When Sloane began to snore, Charlisse laid her head on the pillow and tried to rest, but once again sleep evaded her. An eerie silence crept over the ship as it sat passively in the shallows of the islands. Maybe she missed the rhythmic movement of the sea as the ship creaked and moaned in exuberant song as it sailed across the waters. But tonight, the Redemption slept soundlynot even the usual revelry of the pirates shattered its peaceful repose. It was unnerving.
Charlisse got up and paced the tiny cabin. She ran her fingers over the books lining the shelves, shaking her head at the exquisite collection of fine literatureso at odds with the character of a pirate captain. Perhaps she could find something among his things that would help her understand himhis weaknesses, strengths, what m
