Part One

Hannah Williams sat on her knees next to her father's bed in the Captain's quarters of the pirate ship. He had passed away nearly an hour ago, but she couldn't bring herself to leave him. He had captained this ship for twenty years, bringing her along ten years ago when her mother had died. Now at nineteen, she was alone.

"Hannah," a gruff male voice behind her said. She recognized the voice as that of the first mate, now Captain, Edward Tate. "You have to let him go," he contiuned. "We have to give his body over to the sea now."

Hannah couldn't, rather wouldn't, move from her place. She screamed as Edward grasped her hands and pulled her away from her father's lifeless body. She screamed again as the crew removed the body from the room. Hannah felt Edward's arm around her as he pulled her close to him. It didn't matter how much she struggled in his arms, she couldn't get away.

"I know it hurts," Hannah heard Edward say, "but the ache and hurt will eventually go away." She knew that he was right and turned in his arms to face him. She took comfort in his muscled arms and broad shoulders. Taking comfort in his arms was something she had done ever since she was little when her dad had been too busy for her. But now, her dad would never again be too busy for her and it would forever be Edward's arms that comforted her. She had fallen in love with him some time ago, but had never shown it.

Captain Edward Tate held his late Captain's daughter tightly in his arms. He was ten years her senior, but lately he had been dreaming about holding her in his arms just as he was doing now. The only difference was that in his dreams he was making love to her instead of comforting her. For nearly an hour Edward held Hannah as she wept uncontrollably. He watched her as her tears and sobbing begain to subside as she fell asleep in his arms. He carried her to her quarters and softly laid her on her bed.

Standing over her, he watched as she slept. His eyes gazed over her long slender body. Her long, light brown hair spread out around her head like a halo. He could just image her dark brown eyes staring up at her. His eyes continued downward to the handful mounds that were privilaged to be her breasts as they moved with her breathing. The men's clothing she wore couldn't hide them from him. His eyes moved further down her body to the pants that covered her love mound. Oh how he wanted to lay between her legs and move himself in her. He knew that she had never been with a man, but now was not the time to make his move on her. She was grieving and needed time.

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