Chapter thirty
Near New InletCarlisle’s long and tedious search had come up empty. But he was certain the Sally had not gotten by him. He had been blocking the entrance. He knew that the Sally still had more than two miles until she reached her safety zone of Fort Buchanan’s range, the nearest batteries. The cloud cover had lifted. The horizon would start to lighten within the next hour. If he could prevent the Sally from reaching New Inlet before sunrise, he’d have Denning right where he wanted him. The rising sun would probably burn off the fog, leaving Denning exposed in the early morning light. Carlisle smiled at his scheme. He was going to bag the pirate this time.
Carlisle ordered the Annapolis on a southern course through the dense fog. He then motioned for the engines to be cut.
