Doug fought the urge to snap to along with his men. “At ease,” he ordered. He’d never get used to it. Not the boatswain pipes and the bells hailing him on and off the ship. Not the responsibility for a crew of five thousand men and women. Certainly, not the call to attention and deadpan silence t...
He unwound the scarf from his neck and hung the borrowed winter coat on the rack, then he locked the rifle back in the cabinet. He’d rather have the weapon within easy reach, but locking it up was a concession to Ben’s safety. But of course, he kept his handgun on him. He ...