Epilogue
Nicholas Flynn stood at the entrance to the large military garrison in Port Royal. He wore a pair of dark-brown breeches and a sensible waistcoat of red silk. He looked like any man off the street rather than the naval officer he was. He drew in a steadying breath as he entered the barracks and found Charles Harcourt waiting for him. The rear admiral gave him a small nod to follow him, and they entered his office.
Harcourt took a seat, and Nicholas joined him, taking a chair opposite the admiral’s desk.
“You sent me a letter to come out of uniform,” Nicholas said quietly, wondering what assignment the admiral had for him.
“Yes, thank you for doing so. We have just captured a young man who we believe knows the whereabouts of the pirate Thomas Buck. He’s what the men call a pira
