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“I’m glad to see you find this so amusing, but I can assure you I don’t find it funny that a man has offered you to share his bed.” His deep voice scolded, with his blue eyes penetrating into her.

She was still laughing as she joked. “Temper, temper Robert. Isn’t that what you said to me.” Then she whispered in that soft angelic voice. “You are too laughable Major Marsh. I can’t quite decide what you’re hiding. Why am I the object of your protection? That’s a curious question wouldn’t you say? I can see by your expression that possibly you’re not sure either.”

Robert squinted his eyes even further at this wisp of a woman making fun of him. He was only trying to help the silly woman, and that was the only reason he was looking out for her. He assured himself. She better watch what she accused him of, or he’d leave her to protect herself.

She paused before continuing, and then she pointed out. “You know I should be insulted, that you believe me to be such a loose woman that I’d stay with a man without marriage. Captain Drake is very much the gentleman sir. He offered to sleep on the deck with his men, while I took his cabin, but I refused the offer.” She said as she turned and walked to the side rail.

He followed behind her while talking through gritted teeth. “You are quite naive, if you think he would have slept on the deck. He would have found a way to join you on his feather bed. Let me tell you about your gentleman, Captain Drake. I’ve seen his type.” He sucked in a deep breath and narrowed his eyes further. “I would guarantee that if a female is willing he is never too busy to oblige her, mattering not if she is married or unmarried, beautiful or plain. I’m sure he’s left a string of broken hearts along the way.” He insisted, his voice still in a low whisper.