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"I can see that, darling You’re doing a row up"

"I have no doubt"

Tristan laughed, before signaling to Mouse--who more often than not went by Martin these days--to keep watch over his eldest girl He crossed the deck and scooped up his four-year-old daughter fro with the wooden blocks he’d carved for her "You’ll be sailing the ship next, Princess"

"Papa! I’m the princess," their eldest shouted

"You’re all princesses," he assured her, before sinking into the chair beside Anne He leaned over toward her and whispered, "You’resoftly, she said, "Don’t let them hear that You’ll have a mutiny on your hands"

They’d purchased a lovely house near the sea They went to bed every night with the sound of the waves crashing against the shore At first after he acquired the yacht, he often took it out for the day But over the years, his solitary sojourns had beconed luxury yachts Mr Peterson oversaw the craftsmen hired to build them They sold them for a princely sum The Princess had been the first Below deck were comfortable accommodations that rivaled many homes

Once or twice a year, they would travel to a distant port Their three daughters were seeing s She suspected that soh to face their father first He would be far worse than her brothers when it cairls with the nannies and go below?" he suggested

"Are you really going to leave your daughter at the hel happen to the brother, isn’t he?" Tristan had hired him to care for the boat, to keep it in top shape He lived in a se near theirs For a child who had been dee man now, he charmed the ladies A talent Anne knew he’d picked up fronaled for the nannies and when their two youngest were safely in their care, she rose and walked to the railing with Tristan

"The sea doesn’t call to you as much anymore, does it?" she asked

"No An hour here or there suits me just fine"

"Do you ever miss it, the life of adventure you led?"

He turned her in his arazed into the pale blue eyes that she’d loved for so long now

"You’re all the adventure I need," he told her before lowering hisher away on the tide of his love