The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 6 Page 5

“It is not for such as I, fine gentlemen,” she said, and her sharp eyes were roving busily about the schooner, appraising values like a veritable pirate. “Keep thy courtesies for better than I.”

“Better than you, girl?” Venner’s tone was incredulous. He was taking mental stock of the priceless pearls about Pascherette’s dainty throat. “To be found here?”

“If not here, where shall ye find such a one as my mistress?” Pascherette retorted saucily.

“Your mistress?”

“Without doubt. I am but a slave, my lady is the queen, Dolores.”

“A queen — a white woman?” stammered Venner.