~Grace O'Malley~

He was as tentative as her, nervous, hesitant, slightly uncertain. She offered a glass, half filled with a smooth burgandy wine.
"I should get back to my ship." Tigernan finished the last drop and set the glass down on the wooden table.
"Nonsense" Gracie poured him another glass. Then she stepped over to the closet, pushed aside the maps and purposly started digging in a oak trunk.
She turned with her arms full of cured animal skins, a nice bundle, enough for bedding.
Gracie dropped the double armload onto the floor in a big heap. She began speading them out into layers with her feet. she propped a small foot stool nest to the makeshift bed on the floor and st the two wine glasses on the stool.
"There, now come and sit with me. Enjoy the firelight." Gracies cabin had a small spot for a fire place. It was used rarely, as the cause of a lost spark could set the whole vessal a blaze. She kept it a small contolled fireplace, never taking her eye from it.

Tigernan removed his sword and belt, lyeing it on the floor next to the stool. Then he knelt down on the bed of furs.

There was a long awkward silence.