The mute tapped Robert on the top of his head, and Robert gushed out with the night’s adventure so fast Max had difficulty catching up. He listened carefully. “So Barclay captured Angel?” Bruno paced the planks before them. His black gaze rested on Max briefly before returning to sea once more. His agitation showed clearly in the deep lines of his brow. For a man who couldn’t speak, he managed to get his point across perfectly. Robert nodded. “Aye, last night. We got caught trying to kidnap the commander. He took Cap’n Angel on board the Revenge this morning, tied us up to the docks, and left at high tide. Bruno freed us with sheer strength, loosening the ropes enough that I could slide out.” “Aye, he be a bit fond of the Cap’n’s bonny lass.” Max rubbed a hand across the stubble on his chin. If Angel were captured, that left Bruno as next in line to captain the ship. But the man couldn’t speak and by default, that left Max in charge. He honestly didn’t want it, but what the hell was he supposed to do now?
