Written for the First Line Challenge. The first line comes originally from one of Victoria P's stories.

When they return to the ship, he can't stop touching her. She returns the favor, musket fire and sword clash still echoing in her head. It's what she likes least about this life, the danger to her treasure.

He's told her he thinks her the same, and she wonders if he's considered tying her to the bed and bolting the cabin door. She has. There's always the chance the ship will be boarded, though, so she takes the risk of keeping him close, and runs threats through without a qualm.

She's a pirate, after all, and she guards what's hers.

~END~