Keelan went to the galley and helped Marcel prepare for the next meal. With the seas calmer, he was able to rouse the fire and heat a large kettle of water. They made Hoppin’ John for the crew. She also made scones for Landon and his officers.
That part of her work done, Keelan wandered up to the main deck. The crew gathered in a circle near the main mast. Before she made it to the edge of the group, the clash and ching of metal against metal told her someone was sparring with blades. Unable to see past the crewmen, she headed toward the companion ladder near where Landon and Gus relaxed at the helm.
clashchingLandon, while upright, leaned heavily against the rail, pale and drawn. Even so, his keen azure gaze trapped hers for a moment. She caught her breath, hoping. He shifted his attent
