The pilot bellowed commands and the galley heaved itself sharply to starboard as Lady Ishbel Blackhope appeared, squeezing her golden skirt up the narrow steps to the poop deck. The pilot, helmsman, and various other crewmen hung their heads in shame. “Went off course, mistress,” said the pilot, holding up a chart for her to see and dragging his finger to the place where they had found themselves. “Who is responsible?” Lady Ishbel asked, her mouth set in a line. All eyes swiveled toward the wretched helmsman. “No food or water for you until eight bells tomorrow. You, take over.” Another sailor took charge of the tiller, and Ishbel turned back to the pilot. “Change course to catch Marin’s ship.” “We lost it in the mists, mistress.” The pilot looked worried. Lady Ishbel flung her braid over her shoulder. “Find it again. Make the men row as hard as they can. Seven knots — nine, even!” The lookout’s voice came from the crow’s nest. “Man on rocks!” Lady Ishbel and the crew peered over the side.
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