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unreasonable anger towards her husband over the same thoughts that had crossed her mind on many other occasions.   Usually, it just left her depressed.   Right now, she wanted to rip his neatly hanging wardrobe from the hangers and stomp on them.   When she reached onto the bed for her duffle, a wave of dizziness coursed through her, and she had to steady herself with a hand on the heavy wooden bedpost.   After it passed, she picked up her canvas bag and headed downstairs.
     
    The weather was sunny and surprisingly warm for November, and the temperature in the Caymans would be a balmy eighty to ninety degrees.   Hannah had been following the weather on the television, and she was confident they would have clear sailing around Cuba.   There, they would tweak their direction a little to the West.
     
    Marsha was already suggesting they stop by Tortuga if they were ahead of schedule.   Two years ago, she announced her brain was becoming numbed with boredom, and she decided to trace her family’s history.   One day by Beth’s pool she announced excitedly, “Guess what I found out?   I have a great, great … fuck it, I don’t remember how many greats there were… grandfather, who was a pirate near Haiti.”
     
    She really was going nuts, Monique decided, because the story concluded with the unlikely relative going on two raids before being caught and hanged.   Still, it became a hobby for Marsha to continue tracking her lineage and following her new passion for anything to do with pirates.   Monique was almost jealous of Marsha for discovering a distraction she enjoyed that kept her occupied, and one that Lee did not seem to object to.
     
    Thelma sashayed her way down the pier, with stray wisps of her curly red hair that had escaped the clip fluttering around her pretty face.   She was a naturally seductive woman with a voluptuous figure, which she employed whenever she wanted something.   Right now, she wanted the poor twenty-year old kid who was washing down the outside of a yacht two berths down from where their sailboat was docked.   “Hey, honey, would you mind snapping a picture of me and my friends before we sail?”
     
    The young man stuttered his agreement, and obviously enjoyed watching the attractive women pose.   They had the signature look of pampered wives but none of the air of superiority he usually had to endure from the snobs.   As he snapped the second picture, he decided he would take any one of them, hell, maybe more than one, if given the opportunity.   But, the redhead simply planted a quick peck on his cheek, thanked him warmly, and sent him back to his task.
     
    While Hannah and Beth idled the sailboat out to sea, Thelma and Patti began grinding out frozen concoctions in the blender, and the rest of them stored the gear in the cabins below.   They spent the day sunning in their bikinis and taking turns at the helm, while the never ending supply of daiquiris kept their thirst quenched.   Dolphins broke the surface of the water beside them, racing and playing with the sailboat until some new adventure caught their attention.
     
    By the next day they knew they were making good time, and Marsha was already wheedling for them to dock in Tortuga the next afternoon for a few hours of exploring.   Try as they would, the other women just could not seem to muster Marsha’s excitement, but they went along with her plan because she seemed so impassioned.
     
    Thelma’s bright, slightly inebriated eyes flashed when she said, “I could do with being ravished by a handsome pirate, about now.”
     
    The young women secured the sails and dropped anchor, enjoying the tropical colors of sunset while evening came upon them.   After drinking rum in the hot sun all day, the girls drifted off to their cabins without even bothering to turn on any lights, and they were all sleeping soundly within minutes of climbing into bed as the sailboat gently rocked them.
     
    By dawn, Deegan had been