"Really?" The shape she was in? Only Flint could make so uncomplimentary and basic a remark. Only Flint could let his eyes flicker over her while he did too. As if there was nothing wrong with what he said and she should be flattered. "I'm sorry? And you want what? To be a gentleman?"
"Louise-Ann just wants to get to England."
"Oh? So she's working her passage?"
If Louise-Ann wanted to go to England, wouldn't it be better to smile nicely and find out when and where, though? To befriend these women if necessary? To play along with whatever devious little scheme he'd hatched?
After all, extricating herself, Susan, and her unborn baby intact from this situation, with the least amount of damage to her reputation, was all that counted here. If Lady Margaret got wind of the fact Fury had sailed on a pirated vessel with Captain Flint, who was one and the same as the Captain Ames who had helped her in the matter of her missing husband, she'd be cut off without a single farthing.