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Final chapter today...
Boom!
Jack lit the second barrel, running for cover as it exploded before following Will and the others down the narrow track. The crew caught up with them quickly and he was relieved to see that apart from a few injuries nobody was missing.
"Let me take 'er now!" he ordered, gently taking Catherine from Jean Claude as they walked along in near darkness. Her eyes flickered open, woken by the movement.
"Jack..." she muttered.
"Ssshh!" he whispered. "We're still close to the town." He shifted her in his arms, getting a more comfortable grip, aware that even this hurt her. "Sorry luv," he apologised. "But we've a long walk!" She snuggled against him and he was glad she was so small else she would have been impossible to carry back to the Black Pearl. Several other crew members offered to take a turn carrying her on the journey back, but he refused, savouring the warm feel of her against him as she slept.
"Jack?" Catherine spoke quietly up at him, her voice barely a whisper. They had walked for about an hour and although she had slept for some of the time, the agony of her leg had woken her.
"Yer can talk now luv," he smiled. "We're clear of th' town..."
She smiled up at him, turning to kiss him on the chest. "Thank you..."
"Hey, I couldn't leave you, could I? But we'll talk when we get back to the Pearl, okay? We've still got another hour or more walk ahead of us..." He kissed her head. "Anyway, who'd do m' washin' if yer weren't on board?"
"Louse!" she hissed, laughing up at him.
Jack smiled at her laugh, squeezing her gently. "It's good t' have yer back luv. Have another sleep, I'll make certain yer are awake fer th' crew meetin'."
She snuggled against his chest again, but sleep would not come. Her leg had slipped in the splints and she knew it would need setting again. It hurt terribly, despite Jack's best efforts at finding the smoothest part of the path in the dim light of the lanterns, and she was relieved when they eventually reached the top of the slope.
Jean Claude looked at Jack worriedly. "How are we going to get her down?" he frowned for there was no way they could swim back from the next cove like he had done with James the donkey.
"We'll have t' rig a line from here to th' beach," Jack suggested. "Slide 'er down in th' bosun's chair?"
Jean Claude shrugged. "Could work," he said quietly. "I'll go see to it..." He scrambled down the sheer slope with the rest of the crew, leaving Jack and Catherine alone at the top.
Jack found a boulder to sit on and eased Catherine down onto his lap. "Now we're alone we can talk," he smiled. "How yer been?"
"Scared," she admitted. "I'm glad you came..."
"Yer know I'd have been there - one way or another," he assured her as he kissed her on the nose.
"I'm glad it didn't come to that," she admitted, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm not very brave Jack."
"Yer braver than yer think luv," he smiled, surprised at how tightly she hugged him. He hugged her back, stroking her hair when he felt her tears through his shirt. "Ssshh," he whispered. "Yer safe now, I promise."
They were still hugging when Jean Claude returned, scrambling onto the path. He coughed. "Captain," he said quietly, unwilling to disturb the scene that met his eyes but knowing that he must for the rest of the rigging crew were just a few yards behind him.
Jack looked up reluctantly. "Eh?"
"We're ready to rig the line down to the beach," Jean Claude informed him, "and Oran is waiting by a boat to row Kitty out to the Pearl..."
"Thank you Jean Claude," Catherine smiled, her face showing evidence of fresh tears but he ignored them. It was unsurprising considering all that she had been through in just under a week.
Catherine watched as more crew appeared, hanging lanterns in the trees to light their work better as they ran ropes up from the beach, through pulleys and back again. Rigging was a specialist job and the riggers on the Black Pearl were very good. Within a very short time Jean Claude bowed before her. "Your bosun's chair awaits Madame," he grinned, helping Jack sit Catherine carefully on the seat.
She gripped the ropes tightly, fearful of slipping but they eased her out gently over the drop, slowing her descent with the various pulleys that they had set up. Oran stood at the bottom of the line, waiting to catch her when she reached the beach.
"Got you!" he smiled, helping her out of the bosun's chair and hugging her delightedly. He kissed her on the top of the head as she leaned against him, wobbling on her good leg. "Good to have you back Kitty!" he grinned.
"Oi!" Jack shouted as he climbed carefully down the slope. "I saw that!"
"Saw what Captain?" Oran replied innocently, winking at Catherine.
