The boat lurched gently in the vastness of the Atlantic. The midday sun, only dimmed by a few clouds, shone on the bodies of the two pretty women, gracefully nestled together, while the dark-skinned pirate dozed on the other side of the boat. Long had rowed all night long. Only when the heat of the day drove the sweat from his pores did he lie down. He kept looking at the naked bodies of the young European women. Their peaceful sleep seemed as unreal as the situation they were in. He, the former slave who was kidnapped in Africa and had to serve an English captain as a boy, was now in a small boat with these very different women. Kate undoubtedly came from a noble bloodline. Even if he hadn't seen her nobility papers in Captain Rogue's cabin, it was evident in her entire demeanor. She had something that most women and men lacked. Discipline and pride, which, however, had nothing to do with the vain posturing he had seen among many spoiled aristocratic scions who were given...
