Chapter 5. Reunion
The moon had not yet set when the two ships quietly rounded the headlands of the bay.
Blackfish and Lir slid into the bay next to two dark ships.
Dark, but not asleep.
On board the Wrath and Scorned crews sat and watched the illuminated ships come close.
A young man’s voice called out, hailing the dark ships.
A woman’s voice answered.
“Mon Dash?” Then a squeal of recognition and applause, Annamarie’s favorite youth had returned as promised.
Cheers erupted and they stowed the guns. The reunion of adoptive big sisters and their crew erupted in cheers and lamps were lit.
Sunrise found a fleet of four-pirate ships deep in conversation.
“Mssr. O’Danu.” The brilliant blue eyes of the French Fille-du-Roi looked evenly at Conn. “You are most blessed with such a jeune homme.”
“I don’t understand, Captain.” Conn said with his head tilted slightly.”
“Emmm… Jeune man.” She repeated. Then thought a moment. “Young man?”
A chuckle from a crewman behind her earned an icy look, silencing him instantly.
Laughter echoed over the morning water, the ships with space enough between them, men in the rigging. Each ship ready to unfurl canvas at a moments notice.
Stories told, Conn, and the other fathers learned of the children that sailed the small ship that brought them home.
While the adults cackled and told stories, the one known as “Back-from-the-dead-red” looked around and spotted her most protected of men standing on the bow of the Wrath. She walked up to the youth, a boy when she last laid eyes on him, in the year that passed, he had grown nearly as tall as she was, his shoulders widened. But the one that Annemarie called “Mon Dash!” still looked out over the water with those green eyes that filled her with worry.
The eyes filled with an anger that haunted her soul. A steady, unblinking gaze that wished they were somewhere beyond the horizon. When last they sailed together, she prayed that when this young man, Keegan, reunited with his family, he would find peace.
“Talk to me.” She said, sitting on the bowsprit. “You have been and always shall be my man.” Her voice soft in the daylight.
“My dad and all their crew cannot keep up with us. They are learning how to sail their ship they built the same as ours.” He shook his head, blood-colored hair glistened in the sunlight. “Even though the adults have years on boats and ships, even building, they do not have the skills to fight by reading the water. Granuaille has already drilled the others and we can run out the guns faster than fast. Even Dana has earned his place amongst us. ”
“Who, pray tell, is Dana?” Jacquotte asked. “And do not discount an adult’s skill. I am an adult and you see what I can do.”
“That would be me.” Icy blue eyes under the hair golden sunshine. The small boy-child, in her eyes stood next to the older and taller captain of the child crew. “I am his brother, what are you doing with Keegan?”
Jacquotte laughed at the younger boy’s protective nature.
“Your Keegan, is my Dash. He is my man, I have fought beside him and hold him dear in my heart.” She winked, this seemed to relax the younger one.
“Dash, you did not tell me you had such a handsome brother.”
“You know him, this was the cabin boy we took off of the ship under the command of Captain Tudor.” The cheeks of the haunted green eyes smiled. “This is him.”
“THIS? His hair was not nearly as bright, he was shades darker. And he had black fingernails.” Jacquotte clapped. “Mon dieu! You have cleaned up well, cabin-boy.”
“I am not a boy, I am a PIRATE.” He stood with his hands on his hips.
Coming barely to the woman’s shouldershe slipped her arms around Dana’s shoulders and kissed him on the forehead.
“Any family of my Pirate Prince is welcome aboard any of my fleet.” She smiled while Dana blushed brightly.
“Don’t worry, Dana,” Dash laughed. “She has done that to me, and Bradan, too.”
The sudden memory of his old friend wiped the laughter from his soul like shadows banished by sunlight.
The tall redheaded woman stepped up to the one she called Dash and put her arms around him.
To her, he was Dash MacDíoltas, The Son of Revenge.
“You, young Dana.” She brushed a blond hair out of the tow-headed boy. “You would turn a girls head quickly.”
“Aww. Ma’am…” Dana started.
“Call me Jacquotte, or if you cannot, Captain will be sufficient.” She smiled.
“Keegan? Keegan!” Conn’s voice sounded over the deck.
“We must return to the meeting, it seems that the meet and greet is over.” Keegain said.
The trio stood and walked back to the larger group. Jacquotte sadly did not have time to talk to Keegan, her dash of spice in her life. A kindred ginger with the green eyes.
In the crowd of captains and officers, they drank toasts to each other and greeted the red-headed captain of the fast ship Blackfish.
“We sail at the turn of the tide in ten-hours.” Keegan directed. “We head south, then west to Port Royal, there is a man we need to meet.”
Captain Henry Morgan would be quite surprised to see his favorite pirate had returned.
In ten hours, the tide turned and began to withdraw, four ships gracefully rounded the edge of the hidden bay and turned to a southerly course.
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