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a man, with a black beard and scarred face. His head was shaven, his shoulders broad as an ox, his hands like mighty paddles. His chest was naked; the skin tattooed with weird symbols, and a wide leather belt above canvas breeches spanned his waist. These were unfastened, his penis jutting out, swaying from side to side as he walked – a powerful weapon, like that of a bull. Sea boots covered his lower legs, and a cutlass swung from an ornamental scabbard. He was one of Armand’s band of cutthroats, his second-in-command, who was feared almost as much as his chief.
    ‘Ah, Johnson, fetch that new girl, the one we took from the Santa Royale .’
    ‘She claims to be the governor of Cuba’s daughter, captain,’ Johnson replied, his deep voice gruff as gravel. Once he had been a mutinous English seaman condemned to death, but had escaped. Like many of Armand’s crew he was a fugitive from justice, signing up under the unlawful flag of piracy.
    ‘More likely to be his whore,’ Armand stated crisply. ‘Bring her here. She shall amuse me for a while.’
    ‘Why bother with her when you have me?’ asked Sabrina, standing tall and straight by his side, very conscious of her position in his household hierarchy.
    He reached out and pinched one of her prominent nipples. ‘It is my wish,’ he said sternly. ‘Do you dare question this?’
    ‘No, master,’ she replied, lowering her head meekly.
    ‘Good. For if I thought for one moment that you were opposing me, then you would take your place on the crosspiece.’
    Swinging a long pliable whip, Johnson went to the back of the cave where several prisoners were chained by the wrists to the rocks. He loosened one of the ringbolts and freed a young woman who cried and protested. He dragged her by a loop of manacle, hauling her along till she stood before Armand. She was a dark-haired beauty, though in disarray, her once fine gown torn and dirty. The ship they had taken had been Spanish, though vessels of any origin were fair game for them – pirates, not buccaneers who only attacked the Castilian navy. Armand showed little mercy to merchant shipping of all nationalities. He had no scruples. All that mattered were fat pickings.
    My mother would die of shame could she but see me! The thought flashed crossed his mind to be rapidly erased. No time to dwell on the past. The here and now was all that mattered. He deliberately focused on the girl trembling before him.
    ‘Please, sir,’ she begged, her huge brown eyes awash with tears. ‘Send me to my father. He will pay any ransom you demand.’
    Armand was conversant with Spanish and he smiled sardonically as he replied in her native tongue, ‘Indeed, and am I to believe you? Are you not a whore transported to the Caribbean in punishment?’
    ‘No, sir, I swear it. My name is Maria Gomez and I’ve recently left a convent in Madrid. Father wanted me to join him now that mama is dead.’
    Armand knew she was telling the truth. She had the air of an innocent girl once surrounded by nuns, but he chose to tease her. ‘I don’t think so, Maria. You are curious about what takes place during the carnal act, aren’t you? Your thoughts dwell on it instead of on prayers to the Virgin Mary. You would like to share my bed, wouldn’t you?’
    Johnson laughed, deep in his belly, and the slaves tittered too, guessing what was to come. When Armand was being jovial he was usually at his worst. Sabrina settled back to watch, quelling her jealousy and saying, ‘Don’t keep her to yourself, master. I want a share in such a fresh young body.’
    Maria shrank back, trying to conceal her breasts and her hairy mound, though this was part-hidden beneath the rags of her satin gown. She couldn’t understand what Sabrina said, but the look in her eyes spoke volumes. Yet, as Armand scrutinised her, so a change took place. She blushed, sighed and reached out as if begging him to hold her, recognising his aristocratic bearing and hoping he would be