CABAL PATTED THE OLDER sailor on the back and said, “Elias, you look exhausted. Why don’t I take the night watch and you get some sleep?”
Elias glanced up at the sky. He scratched his white beard and pulled the stocking cap off his thick head of silver hair. He said, “It is a clear night and the winds have died down, we shouldn’t have any trouble.”
“I’ll be fine,” Cabal assured him, “Besides, it’s torture having my sister in the cabin with us. I’d rather be out here in the cool night air than lying beside my wife fighting the need to make love to her.”
Elias chuckled and said, “Perhaps you should have cook make her one of his rum laced desserts. She’ll sleep like a baby.”
Cabal laughed and said, “I like that idea, but for tonight why don’t you be the one to get some sleep.”
When Elias