"Stop kissin' m' wife!" Jack complained. Oran kissed her on top of her head again. "Booth!" Jack barked.
"Yes Captain! Sorry Captain! Won't happen again Captain," Oran laughed unrepentantly as Jack stalked across the beach towards them. The riggers had dismantled their ropes quickly and were already rowing back to the Black Pearl to get the bosun's chair ready to lift Catherine on board.
Jack and Oran helped her into the boat, rowing out to the waiting ship. In what seemed like only a few moments to her, Catherine found herself wobbling on the deck of the Black Pearl. "Thank you," she smiled at the crew as they all tried to greet her at once.
"Back all of yer!" Jack shouted. "At least let's get her leg fixed b'fore yer maul her t' death!" He looked around the crew. "Cotton! My cabin, now!"
Jack picked her up and carried her through to the main cabin, surprised to see a steaming bowl of water and fresh bandages already waiting for them. Cotton followed only a few steps behind, grinning delightedly at seeing her safe. He mimed washing and Jack nodded, picking her up and carrying her through to their bunk. He pulled the drapes across the doors and windows as he gently eased her out of her clothes. Drawing his knife, he went to cut the slipped bindings on the splint.
"No!" Catherine put her hand out to stop him. "Untie them... please."
"But they're just rags luv," he frowned. "Yer'd have thought they would have at least given yer proper bandages."
"Please," she begged. Jack looked up at her in shock. "Those aren't rags... they are torn from the shirts of the two Johns..."
"Gibson an' Mallory," he sighed. "So that is why they were shirtless..." He untied the knots and carefully placed the dirty strips of fabric on the side, knowing that she would keep them in memory of her friends.
"How did you..." she began to ask, but Jack held up his hand, forestalling her.
"Let's get yer cleaned up an' yer leg set an' then we'll hold a crew meetin' luv - okay?" he suggested. "All th' news can wait 'til then."
Once she was naked he wrapped her in a sheet and carried her back out to where Cotton was waiting with fresh splints and clean bandages. He gently washed her lower leg, offering her a bottle of rum. Catherine shook her head, nearly fainting with the pain as he straightened it again. Cotton quickly placed the splints to either side of her leg, nodding to Jack to hold them whilst he firmly immobilised her leg with the bandages. He gave a thumbs up to Jack before he mimed carrying her.
"I understand," Jack smiled. "No walking fer how long?"
Cotton mimed back two days before miming walking with crutches. Although she could be hobbling immediately, it would not be safe for her to do so without some support - and they had to be made first. It was going to be at least a month or more before the crutches could be replaced by a cane or such and possibly up to three months before she could walk on it unaided. Catherine was going to be hobbling for quite some time.
"Ah, yer gonna see Horton an' get 'em made?" Jack asked and Cotton nodded, as he rose to leave. "Tell th' crew we'll be out when Kitty's washed an' dressed," Jack ordered, clicking the lock as he shut the doors. "Now luv," he smiled as he turned back towards her, "let's get yer cleaned up."
Jack's mood gradually darkened as he sponged his wife clean, revealing the cuts and bruises that she had received during her capture. He gently washed her hair free of the dried blood that had turned it into a matted mess. Gently he examined the cut that she had received from the rifle which, although deep, was at least healing. He held his tongue though and continued his ministrations until she was clean and, eventually, dry. Spense would pay for her injuries.
"I think a dress would be easier to manage with yer leg luv," he suggested as he rummaged in one of her clothes chests. His hand fell on one of the dresses that Jean Claude had purchased for her - a soft green cotton with a pretty embroidered bodice which would not be too heavy or too hot for her. He quickly found one of her soft undershifts and various undergarments before returning and helping her dress. When he was sure she was ready he picked her up and carried her out onto the deck.
"Okay yer lazy swabs!" he shouted. "Crew meetin' now!"
Catherine looked at Jack in surprise when she saw Will, Elizabeth and the three children on board - and the donkey. "What?" she gasped as Richael and Eilis ran to greet her. They hugged her delightedly before being chased back to Elizabeth by Jack.
"Shoo!" Jack waved his hands at them. "They're refugees luv, fleein' th' tyranny of th' Governor," he winked. "Includin' th' donkey!" He turned back to the crew, spotting Lonan. "Okay, everybody here knows some of what happened but not all so shut up an' listen. Kree - yer can start."
