The rising sun gave the world shape. She had preferred the muted shadows. Morning would make it easier for the soldiers guarding her to kill Drew. They said they wanted him alive, but she didn’t believe that. Their heavy arsenal of weapons told her as much. No matter how many times she insisted Drew would not come for her, dread tickled her belly, telling her he would. She meant nothing to him, so why should he risk his life and, more importantly, his gold to rescue her? Her death, conveniently carried out by faceless strangers, would solve his problems nicely. Her gaze drifted from the deserted street to the man with the musket across his knees crouched by the door. Another quick glance over her shoulder brought a jaunty salute from Admiral Meldrick. He’d traded his white uniform for what he apparently took to be the clothes of a ruffian. His crisp fawn breeches and linen shirt tied with an elaborate cravat still spoke loudly of civilization, a thing sorely lacking on New Providence.
What do You think about The Pirate And The Puritan?
