Isabel screameda piercing scream she knew would bring the entire crew to her door. The pounding of boots sounded across the deck and echoed down the ladder. She stared at Hann, aghast, unsure what to do. The young lad made no move toward her. His eyes held neither malicious intent nor lust as they shifted from her to the door. Instead, a quiet appeal breached the distance between them.

"Do not fear me, milady," he whispered.

"Why should I not?" Isabel held her chemise ...