His hands held her fast, stopping her fight or flight instincts and her irrational need to run as though that act alone would save her.
“What’s wrong, lass? Has someone hurt ye?” He gazed over the top of her head seeming to search for a culprit. “Show me who and he’ll regret the day he was born.” His voice roared above the noise of the docks, obviously meant to frighten those around them. It worked because the men of the docks began retreating back to the work they’d been doing before she became the object of their fascination.
“No one’s hurt me.” She barely squeaked out the words, still so out of breath that it was difficult to speak.
“Then why do ye run like a frightened deer?” He drew back, still hanging onto her and tipping his head to the side to see her face better.
The kindness and concern in his eyes were unmistakable. Yes, he was a pirate. A real pirate, but her intuition was telling her she could trust him. “I don’t belong here.”
“Did ye no’ find yer ship?” His voice was calm and the sound of it soothed her.
This was hard enough for her to believe. How could she possibly expect him to understand? “No.” She watched as his eyes searched her face.
Jameson released her from his grasp. “Please doona run.”
“I won’t.” She was touched by the softness of his voice. He wanted to help her and she needed his help more than he knew.
Jameson took her hand and placed it in the crook of his elbow. He covered it with his free hand. They walked through the throngs of men who had only moments before scared her, but now she was embraced in the safety Jameson afforded her as those same men hurried out of their path.
Now that she took the time to really look around, she saw what she should have seen all along. This wasn’t the Bermuda she should have arrived in with Neptune’s Gold. This was Bermuda of old. It was the Bermuda of three hundred years ago and it terrified her. “Where are we going?” It was impossible to keep her voice from shaking.
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