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of the battle they had today.  Her captive though, who knew when was the last time she had more than a hand bath since she had left England.  While she did not smell badly, there was enough odor to her skin that the captain felt like indulging her.  Besides, it might relax her a bit.  She herself could bathe with considerably less water and she kept her eyes lowered, but watched the blonde out of the corner of them.  She saw her considering the swords that hung from the bedstead and decide not to attempt anything with them.  She was not a fool; she had gauged her well.
    Quickly, she washed her body and her hair.  She hated the salt water that seemed to always be in her locks, but it seemed the spray was always about when she was on deck, even on the bridge.  She loved being a sea captain and this was a necessary evil.  She worked a different soap into her hair, one she was running low on, but it helped protect her dried and damaged hair from the sea water and left it smooth and silky when she was done.  She rinsed her hair and her body, using the hair remover on her own legs, privates, and underarms.  Rinsing herself with a pail of cold water, she then unplugged the tub for the last time as she rose up and wrapped a towel around her own wet body and another around her hair.
    When the tub was empty, she rinsed it with a small amount of cold water one last time before lifting it back on its hinges into the cabinet and closing the doors.  Rubbing her red tresses, she dried her hair as much as she could before hanging the towel up on a hook.  Pulling out a brush, she began to pull the snarls from her long hair.  When it was smooth down her back and considerably drier she pulled out the excess hair from the brush and walked over to her captive, who sat primly there in the bed, watching her warily and said, “Here, you might want to brush out your hair.”  She walked back over to her closet, pulled out a robe and exchanged the damp towel for it,-unconscious of her nakedness-before covering it again with the robe, which she cinched tight.
    Claire began to brush out her blonde hair.  Used to having help with the longer areas, she had difficulty reaching them.  She did not dare let the blanket fall below her shoulders, which made it awkward and impossible to brush her hair out completely.  It was then that she realized her maid Audrey had not been seen since the attack.  She wondered what had become of her.  She almost asked the captain, but kept her silence.  She realized she could not expect help from the captain who had made this sinful bargain with her; she could only imagine the fate of her maid.
    The captain hung the towel that Claire had used, on a hook, as well as the two towels they had used for their hair.  She sat back down at the table to study some papers before rolling them up and putting them in a hole in the desk.  Lowering the lamps one by one, she left one on near the bed.
    Claire was still struggling with her hair and brushed it automatically as she realized the time had come for her sin to begin.  She was afraid, she admitted to herself.
    “Here, let me do that,” the captain offered, as she held out her hand for the brush.
    A surprised Claire handed her the brush and turned to offer the captain her back to reach the longer tendrils of hair. 
    The captain brushed out the long hair, admiring the way the light shone on the blonde colors.  The washing had brought out some of the highlights that would be beautiful in the light of day.  Now it was soft, not as soft as if she had used the captain’s hair soap, but soft enough in its own way.  The captain brought a hank of it to her nose to feel the texture and smell it.  It made her want to groan.  She continued to brush it out until all the snarls were gone.  She grinned to herself, she would put more snarls back in it.  It was still damp, as was her own, and making love to this woman would cause many more snarls.
    She put the brush