The Pirate's Daughter

by Marie Hall

  The Pirate’s Daughter

  Marie Hall

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  Contents

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

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  Chapter 1

  Cartagena, 1827

  Devin tugged at the bonds, causing the back legs of the chair to scrape the floor. He’d successfully broken those free hours ago, but the front was securely anchored.

  “They’re coming,” the fat man chained to the wall called. “They’re coming back.”

  Devin tugged again, the bonds held and he, too, could hear the heavy footfalls. He gave one last valiant attempt to break free. Settling back to the defeated countenance he’d maintained since the moment he was grabbed outside the tavern. As the door opened the five men chained against the wall started to struggle. They could only hear the goings on, as they’d sacks over their heads, tied with twine at their necks. Devin wasn’t treated to the same which made him far more alert to everything around him. For whatever reason they were taken, their captors had a very specific plan.

  He counted seven men entering the room. It was plain these men were pirates given their hard demeanor and crude dress. They stepped aside as the last man entered the room. This man could easily pass for any other gentleman of wealth and status, but Captain Robert Devin Winthrop of His Majesty’s Royal Navy spent the last nine years of his career spotting pirates, buccaneers, raiders, rovers, filibusters, marauders—whatever the criminals chose to call themselves at the moment. Pirates had a look to them. Perhaps it was the cold brutality of their acts. The sinister way they preyed on the merchant and passenger vessels while naval ships tried to keep peace on the waters as so many nations continued to fight among themselves. That man turned to look at him and Devin felt a chill roll through. This wasn’t going to end well.

  The other men went to the wall and unchained the captives. More than a few screams of terror rang out. They were in fact gentlemen of some prominence, all of them accustomed to the soft lives they lived. The begging started as soon as they were lined up and forced to move, blindly, forward.

  “Please, please. I have money. My family can pay you, make you rich beyond your knowing,” one man said only to be met with wild laughter.

  “Where are you taking us?” the fat man asked. Devin knew him to be a newly set in governor on one of the smaller islands. He’d been on the ship Devin’s own guided through only last week.

  “Have no cares, Governor Lowe,” the leader of this group finally said, not taking his eyes from Devin. “As long as the good captain cooperates, you’ll be sent home in fine shape.”

  The statement clearly startled everyone as much as it did Devin. “Do whatever he asks, Captain.” Governor Lowe called back over his shoulder. “Do whatever he asks.”

  Devin watched them go as another man brought in a chair then moved to cut the ropes holding Devin. “That’ll be all for now Smithe. Leave us,” the leader said as he took a seat.

  “Aye, Commodore,” Smithe said, and walked out closing the door firmly behind him.

  As the commodore settled more comfortably, Devin took time to rub feeling back into his wrists. He could take the man before him. He was older, unarmed, if he was quick he might do it before others were alerted to the fight.

  “Ah, yes. I see you thinking carefully on all the options.” The man, rather than tighten up and prepare for a fight, settled further back in the chair and crossed his left ankle over his right knee. “It’s something I’ve admired about you. A man who thinks before he acts.”

  Devin remained silent and for now, still. The purpose for his being here would come out, but it’d be in the commodore’s good time.

  “Robert Winthrop, Captain, on the two-decker brig Iron Rose. Guns, fourteen six pounders. Sufficient in these waters. Crew of sixty-two, including yourself. Last three years on assignment to hold the Crown’s western territories and colonies. Born, 1798 in South York, put on your first ship at age six by a father you’re still estranged from. Mother, living. Brothers, two, no sisters,” the man laughed, “shame, little girls are—a delight.”

 
Devin worked to hold his expression. That the man knew so much about the ship didn’t strike him as odd. That he knew so much about him chilled, but his last words, they didn’t seem ominous. In fact, they sounded indulging, spoken like a man whose heart was quite soft. Not like a bloodletting, murdering pirate. For a moment, Devin wondered if his judgment was correct.

