Chapter 18
An Invitation“You sent for me, sor?”
“I did,” Petroc replied, but said nothing more for a moment while he gathered his thoughts. “Did you see the ships that arrived around sundown?”
“Aye, sor. Ain’t seen nought like ‘em in a whiles.”
“No, nor, I suspect, will most of our consorts, but they give me an idea. How difficult will it be to cut our bulwarks between the guns to ship some sweeps ourselves?”
The carpenter stared at him for a moment, then grinned. “Well, it ain’t a goin’ ter be easy, sor, but us’n can do it an’ ye wants it done.”
“Good, but there is a second part to this. You know the Revenue Cutters can be rowed? We would need sweeps of a similar length, and I suspect at least eight a side. Can you make them?”
The carpenter’s face creased in a frown as he mentally
