The Prize had come to port in Jamaica, and to Lucky’s surprise the Archer had not put her off. The sailors enjoyed their leave wail their Captain made arrangements for the rest of their journey.
Lucky ran her fingers over his lips as she thought about Tristan. There was still a tingly feeling. It might just be her first kiss, but then again it might have been something else.
There was a knock on her door, Lucky sat up, “come in.” she said.
The captain came in.
“Captain,” Lucky said, “to what do I owe the honor of this visit.”
“We will be shipping off soon, and I thought we might check your compass again.”
Lucky smirked, “Do you believe in my compass yet?”
“When we find the Lorain I will believe it.” He answered.
Lucky opened her compass up and watched the needle, “South by south west,” she went over to the map on the desk in her cabin.
“Something wrong?” archer looked over her shoulder.
“No, I just think they might be headed around South America.”
“Well if they do, “the caption said, “we will follow them.” He started to leave and then turned, “Oh I forgot.” He put a package on her bed.