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ISBN-13: | 9781603818971 |
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Publisher: | Epicenter Press, Incorporated |
Publication date: | 12/27/2012 |
Pages: | 254 |
Product dimensions: | 5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.63(d) |
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The impressed seamen were quickly bundled over the side and hauled up onto the other deck. Captain Winslow dropped to his knees and wept, his head in his hands. It was more than Hannah could bear. She jumped up again and ran to the British captain, who waited to reboard his vessel. She grabbed his arms and tried to pull him around.
"Thee cannot do this! Have we no rights?" She tugged his arm, but he was anchored fast to the deck and would not budge.
"You have no rights," he said quietly. "None whatsoever. You belong to an impertinent nation that will soon be a failed experiment. Let go of my arm."
She did as he said and wiped her streaming eyes with her sleeve. "I wish thee to hell, sir," she said, her voice as quiet as his and more fierce.
"Well I won't go, Miss Spitfire," he replied.
To her utter amazement, he grabbed her by the mass of hair on the back of her neck, hauled her close, picked her up, and kissed her. Her feet dangled off the deck and she grabbed onto him to take the pain off her hair, while he kissed her once, and then again more thoroughly. She clung to him, her head on fire, and tried to speak, even as he kissed her a third time, completely in command of the situation. Wild-eyed with fury, she stared at him, noting even in her rage how improbably long his eyelashes were. His eyes were closed, and he seemed to be enjoying himself immensely.
And then it was over. He set her back on the deck and released her hair. "I haven't had that pleasure in two years," he said softly. He stepped aside quickly in case she should strike out. "May I add that you needn't improve upon a fine thing?"
He sprang to the railing, his arm draped gracefully in the rigging to maintain his balance, and then leaped across the space between the ships as his men laughed and cheered.
"Release the grappling hooks," he ordered, and then looked at his first mate, who wiped tears of laughter from his eyes. "Wear the ship, Mr. Lansing, lively now."
As she watched in total humiliation and stunning fury, the sailors on the opposite ship grinned at her and released the grapples from the Molly's mutilated railing. The vessels moved apart quickly.