Meet me in the aft hold. Now. Everett studied the scribbled note. Something seemed off. Maybe it was the tattered piece of handbill the message was written upon. Maybe it was because not many people knew he was aboard. He raised his voice as loudly as he dared, “Who gave this to you?” The man shr...
No. Landon had explained how he would wrap his arms around her knees and lift her up. He was strong enough to do so effortlessly, but she still wasn’t comfortable with being lifted off the ground in the total darkness. “I’m ready.” She tried to sound nonchalant, but her voice came out thin. Hol...
She helped the crew over the next few hours. They lowered each sail and soaked it with water, to force the fibers to expand and hold as much wind as possible. After Keelan had done her part, she sat on one of the water barrels and observed as her husband stood with legs braced and called his crew...