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- “Thank you, Captain Sparrow!” Mistress Goodwright hesitated in the doorway as Jack placed his tricorne on a row of hooks, then stepped out of his shoes. He took off his coat, then looked back up at her, wondering why she was still there. “Um…” she cast her eyes down modestly as she blushed, “Captain Sparrow, would you like me to…scrub your back?”
- Jack rolled his eyes. “Madam,” he said, patiently, “I thought time was of the essence?”
- “Yes, yes, you’re right, of course,” she moved backward.
- “And close that door, if you please,” Jack ordered, shrugging out of his waistcoat.
- The door swung closed…but he didn’t hear it click. Jack began unbuttoning his shirt. “All the way, Mistress Goodwright,” he said.
- The door clicked shut.
- ***
- The Price of Freedom, Chapter 7
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