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The Yorkshires Go To Sea

“My my, what lovely prey have you caught in your deft clutches this time, darling?”Percival Yorkshire asked earnestly.

“I do believe it’s that irksome reporter Rebecca Demoore, love.” Bianca Yorkshire replied evenly, gripping the struggling young woman tightly.

“Truly; quite a feisty struggler isn’t she?”

“Quite, but we’ll soon take the fight out of her.”

“Indeed,  a few feet tightly drawn rope and a gag should bring her to heel.”

“Hopefully not TOO soon, I do enjoy the noises she’s making.”

“Rather;  but she must be trussed up and silenced if we’re to get underway.”

“Indeed.”

“Relax darling, we’re merely borrowing your vessel to meet a contact and if you’re a good little girl and keep us entertained in the meantime, we might decide NOT to toss you into the bay.”