It was nearly midnight when you and Mary strolled along a beach in Nassau. She was still disguised as James, with her hair tied up. It was astonishing how she could transform as a woman to resembling a man in mere seconds. You were still trying to figure out how you didn't notice it before.

In a quick motion, she freed her hair, allowing it to cascade over her shoulders. "I'll allow ye to touch it." She remarked, sitting down on a rock. You sat beside her and began to glide your fingers through her hair. Taken out of context, this appeared very non-straight. "But this stays between us, or I'll unman you as well." She teased? She was capable of doing it.