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Robert ignored her question and he tilted his lips into a wry smile and shook his head slightly. “Do you realize what a tempting tart you are in front of these men? This is a dangerous game you are playing up here tonight.” He said in a low accusing tone, which was almost harsh.

Her face went pale, and she whispered in shock. “What are you trying to accuse me of Major Marsh? You say you were watching and if you were you could see we were only singing and dancing. What harm can there be?”

“Anna, I do believe either you are quite naive or a very stupid woman and I don’t take you for a stupid woman. You were dancing about with every man on your arm, with your lovely hair hanging bout your waist, in that gown, and no chaperons in sight. What do you think they admire, your mind? It’s your delectable little body.” He whispered in a deep raspy voice.

As he had watched her for that hour he convinced himself that he wasn’t jealous, just worried about her, and the dangerous position she was putting herself into. He was sure the Captain and crewmembers were good men, but they were still men and he didn’t want to see anything happen to the women on this trip, especially Miss Pemberton.