"Well Captain, you saw us leave. We were just outside of Will's house when the marines surrounded us. When they called us pirates we knew it was time to leave, but there were just too many of them. Kitty went for one and told me to run - so I did."
"Then what Kitty?" Jack asked gently.
"The only ones that could tell you what happened next are dead," she sighed. "All I remember is Gibbs shouting a warning and then waking up in the cells hurting like hell."
"The marines forced their way through our house," Will interrupted. "They came on them from behind..."
Catherine nodded. "Well, next thing Spense is strutting before us, boasting how he was going to hang us because we broke the accord. He claimed we had attacked an English ship." Outraged muttering greeted this statement. "I think he knew that the town would object to the hangings, so he hanged Gibbs..." her voice quivered but she continued. "He hanged Gibbs and the crew at dusk." She shut her eyes, remembering, for several moments unable to talk. "He made me watch..." She bit her lip but continued. "Spense wanted them to beg, but John - John Mallory that is, told him to drop dead." She smiled in remembrance. "They saluted me and then he hanged them." She look at Jack earnestly, a tear streaking down her face. "He's mine Jack - promise me that, please?"
Jack nodded. "Go on..."
She sniffed. "Then Norrington returned and he was very angry. He declared marshal law and sent the Governor from the Fort. He said the man that made the statement was French - Davit Lucon." She looked carefully at Jean Claude who quietly nodded at the name. "I don't want to say this, but I must..." she took a deep breath, steeling herself. "When I was in New Orleans looking for Jack, one of the crew of the Swallow raped and very nearly killed me - Arnaud Lucon who was this man's brother. Jean Claude hanged him for what he did. What Jean Claude doesn't know is that it is was Davit Lucon that betrayed the Swallow to us when she was careening."
Surprise flickered across his face. "I had wondered how you found us," he admitted.
"So, we have the possibility that this is Davit Lucon on his own, or with the Governor, after us. Davit could be after revenge on Jean Claude, or on us for not killing Jean Claude, or simply on me for being the cause of his brother's death..." Catherine shrugged.
Jack hugged Catherine tightly, knowing it had taken her a lot of courage to admit what had happened to her in New Orleans before the whole crew. "Well luv, the only things yer don't know is that we were probably something t' do with Norrington's temper. Spense had th' men displayed on Dead Man's Rock - so we cut them down an' gave them a decent burial. On our way back we met with th' Gauntlet an' put a good ten cannon balls in t' her."
"But how did you know they'd been hanged?" she puzzled.
"Will ran to th' cove an' told us what happened shortly after yer were taken," Jack said quietly. "Jean Claude an' Hallam went with him an' started planning last night's riot... an' then we came t' get yer." He looked up at the crew, raising his voice so he could be heard. "We have one last thing t' do today an' that is t' elect a new Quartermaster. I put forward Jean Claude as th' most experienced man fer th' post." He looked around the crew. "Hands or objections..."
"Gibbs said the two of you were the sneakiest pirate Captains in the Caribbean," she smiled warmly in memory as she raised her hand. "Jean Claude gets my vote... and heaven help the Navy with both of you onboard!"
Jack smiled as even Eilis raised her hand. "I'm a pirate too!" she declared defensively. Elizabeth smiled at her as the pirates laughed, realising she was going to have problems explaining the finer points of ownership and right versus wrong in later life.
"Then it is unanimous. Jean Claude will be Quartermaster as from t'day... although he can still share some galley duties with Kitty!" Jack paused. "But after t'night Norrington will be justified in namin' us all pirates - Will included! So we're gonna give 'em a little somethin' t' remember us by an' then head back t' Tortuga until Kitty is healed - savvy?"
"What are your orders Captain?" Oran asked.
"I think we'll just sail quietly into th' harbour, empty our port an' starboard cannons into th' Fort an' then head home... any objections?" He was not surprised that there were none and the only noise that was raised was in cheerful celebration of hitting back at those that had killed their friends and hurt Catherine. "Right, that's settled then!" Jack smiled. "Port Royal an' then Tortuga Booth!" He rose, picking up Catherine. "An' now I want some peace an' quiet with m' wife!" He could see that Elizabeth wanted to talk with Catherine, but he was determined to be with her alone. He shut and locked his cabin doors - Mistress Turner could wait.
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Final chapter today...
