Uncle Jared scooped several spoonfuls of potatoes to his plate. “Gampo. It sounds as if you have quite a history with him.”
Hart let out a cool chuckle. “Because we have slipped through his fingers so many times, I think we’ve become as much of a crumb in his craw as he has in ours.”
“Why didn’t you plow a hole in her hull and sink her?” Dr. Garrison’s expression was uncharacteristically harsh, bordering on bloodthirsty.
Conal O’Brien lowered his brows, his face registering surprise. “Well, that would have made us murderers, wouldn’t it?”
“But it would have been justified,” Dr. Garrison argued. “An eye for an eye.” He reached over and stabbed a piece of ham. “He should pay for it,” he muttered.
“It would have made them pirates,” Keelan bit back a smile. Hart glanced up and caught her
