“Hmm -- Captain Sparrow is not someone who easily gives up his catch. And I doubt Bonaparte, or his men, will go back to captivity willingly or meek...y. However, we will deal with that problem when it arises.”I was in the cabin I shared with Lieutenant Hunter, writing a letter to Annette-- which I hoped to put on an England-bound ship at Cape Town - when I heard the lookout cry “Sail Ho!”Over the last weeks we had come across several ships, and apart from exchanging news as the vessels passed. The bus filled up and I deliberately looked out of the window ignoring everyone who tried to sit next to me until out of the corner of my eye I felt someone staring at me so I had to look and was pleasantly surprised to see a very attractive young lady who had a big overcoat with a hood up so I hadn’t seen her in the queue. I later found out here name was Luce and boy was she a stunner, quite tall with long blonde hair wearing a very tight black business suite over a white blouse. She took her. He was calling my mobile I guess he was tensed that I took it seriously. After lot of hesitation, I called him back in the afternoon, and he was soon to say, sorry aunty if I hurt you, it’s just my personal wish and that would not bother you in anyway. I said him, its ok nothing problem and asked whether he can come to my home this afternoon, as it is half day on Saturday’s. He readily accepted my invitation and he told he would surely come.It was around 2.30 in the afternoon when the bell. “Whoa, you’re home,” she said.“As usual,” I said, glancing up at the clock for support.“Yes, yes of course,” she said. She looked, something, stressed, something.“Abby?” I said. She sighed. She looked up at me and didn’t smile.“Sam, we’re pregnant. I just got back from the doctor’s. It’s for sure,” she said. I hadn’t had a clue that she even might be. I sat down at the kitchenette table.“Okay, great,” I said, my look not as calm as my words, not nearly so, I was sure of that. “Do we know.