  “You’re not nobility, but you haven’t squandered your monies, invested well, a man of means if not wealth. You plan to retire when they recall you to port.”

  Devin did respond to those words. Maybe four men knew he was ready to give up his commission. Pirates where under control, a fading enterprise, outnumbered and outgunned with the newer ships and more cohesive navies. He didn’t know yet what he might do. He’d been offered a place at the new academy in Portsmouth, but had not decided if teaching was what he wanted. And again, only four people were privy to that information. “You know a great deal about my person,” Devin said, shifting in his chair.

  “I take more time to know my allies than my enemies, as my enemies aren’t long for this world.”

  “You know nothing if you call me ally.” Devin searched his memory for the moment he might have met this man. Nothing came to mind. No party, no table at an inn, no words in passing. “And no one would believe I’d have associations with a pirate if you think to ruin—”

  The sharp bark of laughter refocused him on the man sitting easily across from him. “Not yet, but soon. You see, we’ll have a common... interest. An… association, if you will. That’s why you’re here. Why I chose you. Although I suspect I’ll be told, rather forcefully, I had no right to go about it this way. In the end I’ll have what I’ll have, and I’ll have you.”

  “Have me? For what?” Devin could always feel when the winds were picking up in a bad way, and without a doubt the squall about to hit would put not only him in peril.

  “My daughter’s husband.”

  Chapter 2

  Devin was pretty sure he’d misheard. Which was why he gave in to the laughter. How absurd for anyone to think he’d become anyone’s husband, let alone husband to a, a pirate’s daughter. He could only imagine what the ghastly female must look like, let alone how she’d behave. If she wasn’t so young as to make it criminal to wed her she was likely already collecting coppers in the cribs along the docks.

  And to hell with any of that. He was barely twenty-nine, far too young to take a wife, even if his plans to retire were set. Should he change his mind and remain in the navy, he was forbidden to marry. When the man across from him continued to sit in silence, Devin began to wonder if he wasn’t somehow more serious than he thought possible. Clearing his throat Devin sat back and returned the intent stare.

  “It’s good to see you can laugh,” the commodore said. “You’ll need a good humor with Mia. She can be quite the riptide at times, but more often she’s little more than willful and stubborn. Marriage should see the winds spill out.”

  “You aren’t serious that I should marry your daughter?” Devin asked, then saw the man’s expression and knew he was deadly serious. “I’m not going to marry… why would I marry… I can’t marry…” Devin sputtered.

  “You’ll marry her. Because if you don’t, the deaths of those men will be on your head,” the man said, causing Devin to shot to his feet.

  “I’m not responsible for them,” he said.

  “You misunderstand. Their deaths, well you’ll be blamed for them, or rather it’ll be found you murdered them.” The commodore motioned for him to retake his seat and Devin did as he felt his knees weaken. “Yes, I’ve arranged it so when you leave here you’ll either be a hero or a criminal and no one will doubt any of it.”

  “Why me?” Devin asked.

  “You, because as limited as my choices are, I’m not sure I’d find a man better suited for Mia. It’s my hope, as I said, that marriage will take the wind from her sails.”

  “Take the wind?” He was more than sure now the woman was a whore drawing the wrong kind of attention to her father’s activities. Perhaps even, given this man’s obvious fondness of the chit, he worried she’d fall to an enemy. “You need a husband to control her? Have you not heard a father can command a daughter?” He chuckled. “It sounds like what you need is a strap not a husband. Control your child with a spanking, but don’t think you’ll foist her on me.”

  The bellowing laughter that erupted out of the man was almost comical. He laughed so long and hard, Devin was too surprised to take advantage and attack. When he finally regained some calm, all he could do was shake his head at Devin. “I’m hardly a man to admit it, but with Mia, I’ve no will to discourage, let alone discipline her. She’s had my heart from the moment she took breath. But now,” again the man shook his head, more sadly than before, “now her activities have put a decade’s worth of my work in jeopardy as well as her own life. No, she’ll wed. You’ll take her to England, take the position on land and you’ll keep her off the sea until I have finished with my purpose.”

