CHAPTER SEVENTY-SIX
Though not for long as the waves that constantly crashed against the side of the ship were gradually wearing down on her defenses and it was only a matter of time before it would bore a hole through and the ship would start taking in water. “Macey! What is the situation?” He called into the din, he had caught a glimpse of the First Mate and just as he had predicted, the lanky sailor stepped out of the fray. “Tis a real eyesore out there, Cap’n.” The First Mate drawled, soaking wet and wild eyed. “We lost a few ship hands and the rest are damn near ready to make a coup.” He explained quickly and without mincing words. Hernais cursed under his breath, his arms straining under the wet silk of his coat jacket to not lose control of the rudder. "They must understand that I am not doing this
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