luck's tor part four

        "Who's that down there? On the strand."
        Johnny Luck pointed toward a person in black. Lean, sinewy like a man, with sun-bronzed shoulders, and wearing a wetvest and swimming trunks. Sloshing through ankle-deep foam.
        Pirate Jenny lifted her eyepatch and pretended to employ her missing eye.
        "Dunno, Mister Luck."
        "Man or woman?"
        The stranger's hair was long and white as refined sugar. Flowing rapids-like from beneath a floppy straw sombrero.
         "Can't tell anything," Pirate Jenny blustered. "Avast, mate! Hand me me spyglass!"
         "Aye aye."
         "Beachcomber evidently. I'm going to get aquainted."
         "Suit yourself. I'm about to go crabbing. The Dutchman's."
         "OK, love."
       

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          It was a woman with glittering gray eyes who looked up and waved.
          "Hello, pirate lass."
          "Howdy. Friends call me Jen."
          "Stinkers call me Speedboat."
          "Where're you staying?"
          "Yon big house."
          "Ah, the old McEwan place."
          "McEwan has been gone a long time."
          "Oh, I know. I knew his wife. Bernice."
          "It's owned now by my friends Kit and Kat."
          "Like the candy?"
          "Yup."