She is oddly calm

“Sorry?!” Red gasped as she pulled away from his embrace. “That was amazing Brenan, even better than I ever dreamed.” His ego swelled with pride, but something wasn't quite right with the way Red was casually pulling her clothes back on. Brenan wasn't exactly sure what kind of reaction he had hoped for, but it was more than Red's matter-of-fact acceptance. Did he expect a declaration of true love? Brenan snorted softly as he pulled his clothes back on. What was he thinking! A man like him was incapable of love, Brennan knew he should be glad Red wasn't pissed at him. If he had screwed up this interview with her because he couldn't keep his hands to himself he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

Brenan tried again to explain before she could walk out of his life again. “I just got done telling you that I don't treat my female crewm....” Red cut him off before he could finish the sentence.

“Let's not make a big deal about this, Ok?” After the slightest hesitation she nodded her head slowly but decisively as if she had reached a decision. “It's not the first time a captain has wanted to sound the waters so to speak. And with the history that you and I had, it was bound to happen Brenan.” Brenan wanted their encounter to mean more than a casual fling, but Red seemed to happy to keep it at just that level. “I have to say that was some of the hottest sex I've ever had.” That made him feel a little better until she added with a mischievous grin. “Of course neither Cindy nor I have had much action these past four years, so I might have just forgotten how good it feels to have a man pumping away deep inside me.” Red strapped a knife back to her leg, and handed him his vest as he finished strapping his holster in place.

Brenan knew he had no right to complain, but he wished he had had time to do some of the stupid romantic things that men were supposed to do before they got to jump into a woman's skirt. Perhaps sensing his mood, Red smacked him on the arm sharply enough to bring him back to reality.

“You say you want me as your first officer, well here's a test. I've worked with Cindy these past four years. If she’s not as seaworthy as I claim, you can ride away and forget any of this ever happened.” Then she added with a laugh that sounded just a little ****. “That is, if you think you've recovered enough to give her a fair shot.” They walked back to the cabin in silence; Brenan wondering if Red had really just suggested that he check out Cindy as thoroughly as he had her and Red clearly lost in thoughts of her own. However before he could figure out how to clarify the situation, they were close enough to the cottage and Red yelled for her niece.

“Cindy you have five minutes to get the skiff in the water and ship-shape. Move it girl!” The door was flung open and Cindy sprinted to the beach her bare legs flashing as her skirt lifted against her thighs. “Don’t you help her either Captain, she’s done this drill so often she can do it in the middle of the night. Go watch.” Brenan took two steps after Cindy before he turned back again to Red.

“Davy’s horse is up on the path, can you take off his gear and water him?” Red nodded at Brenan and moved up the beach towards the tree line, as both women moved in different directions he decided that he liked Red’s easy gait even more than Cindy’s energetic running. Moving after the younger woman he had no doubt she'd be just as reliable a sailor as Red claimed, but it was pleasant to watch her work all the same. He cleared the cottage in time to see Cindy rock the skiff over onto its keel. As he approached he saw her step the mast and attach the boom and halyard. With a heave that revealed the muscles in her back and shoulders needed by every sailor, Cindy started the skiff sliding down a set of runners that had been laid into the sand.

Once the small boat was in motion, it took less **** to keep it going at a steady pace and in less than two minutes it was bobbing neatly in the ocean breakers. Cindy waved to Brenan

“Climb aboard Captain, and then I’ll take her out over the swells and we can get going.” Brenan kicked off his boots and tossed them into the back of the boat. He waited for a wave to recede and followed it over the wet sand stepping into the stern of the boat and then moving quickly to the front so he would be out of the way. With the next swell Cindy drove the boat into deeper water, wading behind it until they were six or seven meters from the shore. As she pushed herself up on the stern gunwale her breasts threatened to explode from her cotton top, but then her long toned leg swung over the side and she slipped into the seat next to the rudder.

The next bit was the trickiest part of the whole operation, Cindy had to raise the sail and catch the wind before the surf and steady breeze beached the skiff on the sand again. She moved with precision and efficiency and Brenan probably should have been paying more attention to Cindy, but all he could think about was Red and her almost casual reaction to their passionate coupling. He **** himself to watch Cindy handle the sail; she moved with economical efficiency as she guided the boat smoothly through the protected waters of the cove, and Brenan was curious to see how she would do when they cleared the wooded arm that sheltered Red’s cottage and bay.

No sooner had the full breeze hit the agile skiff than Cindy moved to the windward side and the skiff surged forward heeling sharply to the side. Her face lit up as the wind whipped the hair across her face and she leaned even further from the boat and called out to Brenan.

“Sir, if you join me here, she said patting the gunwale by her side I can really show you her paces.” Brenan responded good naturedly, moving to her side to help balance the boat. The girl’s spirit was infectious and it was a relief to have something t o keep his mind occupied other than continually replaying his recent encounter with Red. Soon the two were leaning far out over the whitecaps together getting every Newton of **** out of the brisk wind that pressed the sail fiercely. After five minutes or so of pushing the skiff to the limits of its capability, Cindy set the skiff’s course for a small cove lined with rocks on both side. As the sail boat slipped into the calm waters of the cove Cindy heaved the anchor over the side and released the sail bundling it around the boom as it dropped.

“Wait there Captain, I’ll be right back” With that the girl moved to the front of the boat and turning her tanned back to him she slipped the cotton top from her tanned shoulders. When her damp skirt dropped to the wooden floor of the skiff Brennan noticed with amusement that Cindy wore a ship's knife strapped to her right thigh just like her aunt. Wearing only a very skimpy pair of panties she glanced over her shoulder at Brenan, flashed him a provocative smile and dove deep into the clear blue waters under the anchored skiff. Brennan could not help but compare the pretty young woman to Red. Her build was more slender than her aunt's and her skin was unblemished, lacking the many scars that Red had received in her years of pirating. He caught only a glimpse of her breasts as her lean pale body flashed downwards clearly visible in the clean waters but he imagined they'd be smaller and firmer... Brenan felt himself growing uncomfortably hard as he watched her swim. He could see her gliding alone the rocky bottom of the cove with her knife in her hand searching among the boulders and plants on the seabed. She surfaced after about thirty seconds bobbing in the gentle swells with two green objects in her hand.

Brenan immediately recognized them. In markets they were sold as ‘sea apples’, but all sailors referred to them as ‘sea cocks’ because the shape of the ‘apple’ was much more like a cucumber than an apple. Cindy pulled her body close to the side of the rocking boat hooking her arms and shoulders on the side of the boat and modestly hiding her naked breasts behind the side of the skiff. Reaching across the narrow boat she held one of the two swollen fruits to Brenan.

“These are one of my favorites!” The nearly naked girl stated easily. “I love the taste of the juices gushing into my mouth, don’t you?” Cindy asked as she seductively licked the end of the fruit. The invitation was unmistakable, Cindy was at the same time sweet and innocent and as provocative as a night walker. In case Brenan was missing the signals Cindy added as she nibbled on the bumpy end of the sea apple.

“Captain, I would do anything” stressing the word “to sign with your crew. Isn’t there any other skill you’d like to evaluate?”