Keelan strolled into the galley, bucket in hand. “Should I pour some water into the captain’s pitcher?” she asked Marcel, already knowing the answer.
“Oui. He will expect it,” the old cook answered, not looking up from his task.
OuiGus and Landon had agreed it was best to keep his memory loss a secret from the crew; this was no time to lose the confidence of the men. “These are good men when they have faith in their ship and her captain,” Gus had said. “We can’t give ‘em reason to doubt.” Even now, British ships and privateers prowled the waters looking to seize a prize like the Desire. This ship and its crew had to remain unified and strong.
DesireKeelan carried the bucket half-filled with fresh rain water to Landon’s cabin, the bottle of dye tucked into her boot. Daniel informed her t