Boom!
Jack lit the second barrel, running for cover as it exploded before following Will and the others down the narrow track. The crew caught up with them quickly and he was relieved to see that apart from a few injuries nobody was missing.
"Let me take 'er now!" he ordered, gently taking Catherine from Jean Claude as they walked along in near darkness. Her eyes flickered open, woken by the movement.
"Jack..." she muttered.
"Ssshh!" he whispered. "We're still close to the town." He shifted her in his arms, getting a more comfortable grip, aware that even this hurt her. "Sorry luv," he apologised. "But we've a long walk!" She snuggled against him and he was glad she was so small else she would have been impossible to carry back to the Black Pearl. Several other crew members offered to take a turn carrying her on the journey back, but he refused, savouring the warm feel of her against him as she slept.
"Jack?" Catherine spoke quietly up at him, her voice barely a whisper. They had walked for about an hour and although she had slept for some of the time, the agony of her leg had woken her.
"Yer can talk now luv," he smiled. "We're clear of th' town..."
She smiled up at him, turning to kiss him on the chest. "Thank you..."
"Hey, I couldn't leave you, could I? But we'll talk when we get back to the Pearl, okay? We've still got another hour or more walk ahead of us..." He kissed her head. "Anyway, who'd do m' washin' if yer weren't on board?"
"Louse!" she hissed, laughing up at him.
Jack smiled at her laugh, squeezing her gently. "It's good t' have yer back luv. Have another sleep, I'll make certain yer are awake fer th' crew meetin'."
She snuggled against his chest again, but sleep would not come. Her leg had slipped in the splints and she knew it would need setting again. It hurt terribly, despite Jack's best efforts at finding the smoothest part of the path in the dim light of the lanterns, and she was relieved when they eventually reached the top of the slope.
Jean Claude looked at Jack worriedly. "How are we going to get her down?" he frowned for there was no way they could swim back from the next cove like he had done with James the donkey.
"We'll have t' rig a line from here to th' beach," Jack suggested. "Slide 'er down in th' bosun's chair?"
Jean Claude shrugged. "Could work," he said quietly. "I'll go see to it..." He scrambled down the sheer slope with the rest of the crew, leaving Jack and Catherine alone at the top.
Jack found a boulder to sit on and eased Catherine down onto his lap. "Now we're alone we can talk," he smiled. "How yer been?"
"Scared," she admitted. "I'm glad you came..."
"Yer know I'd have been there - one way or another," he assured her as he kissed her on the nose.
"I'm glad it didn't come to that," she admitted, her eyes brimming with tears. "I'm not very brave Jack."
"Yer braver than yer think luv," he smiled, surprised at how tightly she hugged him. He hugged her back, stroking her hair when he felt her tears through his shirt. "Ssshh," he whispered. "Yer safe now, I promise."
They were still hugging when Jean Claude returned, scrambling onto the path. He coughed. "Captain," he said quietly, unwilling to disturb the scene that met his eyes but knowing that he must for the rest of the rigging crew were just a few yards behind him.
Jack looked up reluctantly. "Eh?"
"We're ready to rig the line down to the beach," Jean Claude informed him, "and Oran is waiting by a boat to row Kitty out to the Pearl..."
"Thank you Jean Claude," Catherine smiled, her face showing evidence of fresh tears but he ignored them. It was unsurprising considering all that she had been through in just under a week.
Catherine watched as more crew appeared, hanging lanterns in the trees to light their work better as they ran ropes up from the beach, through pulleys and back again. Rigging was a specialist job and the riggers on the Black Pearl were very good. Within a very short time Jean Claude bowed before her. "Your bosun's chair awaits Madame," he grinned, helping Jack sit Catherine carefully on the seat.
She gripped the ropes tightly, fearful of slipping but they eased her out gently over the drop, slowing her descent with the various pulleys that they had set up. Oran stood at the bottom of the line, waiting to catch her when she reached the beach.
"Got you!" he smiled, helping her out of the bosun's chair and hugging her delightedly. He kissed her on the top of the head as she leaned against him, wobbling on her good leg. "Good to have you back Kitty!" he grinned.
"Oi!" Jack shouted as he climbed carefully down the slope. "I saw that!"
"Saw what Captain?" Oran replied innocently, winking at Catherine.
