Wheeling Gull Isle the beatings will continue until morale improves

To his complete lack of understanding, she was still insistent that she would not be his wife. She was a perplexing creature to the Captain, who had never before been refused such as this. He wondered, though briefly, if her tune would change had she known the treatment reserved for his wives. It could be said that the crew served the Captain, but that the Captain served his wives. One may even describe him as kind when remarking on the way he tended them.

Ferahgo did not take refusal lightly; he was accustomed to being obeyed, to getting his own way. Had she been anyone else, she would have found his teeth were far more punishing than they had been on the shore days ago, if not fatal. But she was an object of obsession for him, perhaps even more so that she stubbornly went against him.

"Ye have character now," shrugged the Captain, who did not think that the marks upon her otherwise flawless form detracted from the fineness he favored her for. "I have not seen Habit." He answered. "Do ye fancy him?"