The captain bowed again, walked around the fray, and hurried to the side of Barbados.
“Ha!” the pirate cried. “You must have made haste to get here in such season.”
“I almost killed two horses,” the captain said.
“In such eager haste to see the wench, eh? And have you seen her?”
“She is safe and sound. She made an attempt to escape, but your woman stopped her.”
“I wish you joy of the wench. There is too much of the fire of anger in her makeup to suit me,” Barbados declared, laughing raucously. “She ripped my forearm with a dagger and killed one of my men aboard ship. The taming of her will take more than an hour’s time, commandante!”
“Leave that to me!” Ramón said. “There are other things to be discussed now.”
“And what?”
“Step aside!” Ramón commanded.
They walked some distance, to a spot where they would not be overheard.