"Stop kissin' m' wife!" Jack complained. Oran kissed her on top of her head again. "Booth!" Jack barked.
"Yes Captain! Sorry Captain! Won't happen again Captain," Oran laughed unrepentantly as Jack stalked across the beach towards them. The riggers had dismantled their ropes quickly and were already rowing back to the Black Pearl to get the bosun's chair ready to lift Catherine on board.
Jack and Oran helped her into the boat, rowing out to the waiting ship. In what seemed like only a few moments to her, Catherine found herself wobbling on the deck of the Black Pearl. "Thank you," she smiled at the crew as they all tried to greet her at once.
"Back all of yer!" Jack shouted. "At least let's get her leg fixed b'fore yer maul her t' death!" He looked around the crew. "Cotton! My cabin, now!"
Jack picked her up and carried her through to the main cabin, surprised to see a steaming bowl of water and fresh bandages already waiting for them. Cotton followed only a few steps behind, grinning delightedly at seeing her safe. He mimed washing and Jack nodded, picking her up and carrying her through to their bunk. He pulled the drapes across the doors and windows as he gently eased her out of her clothes. Drawing his knife, he went to cut the slipped bindings on the splint.
"No!" Catherine put her hand out to stop him. "Untie them... please."
"But they're just rags luv," he frowned. "Yer'd have thought they would have at least given yer proper bandages."
"Please," she begged. Jack looked up at her in shock. "Those aren't rags... they are torn from the shirts of the two Johns..."
"Gibson an' Mallory," he sighed. "So that is why they were shirtless..." He untied the knots and carefully placed the dirty strips of fabric on the side, knowing that she would keep them in memory of her friends.
"How did you..." she began to ask, but Jack held up his hand, forestalling her.
"Let's get yer cleaned up an' yer leg set an' then we'll hold a crew meetin' luv - okay?" he suggested. "All th' news can wait 'til then."
Once she was naked he wrapped her in a sheet and carried her back out to where Cotton was waiting with fresh splints and clean bandages. He gently washed her lower leg, offering her a bottle of rum. Catherine shook her head, nearly fainting with the pain as he straightened it again. Cotton quickly placed the splints to either side of her leg, nodding to Jack to hold them whilst he firmly immobilised her leg with the bandages. He gave a thumbs up to Jack before he mimed carrying her.
"I understand," Jack smiled. "No walking fer how long?"
Cotton mimed back two days before miming walking with crutches. Although she could be hobbling immediately, it would not be safe for her to do so without some support - and they had to be made first. It was going to be at least a month or more before the crutches could be replaced by a cane or such and possibly up to three months before she could walk on it unaided. Catherine was going to be hobbling for quite some time.
"Ah, yer gonna see Horton an' get 'em made?" Jack asked and Cotton nodded, as he rose to leave. "Tell th' crew we'll be out when Kitty's washed an' dressed," Jack ordered, clicking the lock as he shut the doors. "Now luv," he smiled as he turned back towards her, "let's get yer cleaned up."
Jack's mood gradually darkened as he sponged his wife clean, revealing the cuts and bruises that she had received during her capture. He gently washed her hair free of the dried blood that had turned it into a matted mess. Gently he examined the cut that she had received from the rifle which, although deep, was at least healing. He held his tongue though and continued his ministrations until she was clean and, eventually, dry. Spense would pay for her injuries.
"I think a dress would be easier to manage with yer leg luv," he suggested as he rummaged in one of her clothes chests. His hand fell on one of the dresses that Jean Claude had purchased for her - a soft green cotton with a pretty embroidered bodice which would not be too heavy or too hot for her. He quickly found one of her soft undershifts and various undergarments before returning and helping her dress. When he was sure she was ready he picked her up and carried her out onto the deck.
"Okay yer lazy swabs!" he shouted. "Crew meetin' now!"
Catherine looked at Jack in surprise when she saw Will, Elizabeth and the three children on board - and the donkey. "What?" she gasped as Richael and Eilis ran to greet her. They hugged her delightedly before being chased back to Elizabeth by Jack.
"Shoo!" Jack waved his hands at them. "They're refugees luv, fleein' th' tyranny of th' Governor," he winked. "Includin' th' donkey!" He turned back to the crew, spotting Lonan. "Okay, everybody here knows some of what happened but not all so shut up an' listen. Kree - yer can start."
