Chapter Thirty-Nine.
By morning, the crew had set sail for Crescent Coast, heading North toward England. Ben was back at it, attempting to teach me how to waltz on the deck of the ship while Caleb loomed overhead, behind the wheel, back in his warn boots and red coat, a black Captain’s hat shielding his eyes from the sun. Rebecca sat on the railing of the bow, hands pressed on the wood between her legs as she observed the two of us, turning and spinning. “You’re robbing her of a future” Rebecca muttered, unaware that I could overhear her conversation with the pirate. She turned her head, eyes narrowed onto him as if scolding him like she would when they were younger. Caleb’s grip on the wheel tightened. “It’s her choice, what she does with her life” came his low response. I tried focusing on the steps that
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