Jehan
“That woman is going to be the death of me,” I mutter to myself as I follow Zelia to the deck. But the second I see Remy; I decide to go in a different direction. I just do not have the energy to deal with him right now.
“You look like a thunderstorm on the horizon,” Francois smirks as he falls in next to me.
“La Concorde,” I answer brusque, which is not a lie. It has been lingering in my mind ever since James told me about it. The fact that La Concorde is not the specific reason for my mood right now, is none of Francois’ business.
“What about it?” Francois asks, all playfulness gone.
“Why would the navy be so desperate to retrieve a slaves’ ship?” I go stand by the railing and scour the harbour. After Cape Verde, I am on the lookout for anything that slightly resembles the nav
