How could they possibly pull off any type of plan when there wasn’t even a whisper of a breeze? Keelan helped the crew over the next few hours. They lowered each sail and soaked it with water, to force the fibers to expand and hold as much wind as possible. After Keelan had done her part, she sat on one of the water barrels and observed as her husband stood with legs braced, tall, broad and commanding and divulged his plan to the crew. The men grinned broadly and clapped their hands in approval then listened intently as Gus gave each their instructions.
She shaded her eyes and noted that a launch and a small cutter from the Glory continued to take turns lashing the anchor to the boat, rowing ahead to the length of the extended chain then dropping it to wait for the big ship to haul to the
