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She swam towards the commodore’s ship, Harper, and was lifted aboard.
The commodore was waiting for her, and he was looking very unhappy. “I request you stay the night, and join me for dinner.”
Capt. Deep was shocked. “What are you going to do to me? Poison the food, make me do heavy labor, give me sleeping pills until you sail me back to Britain and have me arrested?”
“No, it’s nothing like that at all Captain.” The commodore assured her. “I only wish to negotiate terms about our fighting standards and events that carried on in the past.”
Capt. Deep looked at him suspiciously. “What’s in it for you?”
“Are you saying I can’t dine with a pirate?” The commodore laughed.
“Yes.” Capt. Deep didn’t laugh.
The commodore sighed. “To be honest, I had hoped you would tell me a little about my son.”
“I knew it.” Capt. Deep said, shifting her weight to her right foot.
“Well, captain, what do you say?” The commodore asked, reaching out his hand to shake.
Capt. Deep looked at his hand, to her ship, and back at the commodore. “Alright, I’ll stay with you until morning, tell you everything I know about your bloody son, and continue my pirating once more until I be back in Britain.”
She shook his hand and the commodore smiled. “So we have an accord then?”
Capt. Deep let go of his hand. “We have an accord.”