Paris. August 1720. Secretary, herein accept my most obedient salute and salvation. It has come to my understanding that the ship Vendeen, Captain Jean Minot master, has come across a large vessel of some twenty-four and more guns these two days past, west of Calais. I do not believe this vesse...
At the time he thought Devlin a creature of his own making, fresh and new. Then came The Island, the French gold, and John Coxon, bitter and vengeful. Another year, and the hunt for the letters of the Jesuit priest – the porcelain adventure – and Coxon had been there also....
From the small calico tent that was his sentry post on the west of the island he could see for twenty miles all around him. The wind whipped at the sides of the tent but it was warm and always dry under the blue skies. He spent the hours of his watch with charcoal and paper, refining the multitud...