Chapter 5Morgan reveled in the salt spray crashing against the prow of the ship. It was a sunny day, and the wind was strong. They were making excellent time. She was chatting with the German and Charlie when she noticed Helena emerge from her quarters. With her emerald green dress and cream shawl wrapped about her shoulders, hair black as night flowing in the breeze, she was a vision. Morgan gulped then focused her attention on the task at hand after a not so subtle clearing of the throat from Charlie.
“Back in New York, I chatted with Captain Abernathy from the Mermaid,” Charlie said. “He said a couple of ships in these parts had been set upon by pirates, a mixed group, nobody in particular, probably a bunch of renegades from different vessels.” he continued, chewing on the ends of his
