What are you doing?” Caitlin yelled as the black-bearded man whom her lover had just decked groaned and tried to lift his head. “Why did you hit him when he and his men helped you overtake Moreau?” Ignoring her questions, Bryce continued to glower at the felled man, who now struggled to sit up while muttering, “I guess I deserved that wicked right hook of yours for thinking you’d be glad to see me, eh, Bryce?” “Why should I be glad to meet up with a smuggler named Eddie Teach?” “So you figured it out.” The younger man grinned, making Caitlin gasp. “Eddie Teach?” she asked uncertainly, thinking how very much the bearded smuggler looked like… Her eyes were wide when she whipped back around to Bryce and asked, “Is he who I think he is?” “He’s Eddie Teach,” Bryce repeated sarcastically. “Descendent of the scourge of the Caribbean, Edward Teach—or the pirate Blackbeard, as you might know him.” He stared down at the man on the deck, who now sat with his knees up and ankles crossed, pretending a lack of concern Caitlin instinctively knew to be false.
