Chapter 23: A Pirate’s Curiosity
Hook The sea was calm tonight, the gentle rocking of the Jolly Roger doing little to soothe the storm brewing inside me. My thoughts kept circling back to her—to Gwen. She was below deck, locked in my quarters, as stubborn and fiery as when I had first pulled her from the ocean. I wanted to let her go. Or at least, I told myself I should. She didn’t belong here, caught in the middle of a rivalry that had nothing to do with her. And yet, the thought of her leaving made something twist in my chest—a sensation I hadn’t felt in years. It was infuriating. With a sigh, I descended the stairs to my quarters, my boots echoing against the wooden floor. When I opened the door, she was standing by the window, her arms crossed as she stared out at the moonlit sea. “You’ve been quiet,” I said, clo
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