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she thought not.
    Tina wanted to ask how she was feeling and then thought that was odd.  She had never asked one of her lovers what they were feeling, or their thoughts for that matter.  She had taken what she wanted from them, learning when she was young, then taking what she needed when she was older and more experienced.  Most had known what to do and taken just as much, but few had been unknowing of a woman’s loving, and none had ever stirred her.  She wanted to comfort this one, she wanted to talk to her, and Tina found this reaction strange. 
    A while passed and Tina realized Claire had fallen asleep.  Smiling ruefully, her own body wishing to find release, she suppressed her feelings.  She had gotten some satisfaction in knowing what she had drawn out of Claire’s body.  She covered both of them, tucking in the sleeping blonde, and blew out the light.
     
    * * * * *
     
    When Claire woke up the next morning she found that her chest had been delivered and she could dress.  She found a sewing packet and spent a little time repairing her torn shift and blouse.  Using the captain’s brush, she brushed out her long tangled hair and pinned it back.  She did not dare put it up, as having it down signified she was still a virgin.  She wondered, after last night, was she?  She blushed as she thought about the previous night and what the captain had done to her.  She admitted to herself that she had enjoyed it.  It had not been so bad, and then she wondered how much more she was in for.  There was a knock on the door and she called, “Come in.”  The pirate who had delivered their supper the night before brought in a large platter with dishes laden down with food.  Behind him, the captain came in dressed in pants and a new scarlet-colored shirt.  The contrast from the white one of yesterday was striking.  It clashed with her red hair, but apparently the woman did not care.  The pirate quickly put down the platter and left with a slight salute to the captain and closed the door behind him.
    “Good morning,” the captain said to her, examining her with her intense green eyes.
    “Good morning,” Claire replied, automatically looking anywhere but at the redhead.
    Tina smiled, she could see the telltale blush on the blonde’s face.  She leaned over and lifted Claire’s chin.  “You have nothing to be ashamed of,” she told her.
    “I am sure that man knew exactly what we did in here last night,” she said, as she tried not to look into those green eyes, and failed.  She settled for looking out of the corners of her eyes.
    They lit up in delight.  “Of course he does.  Everyone on this ship knows I take men and women as lovers.  They would think it odd if I did not.”  She released Claire’s chin and began to look over the dishes before helping herself to breakfast.
    “You take men and women as lovers?” Claire felt brave enough to ask.
    The captain nodded as she spooned up porridge and sat down to eat.
    “B-b-but how can you?” Claire asked, horrified.  The idea of choosing your lover was beyond her; she certainly had not had a choice!
    “I do what I want when I want,” the captain said forcefully and began to serve herself.  Indicating the food, she offered, “Help yourself.”
    Claire could not imagine having freedom such as that.  Her father had made most of her decisions for her, and in his stead, his servants.  She could not think of having such freedom.  But lovers?  More than one?  That boggled the mind, as she absentmindedly helped herself to the dishes offered.  Concentrating on the food, she realized there were fresh eggs and bacon among the offerings.  “You have eggs and bacon?  On a ship?” she asked.
    The captain nodded and talking around her food answered, “We keep chickens on board, not only for their eggs, but in case we have to eat them.  The pig we got just last week, and the sides of ham and bacon will keep indefinitely if smoked and hung