Chapter 5. Savage Sisters
The moon had not yet set when two ships quietly rounded the headlands of the bay.
Blackfish and Lir slid into the bay under the silent, carefully pulled oars powered from men who pulled the quiet vessels next to two darkened ships.
Darkened, but not asleep.
On board the Wrath and Scorned, crews sat and watched the illuminated ships draw up close, smoking fuses at the ready.
A young man’s voice called out, hailing the dark ships.
And a woman’s voice answered.
“Mon Dash?” Then a squeal of recognition and applause, Annamarie’s favorite youth had returned as promised.
Cheers erupted, sailors stowed the guns and once darkened gunports were closed and sealed. The reunion with adoptive big sisters and their crew erupted in cheers and lamps were lit.
Sunrise found the crews of four-pirate ships deep in conversation.
“Mssr. O’Danu.” The brilliant blue eyes of the French Fille-du-Roi looked happily at Conn. “You are most blessed with such a jeune homme.”
She feasted on eggs gathered from the island the night before.
“I don’t understand, Captain.” Conn said with his head tilted slightly.”
“Emmm… Jeune man.” She repeated, her blond hair spilled over her shoulders. Then thought a moment. “Young man?”
A chuckle from a crewman nearby earned an icy look, silencing him instantly.
Laughter echoed over the morning water, the ships with space enough between them, men in the ropes and masts 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 peals of laughter and stories were told and laughed about. 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 had become broad.
But the one that Annemarie called “Mon Dash!” still stared out over the water with those green eyes that filled her with worry.
The eyes were full of an anger that would haunt her soul for years. A steady, unblinking gaze that wished that his future lay somewhere beyond the horizon. When last they sailed together, she prayed that when this young man reunited with his family, he would find peace.
“Talk to me.” She sat on the bowsprit. “You have been and always shall be my man.” Her voice soft in the daylight and she held his hand.
“My dad and all their crew cannot keep up with us. They are learning how to sail their ship which he built as the same as ours.” He shook his head, blood-colored hair glistened in the sunlight. “Granuaille has drilled the crew of the Blackfish until everyone hates her. But we can load and run out the guns faster than fast. Even Dana has earned his place amongst us.”
“Who, pray tell, is Dana?” Jacquotte asked.
“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 him?”
Jacquotte laughed in happy surprise 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. “I will always be by his side.”
“Dash, you did not tell me you had such a handsome brother.” She ran her fingers through the red hair.
“You know him, this was the cabin boy we took off of the ship under the command of Captain Tudor.” The cheeks and lips smiled and had a slight blush, however the green eyes remained haunted. “This is him.”
“This is him? His hair was not nearly as bright yellow, 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 laughed while Dana blushed brightly.
“Don’t worry, Dana,” Dash laughed. “She has did that to me and Bradan, when we met.”
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 girl’s head quickly.”
“Aww. Ma’am…” Dana started, finding a deeper shade of red to turn.
“Call me Jacquotte, or if you cannot, Captain will be well enough.” 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 to the others.
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, this boy with the green eyes, who would replace her lost family.
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.” Keegan directed. “We head south, then west. There is a man we need to meet.”
When tide turned and began to withdraw, four ships gracefully rounded the edge of the hidden bay and turned to a southerly course.
Destination: Port Royal.
Captain Henry Morgan would be quite surprised to see that his favorite pirate had returned. However, the return of the children pirates would not go as unnoticed as everyone might hope.
Pirate hunters, given the a charter to find and eliminate any pirates working for the wrong government were on the rise.
In the twenty-first century, they would be called bounty hunters or mercenaries.
The red haired teenage captain of the Blackfish called them one only thing.