It was almost as if he knew where she was and was careful to stay a step ahead.She frowned, tapping her quill idly upon the desk. It was too bad that Blackbeard would not join her, but she understood that he was a man with his own plan, and that plan was to enrich Edward Teach. She needed to be glad he was her friend.There was a tap on the door. She instinctively checked her hat, which kept the dark wig she wore fixed securely upon her head. But when she bade the visitor to enter, it was only Brendan.“Small boats are arriving with supplies,” he told her.“Good. Do you have the manifest?”“I do.”He handed her the sheet. She smiled again, thinking about Teach. He had given her a hefty quantity of gold. She had duly purchased a hefty quantity of supplies. Glancing over the sheet, she saw that all she had asked for had been acquired, down to the scented soap. A luxury she could not afford with a prisoner on board, but…She had sworn she would release him. And she would do so.The sooner the better, she thought.
