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arched his back over the rail behind him.
Abruptly, the mob of pirates parted. A tall man with sandy hair walked out of the midst of them in a scarlet coat, scarlet breeches and a large hat with a red feather. He wore an enormous gold chain and jeweled cross around his neck.
“What in the blazes is all this racket? Not a single one of ye to meet me. What’s going on?” bellowed the captain. Then he spotted the two men with their swords and eyes entwined, and shouted, “There’s no fighting on my ship. I’ll not allow it. It’s to be settled on shore.” He marched towards them. “You there, back off,” he ordered Carlisle.
Carlisle glanced at him, but didn’t move.
“Seaman, I ordered ye to back off,” the captain commanded again.
“You’re not my captain,” Carlisle said.
The scarlet captain turned the same shade as his clothes in righteous indignation. “But it’s my ship!”
Carlisle considered for a moment then disengaged his sword from Fowler’s with a shove, almost knocking the fat pirate overboard. As Carlisle turned to face the captain, a brief gust of wind ruffled his once clean white shirt, now stained with dirty hand prints and speckled with Fowler’s blood.
The captain snarled, “I don’t usually repeat myself. Yer lucky I don’t run ye through.” Then he barked out, “Murdoch.”
“Aye captain?”
“Who is this man?”
“He’s a prisoner that was found in a rowboat at sea. He looks a bit pasty, but he’s plenty brave and fast. He’d make a first rate pirate.”
Carlisle spoke up. “Let the lasses go and I’ll join you.”
“Lasses?” The captain sputtered.
A man with an eyepatch clamped down on Sheila’s wrist. “Here,” he yelled. “It’s Fowler’s doing.” Sheila sunk her teeth into his filthy mitt and the pirate howled. When he reached for her with his other hand, she ran across the deck and stood behind Carlisle.
“Females?” the captain spat out. “Aboard The Royal Fortune? Where’s Fowler? I’ll kill him.”
But Fowler wasn’t anywhere.
“Don’t worry. I’ll 画像シェア find him,” said Murdoch, making his way through the men.
“Ship ahoy,” called the lookout in the crow’s nest. A seaman handed the captain a spyglass and said, “She’s French.”
“Nay,” said the solemn voice of another. “It’s a trick. That’s The Swallow, I’d recognize her anywhere. She’s British. I served on her and hoped never to see the likes o’ her again.”
“British? Is it so, lad? Are ye sure?â 車 査定 € asked the captain, alarmed.
“Aye, sir. That I am.”
The captain looked on the crew with disgust. “None o’ ye are fit to fight; half o’ ye are drunk or hung over. Ye’re a pitiful lot.” In a tone of resignation he said, “We shall make for the coast straight away.” He fingered the gold cross at his neck and stared sullenly at the approaching ship. “A coward’s way; I would rather fight.”
“You won’t win,” said May.
A man beside her hissed, “Shut up, you little wench.”
“Nay, nay,” said the captain. “Let her speak. The lass says we should run.” He turned to his crew, “What do ye think? Should we run like women? What say ye?”
The mob of men howled their dissent.
“Just so,” said the captain. “Methinks she has made our decision for us then. We will stay and fight like men.”
The crew cheered.
The captain pointed at Carlisle. “You there. Get yer females off my ship. I don’t want ‘em aboard when I go into battle, nor have their blood on me hands, neither. Nothing but bad luck from it. Besides, it looks to me like ye’ve earned it.”
Carlisle grinned. “Yes, sir.”
To the pirates, the captain yelled, “Release the prisoners and let them take the craft they came in. We must prepare ourselves for battle.”
The captain began barking out orders, and the crew sprang to life. A dozen men drew up the enormous