7No one slept much on board the Sea Hawk that night. Lizbeth, moving restlessly in her cabin, could hear the men pacing up and down the deck and whispering to each other when they spoke, for Rodney had commanded silence before he left.
Ashore the blacksmiths were still at their forge under an improvised tent to hide the glow of the fire. It made them so intolerably hot that every so often they must step outside to draw breaths of fresh air and wipe the sweat from their eyes.
They had been working without a stop the whole day, but no man had asked to be relieved, for each knew without being told that the life of every man aboard the Sea Hawk depended upon the speed of the repairs. At any moment a Spanish ship sailing near the shore might spot them or the Spaniards in the harbour further a
