Finn was furious! Amused, but furious. After breakfast, he'd let Avery loose on his ship, there was nowhere for her to go and she'd sort of promised to stay put. An hour later, Scurvy had come to him and told him the men were not working. He'd made his way out of his captain's cabin where he'd been looking at maps to find his men chatting, yes, sitting and chatting with Avery.
To his men's credit, they'd scattered when they'd seen him, but she'd looked up at him, challenge and yes, a bit of confusion in her eyes. He'd plucked her up then stared at her clothes. She'd changed from his shirt, that she wore as a dress, to his shirt, tucked into a pair of leather pants, the way it clung to her curves it must have been, Jock, who'd given her one, she had soft boots on too, also Jock, as he was
