Chapter Twenty-Five.
Nolan stood in the doorway to the Captain’s chambers, his face clouded in a layer of fear both for how Caleb would react and how the situation would be dealt with. He had just informed us that the anchor had caught on something and that it couldn’t be raised which meant that we were stranded in the middle of that lake in Scotland. The pirate in front of me, met my gaze with a deathly serious one of his own, his jaw set in stone before he turned on his heels and headed back above deck “Untie the sails” he ordered, his voice roaring both in irritation and frustration. I breathed a shaky breath and slumped back against the wall behind me, my hand rising to hide my face in its palm. Neptune stood observing me, my legs trembling, one hand gripping the wall, my eyes squeezed shut and lips parted
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