Skye stood at the prow on the ship, eyes closed as she felt the spray of the sea on her face.
Jack's face swam before her eyes. His funny walk, his ever present bottle of rum, his hat, his dark eyes that had always shone mysteriously when they looked at her…his lips on hers. His arms around and his hands on her face.
"Oh Jack," she breathed. "What shall I do with you?" She covered her face with her hands and shuddered.
She had first met Jack when she was seventeen and sailing on her Father's ships. He had sought to gain one of her ships while she was on it and he had failed miserably. But he had caught Skye's eye. She had found him two weeks later on Tortuga. Three months after they had met, he had kissed her…deeply, for the first time. Skye thought she had died when he had kissed her. The world had spun around and smashed into a million bright lights. Through the following years, he had often popped up unexpectedly and such had a hot, notorious affair that neither of them had been able to let go of.
And now he was gone.
"Governor Swann? Governor Swann!"
Governor Swann looked up as his office door burst open. "What in the world…"
"There's a lady…"
"Out of my way, fool! I can announce myself! Shaun!"
Governor Swann's mild blue eyes widened as large hands grabbed the footman and jerked him out of the way.
A dazzling beautiful lady swept into the room, dressed in emerald green and deep purple velvet. Her black hair was swept up into a loose chignon and emerald and amethysts dripped from her neck, wrists, and ears. "Governor Swann?"
"Yes?" he stood.
"I am Lady Skye de Masco."
