Chapter 23
Hazardous EnterprisePetroc focused his glass on the distant smudge of land. He could just make out the entrance to the lagoon the Danes called Nissam Bredning and the town of Thyboron nestled among the dunes on the southern side.
“Home to a fishing fleet, sir,” Mister Isaacs remarked. “Used to see ‘em further south as well. Now they stay mainly on the Jutland Bank to seaward o’ us.”
“So I believe.” Petroc frowned, sweeping his glass along the coast. “I see there is another entrance south of the town as well.”
“No longer, sir. Silt has made it impassable. At low tide the people walk across it – even when the tide is full some parts are passable, they say.”
“Ah, that may explain why they do not station any privateersmen there.” He lowered the glass, thinking of the enigmatic
