Chapter 20
The fight going on around Sylvia was still fairly evenly pitched. No one was down, and the deck was not yet covered in blood, as Ruford had predicted with a dramatic moan. She looked back at the new ship.
It had pulled closer and furled her sails. Individuals on board were now discernible, including… No, it must be her imagination. Could it be?
“Sylvia!”
“Tony!” Laughter and joy bubbled up within her.
He stood high in the ship’s rigging, wind tousling his hair, holding on to a rope with one hand, a cutlass in the other. He pointed beside her. “Look out!”
Teague had regained his feet. He roared and lunged at her with his dagger.
She parried the blade aside but lost her balance and her dagger. She sprawled on the deck. Her knife skidded away, through the scuppers, and over
