"Did you say your last name is Lafitte?" Peyton glanced around the Captain's cabin. "Oh my goodness; a sword, a crew of uncultured men, barrels and barrels of who knows what all…you, Captain, are a pirate! ....I am on a pirate ship!"
"I prefer to call it a cargo ship," Jackson replied, "and I'm sorry to inform you that you won't be staying."
"Oh, please let me stay—I promise I won't be any trouble." Peyton looked longingly into Jackson's eyes with a silent plea.
Jackson sighed, knowing it was a crazy request. "I'll take you as far as Grand Isle—but that's it."
"You'll have to stay hidden until we dock." Jackson glanced around the cabin. " I'll sleep in the bunk room with the men. Where are you planning to sleep?"
"The top bunk here looks fine to me."
"That's Sinbad's bed."
"Your cat? Pirates don't have cats, they have parrots. What kind of pirate are you, anyway?"
Peyton received a pair of raised eyebrows, strongly suggesting that she was pushing her luck.
"Oh, fine, I'll sleep with your cat."
Enjoy the voyage as this romantic comedy erupts upon stormy seas...