The coach pulled to a halt then rocked as Horne jumped from the roof. He opened the door and peered in.
“Out!”
It was hard to climb out of the coach with both wrists and ankles shackled to other people. I stumbled twice, righted myself and found myself staring into the eyes of John Hay. His smile was pure evil.
“There is nowhere to escape on a ship, Peatreek.”
At that moment, I knew that if he tried to take advantage of me, I would kill him. Better be hanged for murder than live under the thumb of a man like him. I held his eyes with all my fear sliding away.
“You can try it,” I said, as my Father’s blood surged within me.
We were at the side of a dock, with three ships moored alongside and one floating further out. The closest was a two-masted thing with the name Lochee painted in w
