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- Title: Treasure of Campeche
- Author : Cynthia Breeding
- Release Date : January 26, 2012
- Genre: Historical,Books,Romance,Short Stories,
- Pages : * pages
- Size : 136 KB
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A Short Story -
Ilsa took a deep breath and held out her hand. âIf youâll give me that, I had better get back.â
A corner of his mouth lifted in half-smile as he tucked the necklace into a pocket of his wet breeches. âSince you donât do well at following orders, Mademoiselle, I shall keep it until weâre safely back on my ship.â
She tried not to dwell on how those wet pants clung to him and outlined his muscular thighs. The very few menâboys reallyâthat her overly-protective father had allowed to court her hadnât looked like this. She had the strangest urge to want to feel the muscles of his broad chest and shoulders. The priest would surely have her doing penance if he knew! She swallowed, her throat suddenly dry. âOnce youâre on board and Iâm on shore, how will you return it?â
âBecause,â he said as the quirk became a full-fledged grin, âyouâre coming with us.â
âI most certainly am not! I may have lost my parents. Iâm not about to lose my virtue too.â Her motherâequally protectiveâhad been quite firm that a girl should be a virgin when she married.
He raised a dark eyebrow. âIâll take care of your virtue.â
She felt her cheeks warm. âIâm sure you will.â She was two-and-twenty years old; sheâd heard stories of what pirates did to women. One of her motherâs fears, once theyâd reached the warm Caribbean waters, was being boarded by pirates.
âWomen are bad luck on board,â Louis interrupted. âLet her go.â
âIâm afraid I canât do that,â he answered. âThat Indian thinks she is a devil-spirit because of her picture. Heâll be back with others of his tribe to kill her. The monks wouldnât stand a chance in defense.â He turned to her. âYou wouldnât want to be responsible for a massacre, would you, Mademoiselle?â
With a sinking feeling, she knew he was right. The missionaries had only begun to gain the trust of the Carancahua. She straightened her shoulders and looked into his eyes. âMy name is Ilsa Drescher. If I am to be yourâŠguestâŠI will be protected?â
His eyes glinted with amusement. âCertainement. You have my word.â
She raised her chin. âYouâre a pirate!â
He grinned again, his white teeth flashing in his tanned face as he bowed low. âPrivateer. Marc Rochelle, captain for Jean Lafitte, at your service.â