After conferring with his helmsman over the course set to Charleston, Landon turned his attention to the amidships deck where Daniel and Keelan, dressed as Kahlil and Mahdi, were about to begin a training duel. Both had their heads covered with large pieces of cloth; Daniel’s a weathered white, Keelan’s a faded blue, every bit the Persians they disguised themselves to be. The crew raced up the ratlines and yard arms for a better view, as well as to give the two extra space.
Daniel had found some old planks and had created a target area, which he propped against the mizzen mast. To the target he tacked a variety of items, a rag, a chicken feather, and a strip of cloth about two feet long and two inches wide which fluttered in the breeze.
“The object of this game is to hit each of the targ
