Chapter 21Cal had been aboard the Cora for an hour and was sitting on the bunk eating a sandwich Bren had sent for him, when the boat rocked violently. He grabbed at the edge of the bunk. That had not been the wind, which had only been rocking the boat in a gentle motion. Someone had come aboard. Without permission. Three guesses who. And the first two don’t count.
“Cal?”
Mitch. Cal rose, not wanting to have this conversation in the bedroom, or sitting down. He heard the heavy tread of Mitch’s feet on the ladder to the galley and went out to greet him, closing the door into the tiny bunk room.
Mitch stood at the bottom of the ladder, looking large and awkward in the small boat in a way he hadn’t before, when they’d shared the tiny galley making coffee and sandwiches after the raid on th
