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Chapter 17

Constance couldn't quite believe what was going on. The most feared pirate hunter was currently kissing her and she was enjoying it. Her eyes were shut and his arm suddenly wrapped itself around her slender waist, pulling her up against his lean body. The kiss had at first been delicate and almost uncertain. But as she allowed herself to be pulled against him, Captain Salazar deepened the kiss and she felt her legs almost give under at the sudden burst of lust which ran through her body.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, causing the silver dagger to fall upon the floor with a soft thud. She pulled herself even closer and moaned against him as he ran his fingers through her hair. She had never felt such intensity before in her life and she knew one thing for sure, she didn't want it to end. But like all good things, the kiss did finally end as they had to break apart to breathe. He was still hold of her and she gradually lowered her hands from his neck to hold his shoulders. He was looking wide eyed at her and she wondered if he regretted his actions.

He very calmly let go of her and she couldn't help but feel very foolish. He had obviously disapproved of his out of character actions and she watched as he turned around slowly and covered his mouth with his hand. Constance knew that in life there were certain moments which would change the course of fate forever and this was one of them. She could quite easily just run out of the cabin and allow them both to pretend the moment never happened between the two. But she didn't want that. For the first time, she felt as though she belonged somewhere. And she would be damned to give up such an opportunity.

Very delicately she approached the stiff looking Captain and tried to assess his expression which was a mixture of shock and lust. When he moved his hand, his lips like hers were slightly swollen and she couldn't help but smile despite being nervous. This was the moment of her life which she would always remember as being the happiest and she was not going to let anything ruin it.

"Armando…"She whispered. He snapped out of his trance and just as he was about to speak she pulled him down by the collar of his shirt which peaked out from under his coat and pressed her lips against his own. She felt his medals push against her chest and his hand automatically went to her hip. She half expected him to push her away but was relieved when he began to kiss her back. This kiss did not last as long as their first one as he eventually pulled away but not before releasing a small groan and began to shake his head.

"no no no.." He began to mumble and he began to pace up and down whilst suddenly speaking in his native tongue. She decided that she would let him just get on with it. Constance was quite surprised that she wasn't as bothered by the situation as he was but her only concern was currently being rejected and as he ran his hand through his long dark hair roughly she started to get the distinct feeling he wasn't as onboard as she was with their new… sort of relationship.

"You wish you never did it, don't you?" She asked quietly, trying her best to be strong. After all, she tried to rationalise the situation. He had been at sea for a long time and most likely was acting on impulse. She began to bite her lip as she realised that he may not even find her attractive or feel the same way she felt for him. The whole experience was so new that she was trying her best to get her head unclouded from their kiss. Although the had only known each other for a short period of time and they had a few unfortunate meetings, she couldn't help but feel something for the stern Spaniard.

He stopped pacing very abruptly and he opened his mouth a few times before finally speaking.

"No….not regret". He sighed and she watched him as he went and picked the silver dagger up and passed it her. She held the object against her chest and gave him a confused look.

"So if you don't regret it…. Do you find me displeasing?" She asked innocently. He gave a low chuckle and closed the distance between them.

"Not at all…you are very desirable Constance. It is…" He paused and she watched as he blinked a few times as though he was clearing his mind. "Nothing can come of this. You will return to land and go back to England and I shall go and do what I was born to do". His voice was thick with emotion and she gave him a sad look.

"Is that what you want?"

"It is life". He replied, his eyes burning into hers.

"I could help?" She asked starting to lose hope. He did not out rightly deny her and she still tried her best.

"Perhaps but it is not meant to be. Please forget this". He almost begged and she watched as he went to walk out of the cabin. Constance suddenly envisioned her life back home once again and grimaced. She would be forced to marry a man she did not love. She would force to have his children and she would be forced to live life as a prisoner to society rather than herself. She rushed forward and grabbed his hand and managed to stop him walking away.

"Life can go and screw itself then. I refuse to live if my future is so bleak. Please Armando…. You can't let me go". She begged and her voice broke. At that moment, she was fighting for her life but in a completely different way. She was offering him herself and all that she stood for. He seemed torn and she felt a tear fall don her cheek and he softly planted a kiss upon her head. Without another word, he exited the cabin and Constance felt her legs give out.

She didn't know how long she stayed on the floor sobbing against her hand but after a while her tears dried and she just stared at the wooden floor with dead eyes. She knew that she had two choices. She would either go back to her cabin and rest and then by tomorrow she would leave the Silent Mary. Or she would stop moping and consider the situation. He looked like he wanted her. And deep down she knew that had they been in another world or time they may have been given that opportunity.

Standing up, she released a deep breath and picked up her fallen ribbon and rearranged her hair. With the dagger in hand, she carefully positioned it underneath the belt holding her trousers up. She would go back to her quarters and think.

After all, she had never seduced a Captain before.