  Her activities? Was this woman not a whore, but a pirate? It wasn’t unheard of, women pirates. “I’m not marrying your daughter and once I’m free I’ll put an end to your purpose. You’ll be at the end of a rope the way all pirates find themselves.”

  “No,” the older man said again, settling back in his seat. “Not until I find the man who stole my greatest treasure. A man responsible for other criminal acts, but those aren’t my concern. Although, I suspect it’d be yours if your king wasn’t so clueless.” The man dropped his foot hard to the floor and abruptly sat forward. “You, Robert Winthrop, will wed my daughter as I’ve said.”

  “Why must I wed her? Why must she wed at all?” Devin couldn’t help but ask. The man’s words intrigued him. What didn’t the king know about in the Caribbean? What criminal acts?

  “I’ve tried, for the last five years I’ve tried, to keep Mia from working to take my vengeance from me. She’s become too emboldened, too willing to risk her life in her pursuit. And yet she won’t hear any word as to the dangers.”

  “A whip speaks loudly,” Devin stated flatly. This woman sounded like nothing but trouble and yet sitting before her father, a pirate no less, an urge to protect her washed over him.

  “As I’ve said, I’m no man to be heavy handed with her. She’s special.”

  Devin groaned, wondering now if he was saying his daughter had a weak mind. “I can’t marry her. I’m sure there’s any number of suitable men.”

  “You will wed her. I’ve chosen you.” The man stood, walking to the closed door, he pounded on it before moving back to his seat. “You’ll wed her or before you’re swinging for the deaths of the governor, the youngest son of the Duke of Pembroke, and those other three members of the ton, you’ll hear of the downfall and death of the rest of your family. And even with only brothers, I’m sure it’ll be a great unpleasant telling. And your poor mother.”

  “You son of a…” Devin yelled coming out of his chair and going straight for the man’s throat only to have the points of more than a few swords press against his breast. The threats enraged him past reasonable actions, but he’d no recourse at the moment. And as he tried to take in a deep breath he saw a short, nearly bald man pushed into the room.

  The friar came in calmly, subdued, nothing like the wildly flailing and screeching female carried in over the shoulder of a man so large he had to turn sideways and duck to make it through the doorway.

  He watched as the well-shaped woman was gently set on her feet by the giant who made sure she was steady before stepping back. He didn’t step back far enough though as the woman, whose face didn’t matter given the fine creation her body was, balled her fists and pounded on the man’s chest. The giant simply stood there and took her assault. Not flinching until she stepped back and tried to strike him in the groin with her knee. She was blocked and Devin felt his heart leap to his throat when the man set his big hands on either side of her head. Rather than snap her neck, he bent down and kissed her forehead. The so
ft act must have had some witchcraft attached. It was all it took to still the female.

  “You crusty barnacle,” she said with a voice as soft as the lapping waves.

  “Mia?” the commodore called, with no authority at all in his voice.

  “Papa?” The woman spun around, clear surprise on her very beautiful face at seeing the man. “Papa,” she cried out and flung herself against him. “I should’ve known.” Devin saw her arms tighten as she tried to get closer.

  “Mia, my little siren,” the commodore said, pushing her backwards and giving her the same full appraisal Devin was giving her, though for Devin it wasn’t given with a fatherly eye.

  The woman was stunning. Even in the poor lighting, Devin wouldn’t be able to miss those full high breasts, the tight curve of her waist, the flare of her hips, and considering she wore britches, her long trim legs. Her loose flowing shirt covered her ass and the tops of her thighs, though he’d guess they were as fit as the rest of her. The swirling cloud of thick black hair swished wistfully around her knees as the commodore tried to push it back from her face.

  “Look at you. Have you grown?” the commodore asked and sounded exactly like Devin thought an over-indulgent father might.