Chapter 19
Sylvia paced on the beach of Arish Mel in the center of Worbarrow Bay and peered through her spyglass. Still no sign of Ruford.
Mrs. Spencer’s sister, a serving maid at Ruford’s favorite inn in Swanage, had sent word that he planned to meet with Teague today. Based on the tide tables and wind, he could arrive any time now.
They would have to execute their plan perfectly. Subdue Ruford’s men, take over the ship, and sail out of the bay before Teague arrived for their meeting. Every second would count.
This idea had a much better chance of succeeding than taking over while Ruford delivered a load to Teague. Had they overlooked any detail? For the hundredth time, she wondered if their preparations were adequate. This had come together much too fast. They should have taken days,
