Augusta’s hand was already between her legs. It was the work of a moment to induce an orgasm, one so strong it shook her to the core. Something had detonated in her mind, something she never knew was there. She began to see that s*x might take many forms. It had never been less than exciting with Lawrence; but perhaps that was not the be all and end all of it. Mercifully, she was spared the captain’s attentions that evening; his lust had been sated by the native girl. And then, later on, when Augusta might have feared his ardour would be regenerated, came a development none of them had foreseen. Two hours after they had set sail, leaving Reunion behind, it began to blow. Storms, of course, were a common event at sea; they had already weathered two or three on this voyage. But the force of
