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‘Get out, Rhiannan, get out! Run! Hide! Run!’ her mother screamed between cries of pain, her eyes watering with shame.
Rhiannan grabbed Jemima and the green shawl and fled.

Horror upon horror waited to change his life; from the lad that whistled his way home with his brace of six fine fish from his Birthday relaxing in the sun by the river, to only God knew what.

Belatedly she realised she’d not registered any horrendous disfigurement of his face by the lash; all she could remember was his eyes.

She went back down to the fisherman’s cove and found the fisherman not there. Deciding there and then she had nothing to stay around for, she turned and began the long walk back to the other village.

‘Old cow! Just because her parents ended up dead in Australia doesn’t mean everyone needs to be old and bitter before their time.’

‘Old cow! Just because her parents ended up dead in Australia doesn’t mean everyone needs to be old and bitter before their time.’

He was dangerous and exciting and Rhiannan sat for the rest of the trip happily in silence wondering about the exciting life the highwayman lived.

Feeling in possession of a mighty dignity Rhiannan collected her bag and walked down the path and away without another look back.

Feeling in possession of a mighty dignity Rhiannan collected her bag and walked down the path and away without another look back.

‘Well where’s this captain?’ she asked getting to her feet. ‘Best I introduce myself if I’m to sail with him.’

‘Well where’s this captain?’ she asked getting to her feet. ‘Best I introduce myself if I’m to sail with him!’

‘Maloney!’ he bellowed and instantly the man was awake and to his feet crouching, dagger in hand, ready for attack. ‘Where did that bloody Grouse get that damned ground hog, Jake?’

‘If a word of this is spread by your tongue, I’ll take it from your head with my teeth.’
Furness all but wet himself. ‘Aye Mate, not a word.’ He pledged, fear bleeding from his eyes

‘If a word of this is spread by your tongue, I’ll take it from your head with my teeth.’
Furness all but wet himself. ‘Aye Mate, not a word.’ He pledged, fear bleeding from his eyes

But what of Rhiannan? When they finally made Rio she could take her leave if she chose. She could also dob him into the English if she chose.

Finally she spoke again. ‘I need her forgiveness for killing them both.’
Michael’s blood ran cold as the breeze lifted against them rising goose bumps on his skin.

She was just so beautiful and in such a pensive pose his heart ached to touch her. Finally she spoke again. ‘I need her forgiveness for killing them both.’ Michael’s blood ran cold

‘I take it she said yes?’ Maloney asked, the crew grinning from ear to grubby, and in one case missing, ear.
‘Yes.’ Michael beamed ‘Maloney your services will definitely be required.’

‘There’s sickness in there!’ they suddenly heard Maloney call and abruptly Michael sprung into action grabbing Jake and shoving him into her bed, boots and all.

Was it her George? He could be the right age. She struggled to remember what the man had looked like. Dark hair. No it couldn’t be her George he was red haired like her.