The aroma of freshly roasted pork lingered near the glowing coals of the bonfire, and out in the bay, moonlight glazed Kestrel's dark hull and glinted off her spars and sharply raked masts. Maeve had not sent her pirate back into the “dungeon” to spend the night. Her every instinct told her to ke...
Brendan whistled as he trudged through Newburyport’s cold and snowy streets, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his tricorne pulled low, his chin tucked into his stock, and his coattails dragging in the drifts behind him. Anticipation sang in his blood, for in one of those pockets was a dinner...
Arriving at the Speckled Hen Inn, Pippa slipped out of the coach before the driver—kept occupied by Elliott—could see her, hurried across the damp courtyard, and stood waiting in the common room. The hour was late, the room deserted. Moments later, the admiral joined her, took her hand, and led h...
A few idle seamen swilled their grog and bemoaned the absence of Delight Foley. A marine stood leaning against his musket, his eyes scanning the mists, his thoughts far away. Ian MacDuff was the officer of the watch and, to relieve the boredom, had brought out his bagpipes, much to the dismay of ...
Peter had no choice: he could either let Damon go about this business alone, or he could follow along to pick up the pieces. "May God be with us all, then," he said, defeatedly. The two men swiftly made their way down into the depths of the ship. If the lower deck was hot, the orlop deck was a ...