Jean watched the sleeping Vir for a few moments. She grinned slightly before leaving the man alone to meet her father in the upper cabin, the wheelhouse.
Juan smiled broadly when he saw his daughter approaching him.
"What did you get?" he asked.
"How much for a poacher like him?" asked Jean.
"Hmm, let me think," replied Juan. "He's young and healthy. Fifty gold coins, I think. That's a fair price for him."
Juan glanced again at his daughter.
"Why?" he asked. "I thought you liked him."
"Oh, come on, Dad..." Jean giggled and went over to her father, hugging him tightly.
The father-daughter relationship was more intimate than it should have been, they even kissed quite wildly.
"You know me," Jean said. "I love you more than anything in the world."
"Oh, my girl..." Juan chuckled. "You can always make me happy. I'm lucky to have you, darling."
