CHAPTER THIRTEEN
17 NOVEMBER 1720
Dear Father,
Sadly, this might be my last correspondence. Captain Barnet ambushed us, and captured our vessel without even raising his sword. Although we outnumbered them, the worthless dogs that were our crew cowered in the belly of the boat. Mary and I fought as best we could, but we were two against too many. We have been taken to stand trial in front of His Majesty’s chief magistrate. Since we were seen fighting Barnet’s men, our story that we were taken against our will is no longer believable. It’s likely we will all be sentenced to hang.
Pray for us, Father.
Your daughter,
Anne
Conal cursed. He cursed his luck. He cursed Gampo. He cursed himself for being stupid enough to believe they would find treasure buried in that forgotten graveyard. He
