Okay, thank Goodness! I've most of my fingernails intact! Good grief, I'd forgotten there were feral hogs on the islands. Having been chased a time or two, when I unfortunately interrupted their progress, I so relate to the availability of low branches! Sent me scrabbling into a tank one time just cos it was easier...

The first bit was best delight...even if only in my dreams as the song goes. Yes, I can see why he would find Harry's attention just right and be eager to return to complete his dream.

No fun to get cactus nailed either, poor Jack, I've never seen him to be an eager or reluctant botanist...so it's twice yuck. Poor baby. Love this story, and oh, how sweet the observations about Anne and having a daughter of his own to shepard--he will surely acquire daily gray hairs when he's in port. She's wind him so tight around her little finger until Harry puts her foot down over indulgence.