"Well Captain, you saw us leave. We were just outside of Will's house when the marines surrounded us. When they called us pirates we knew it was time to leave, but there were just too many of them. Kitty went for one and told me to run - so I did."
"Then what Kitty?" Jack asked gently.
"The only ones that could tell you what happened next are dead," she sighed. "All I remember is Gibbs shouting a warning and then waking up in the cells hurting like hell."
"The marines forced their way through our house," Will interrupted. "They came on them from behind..."
Catherine nodded. "Well, next thing Spense is strutting before us, boasting how he was going to hang us because we broke the accord. He claimed we had attacked an English ship." Outraged muttering greeted this statement. "I think he knew that the town would object to the hangings, so he hanged Gibbs..." her voice quivered but she continued. "He hanged Gibbs and the crew at dusk." She shut her eyes, remembering, for several moments unable to talk. "He made me watch..." She bit her lip but continued. "Spense wanted them to beg, but John - John Mallory that is, told him to drop dead." She smiled in remembrance. "They saluted me and then he hanged them." She look at Jack earnestly, a tear streaking down her face. "He's mine Jack - promise me that, please?"
Jack nodded. "Go on..."
She sniffed. "Then Norrington returned and he was very angry. He declared marshal law and sent the Governor from the Fort. He said the man that made the statement was French - Davit Lucon." She looked carefully at Jean Claude who quietly nodded at the name. "I don't want to say this, but I must..." she took a deep breath, steeling herself. "When I was in New Orleans looking for Jack, one of the crew of the Swallow raped and very nearly killed me - Arnaud Lucon who was this man's brother. Jean Claude hanged him for what he did. What Jean Claude doesn't know is that it is was Davit Lucon that betrayed the Swallow to us when she was careening."
Surprise flickered across his face. "I had wondered how you found us," he admitted.
"So, we have the possibility that this is Davit Lucon on his own, or with the Governor, after us. Davit could be after revenge on Jean Claude, or on us for not killing Jean Claude, or simply on me for being the cause of his brother's death..." Catherine shrugged.
Jack hugged Catherine tightly, knowing it had taken her a lot of courage to admit what had happened to her in New Orleans before the whole crew. "Well luv, the only things yer don't know is that we were probably something t' do with Norrington's temper. Spense had th' men displayed on Dead Man's Rock - so we cut them down an' gave them a decent burial. On our way back we met with th' Gauntlet an' put a good ten cannon balls in t' her."
"But how did you know they'd been hanged?" she puzzled.
"Will ran to th' cove an' told us what happened shortly after yer were taken," Jack said quietly. "Jean Claude an' Hallam went with him an' started planning last night's riot... an' then we came t' get yer." He looked up at the crew, raising his voice so he could be heard. "We have one last thing t' do today an' that is t' elect a new Quartermaster. I put forward Jean Claude as th' most experienced man fer th' post." He looked around the crew. "Hands or objections..."
"Gibbs said the two of you were the sneakiest pirate Captains in the Caribbean," she smiled warmly in memory as she raised her hand. "Jean Claude gets my vote... and heaven help the Navy with both of you onboard!"
Jack smiled as even Eilis raised her hand. "I'm a pirate too!" she declared defensively. Elizabeth smiled at her as the pirates laughed, realising she was going to have problems explaining the finer points of ownership and right versus wrong in later life.
"Then it is unanimous. Jean Claude will be Quartermaster as from t'day... although he can still share some galley duties with Kitty!" Jack paused. "But after t'night Norrington will be justified in namin' us all pirates - Will included! So we're gonna give 'em a little somethin' t' remember us by an' then head back t' Tortuga until Kitty is healed - savvy?"
"What are your orders Captain?" Oran asked.
"I think we'll just sail quietly into th' harbour, empty our port an' starboard cannons into th' Fort an' then head home... any objections?" He was not surprised that there were none and the only noise that was raised was in cheerful celebration of hitting back at those that had killed their friends and hurt Catherine. "Right, that's settled then!" Jack smiled. "Port Royal an' then Tortuga Booth!" He rose, picking up Catherine. "An' now I want some peace an' quiet with m' wife!" He could see that Elizabeth wanted to talk with Catherine, but he was determined to be with her alone. He shut and locked his cabin doors - Mistress Turner could wait.
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