Finn, furious, but also hurt, sat at his desk, the map he'd finally gotten from Bray, laid out in front of him. But it held no joy now. He'd gotten something he'd wanted forever, but lost the one thing that actually mattered to him. How had Avery gotten off the ship and onto the yacht without him seeing, or any of his crew noticing? How had he not seen that she would go to them? She'd almost begged him to help them get Blue, and he'd refused. Finn should have known that she'd do what she needed to get to them and help them.
Finn slapped a hand on the table and stood. He'd get her back, he'd go back and help them get the bloody woman, then he'd get his bloody woman! He turned as the door to his cabin opened and scurvy stepped in. He knew the second he saw the man that there'd be no turnin
