, she was a naturally strong swimmer with more experience than most of being dunked in the sea, though not usually as she was this time in women's garb, decked out in petticoats and ribbons for her sojourn ashore.

Another splash caught his attention, his eyes flashing to the dockside. Johnny was still stood there, ready to dive in himself after setting down Becky's boxes and bags. Who then had leapt in to rescue his daughter?

He rushed to the lower deck, fighting his way through the commotion in time to witness a dark headed man breaking the water, his precious daughter's red curls swirling around him.

The unknown man heaved himself onto the wooden dock and with slow, careful movements, raised himself to his full height and with utmost care, carried the sodden bundle of fabric that was the captain's daughter up the gangway and onto the ship.

Sheamus stepped forward, readying himself to receive Becky from her rescuer. The dark haired man paused in front of him, water pooling on the deck at his feet, the captain recognising him as one of the new men who had joined the crew, though his name still escaped him.

"I'll take her from here."

"Begging your pardon, Captain O'Shaunessy, but I'm already wet through. If you show me where to go, I can carry the young lady, save you from getting a drenching too."

Seeing the sense in the man's suggestion, Sheamus nodded curtly and led the way, not to Becky's cabin, but his own.

"You may lay her down on my bed there, Mister…"

"Barrett, Wade Barrett."

"Thank you, Mister Barrett. I can see to Miss O'Shaunessy from here."

Barrett bobbed his head in an aborted bow.

"Captain. Miss."

"Thank you Mister Barrett."

At the sound of Becky's voice, Sheamus's head snapped round, giving her his full attention. Noticing a wince as she stretched her leg, he called over his shoulder to the retreating Barrett.

"Mister Barrett, send in Mister Cassady will you please?"

As the door closed behind the departing Barrett, Sheamus crossed to the bed, sitting alongside his daughter and wrapping her in a tight embrace.

"Da! Da! You're crushing me!"

Becky squirmed in her father's arms.

"Maybe I need to hold on tighter, save you from getting yourself into mischief...what happened to you, lass? I've never seen you lose your footing like that before."

The girl's gaze dropped, suddenly fixated with a loose thread on her soaked bodice.

"Dunno Da. I wasn't paying attention...my foot slipped. That's all."

"Weren't paying attention, or your attention was elsewhere?"

A flush of rosy pink washed over Becky's cheeks, providing the captain with all the confirmation he required.

Sighing inwardly, he gave the girl another tight squeeze. He had known this day would come eventually, that sooner or later he would have to face the fact that his little girl was grown up. After all, at nineteen, had her path been different, had her mother lived, Becky would most likely already be a mother herself by now.

It would be just his luck for her to set her cap at one of his men, and just before they were about to set out for what could be weeks at sea. This didn't sit easily with him. The Warrior was not so large as to keep Becky and Mister Barrett apart, but it was large enough to provide plenty of nooks and crannies where an enterprising swain could divest a young maid of her virtue.

A sharp rap at the door interrupted his thoughts. He stood and walked across to open it, revealing the closest thing they had to a ship's surgeon on the other side.

"You sent for me Cap'n? Is Becky hurt?"

"I'm fine Cass...Da, I just need to get into some dry clothes."

She attempted to rise but was stilled by a glance from Sheamus.

"Come in Cass. Take a look at her right leg will you please? She seems to have injured it."

"But Da…"

Ignoring her protestations, Sheamus signalled to Cass to proceed. The tall man crossed to his reluctant patient and with great care, sat at the end of the bed drawing her foot onto his lap and laying his broad hands against her stocking clad ankle, tentatively feeling for any damage as she pouted at her father.

"Seems fine to me Cap'n, just a little banged up that's all, but she is best to get out of those wet fripperies before she catches a chill."

"Thank you Cass. See Da, I'm fine! Just a little drenched. Can I go to my own cabin now?"

With a faint smile of relief her father nodded.

"Go on lass, get changed and settled. Cass will help you stow your things and then I want you out on deck to take some air."

"Enzo is already helping Johnny with the boxes Cap'n. We'll have Miss Becky here out warming in the sunshine in no time at all."

"Good work Cass…any sign of that demon of a son of mine yet?"

"Not before you called for me Cap'n...shall I send a few of the men out?"

"Leave it a little while yet, I'll let you know if it's necessary. I swear, that lad will be the end of me."

"Don't worry, Da. He'll be fine."

"It's not your brother I'm worried about my sweet, it's the rest of the town. Now go. Dry clothes. Go."

With that, he guided his daughter and Cass out of his cabin, closing the door behind them. His head fell forward against the smooth planking as he sighed deeply, his children at the forefront of his thoughts.

Peeling himself away from the door, he made his way to the chart table by the window, staring at the papers spread out there, seeing nothing as he dwelt on his daughter's newfound admiration one of his men. He knew nothing of Mister Barrett, save that he was a handsome enough fellow; Sheamus could understand why his precious lass may have been struck by his charms. At least they would have bonny babies. He would still have to speak with Alexander, see what he discovered of the man when he signed him up for the crew, before he permitted any sort of courting.

Deciding there was no time like the present he pushed himself up from the table and headed for the door.

It opened as he reached for the latch, but not of it's own accord. A young man blocked his way, lounging against the frame and grinning devilishly as he greeted the captain.

"Hello Da."