All right.
Meet me at the dock in half an hour. My dive boat is the Conch Fritter. Ill be setting her up.
Ill be there, she promised.
For a moment she couldnt afford to waste, she just sat there, staring at her phone. He hadnt agreed.
But he hadnt said no.
And in the water, she could prove herself.
She blinked, then shot out of bed. She had thirty minutes to shower, find a suit and run down the seven or so blocks to the boat docks.
And there had to be a cup of coffee somewhere along the way.
Vanessa Loren was all business when she arrived at the dock precisely on time. She was wearing a huge tank-type T-shirt over a bathing suit and carried a dive bag in one hand, a large paper cup of coffee in the other. Her hair was swept back in a band at her nape and she was wearing large dark sunglasses.
Hand over the bag, he said politely.
I can manage, she told him.
She could. Without needing a handhold of any kind for balance, she made the short leap from the dock to the deck with amazing dexterity, never in danger of losing so much as a drop of coffeenot that the company didnt serve its coffee with A-one lids.
He shrugged as she landed. Suit yourself. Want to grab that line aft?
Sure.
Bartholomew leaned casually against the rail, arms crossed over his chest. Shes got quite the physical prowess, and yet shes light and sleek as a cat. I say, hire her on! Trust me, the women of my day were seldom adept at working on any ship. Ah, this is but a boat. There you go.
Sean wanted to tell Bartholomew that there had been a number of famous and infamous women working upon pirate ships, but since Bartholomew was indignant at the term pirate, hed deny it. And he knew that Bartholomew was going to goad him all afternoon.
He refrained from replying.
He went to the fore to release the front line and she scurried to release the one aft. He didnt speak to her as he guided the Conch Fritter out of the harbor.
Bartholomew, however, kept up a running conversation.
Ah, what a lovely day. Truly lovely day! Calm seas, a beautiful sky and just the tiniest kiss of autumn in the air. I do remember this reefwe forced a few Spaniards into her sharp tentacles, we did. Glorious sailing! Oh, and by the wayyou do know that this is the area where Mad Miller supposedly attacked the Santa Geneva and kidnapped Dona Isabella. Alas, the ship upon which she sailed sank to the bottom of the sea with the nasty, evil creatures upon the pirate ship, Mad Millers flagship, slicing up many a man as he begged for mercy, cast into the water, drowning!
Slicing them might have been a mercy, if they were drowning, Sean thought, but he kept silent.
As he cleared the channel, Vanessa came and took the companion seat by the helm.
Ah, but she looks lovely there! Bartholomew commented.
She did. She was relaxed, enjoying the wind that whipped around them as they sped through the water. The Conch Fritter wasnt new, but she was a thirty-eight-foot Sea Ray custom Sundancer, and Sean loved her. She did twenty knots with amazing comfortshe wasnt going to outrun a real powerboat by any means, but she could move. The cockpit was air-conditioned and equipped with two flat-screen TVs, and there were three small sleeping cabins, the captains cabin at the fore and two lining the port and starboard sides. There was a small galley and main cabin as well, and the helm sat midway through the sleek design with a fiberglass companion seat that offered plenty of storage. Hed had her outfitted with a helm opening and an aft boarding ladder with a broad platform, and portside and starboard safe holds for dive tanks.
Yes, yes, you love your boat, Bartholomew said, rolling his eyes. And she is a thing of beauty! But then again, can anything rival the gold of that young womans hair, the sea and sky that combine in her eyes? he asked with an exaggerated sigh.
Sean thought, I will not look at you, you scurvy spectral bastard.
Where are we going? Vanessa asked above the hum of the motor.
Pirate Cutits a close, easy dive, Sean said.
We dont even need tanks, she commented.
Ah, she knows the reef! Bartholomew said. Frankly, it seems that everything this young woman has said to you is true.
If you want to stay down and film we need tanks and equipment, Sean said pleasantly to Vanessa.
She flushed and looked away, but it was obvious that she knew the reef, and probably knew it fairly well.
She did. She knew exactly where they were going, and how long it was going to take to get there. When they were still five minutes away, she stood and dug into her bag. She worked with a dive skin, not a suit, but a skin, light and not providing warmth. He actually liked a skin himselfa skin protected a diver against the tentacles of small and unseen jellyfish.
But he hadnt brought one.
By the time hed stopped the motor and dropped anchor, she had on her skin and dive booties. Dive booties could be good, too, he had to admit. Hed brought neither his skin nor booties, but he didnt always wear them. Shed attached her regulator to a buoyancy-control vest and tankthe one next to the tank hed prepared for himself. She wasted no time.
What are we using? she asked him.