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hold of one of her breasts. “Huge tits! I z take great pleas ure in shafting you z and whipping you z some more if you z misbehavin’. ”
    “ Mais je vous connais! You once visited our plantation with your maitre !”
    “Yeh and I remember z you z . You z liked to watch the slave whippin’s and you z used to come for some black cock from time to time when master away.”
    He made her sit down at the ship’s side and chained her yoke to the ring along from her daughter.
    “Iz gonna leave youz now. Therez empty buckets for youz to use and fresh water in the buckets over there.”
    He put out the lamps and left them in the dark. Then he made his way back up to see Quinn in her cabin, Swift was with her.
    “Iz left ‘em chained  as you asked cap’n. And cap’n - the ma recognised me.”
    Quinn smiled. “But she didn’t recognise me! I guess I’ve changed a lot. After all I’m thirteen years older and I’ve been through a lot. We’ve had a good night. Have some rum Fletch.”
    Swift looked up at Quinn, puffing on his clay pipe. “What’s the plan now cap’n?”
    “The rendezvous for the exchange is in four days, at the eastern end of Green Island just east of Nonsuch Bay, Antigua. I want to be in British waters with plenty of known coves to hide in. We will also have the protection of the forts either side of the entrance to Nonsuch Bay, particularly Fort Harmon the nearest. They won’t know we’re pirates, we’ll be flying the red ensign. This should deter Pierre de Moncey from using the French Navy.”
    Swift laughed. “It seems ironic that as pirates we’re going to use British forts to protect us! What’s to be done with the daughter? She’s a nice young girl. Can we use her?”
    “No, we don’t want to spoil the merchandise. We’ll see what she’s made of though. It would be nice to ruin her for her husband to be.” Quinn got up to get a cigar. “To get there we’ll retrace our route back to Antigua on the Caribbean side and once north of Guadeloupe we’ll make our way to the south east of Antigua and the Atlantic. It’s around one hundred and fifty miles and should take us three days if all goes well. I left instructions in my note to De Moncey that he’s to come ashore alone at Man Of War Point with the gold. We’ll put a small party at the rendezvous point the day before to keep a lookout. On the morning of the exchange Françoise and Sarah will be taken to the point. The location is good because we can also off load some of our booty at Conk Point afterwards and have it transported to our hiding place near Harmony Hall. The Scorpion will stay anchored close by to the north - out of view.”
    Swift looked puzzled. “You didn’t mention the mother?”
    Quinn paused to light her cigar. “I’ve other plans for her. Besides we need to keep some collateral in case the count gets tricky. We’ll think about releasing her at a later date.”
    Swift was not happy. “But we may lose her ransom and end up with the French Navy after us for months!”
    “Look, the count will have no choice except to pay us both ransoms and the French Navy’s always after us, so what’s the problem?”
    Swift was still puzzled. “What are we going to do with her then?”
    “For the next few weeks we’re going to keep her chained below. We’re going to whip her and use her. She owes me.”
     
    Quinn, or Christine Cartwright as she was known then, had also, like Sarah, once worked on the D e Moncey plantation on Grand Terre, Guadeloupe. She was only eighteen when she first arrived there and was employed to look after the young four year old Françoise as well as to teach English to her and the countess Danielle de Moncey. Danielle, who was in her early thirties at the time, had become jealous of Christine’s youth and beauty. She also knew that her husband Pierre had been using her.
    After Christine had been there for a couple of years, there had been one incident after dinner when Danielle had