I pray so, though I have rarely been a praying man. Above all, I pray that I survive this battle and the next and them all and can somehow get back to you whole. To explain the foul conspiracy that took me. To ask forgiveness for my foolishness. Simply, in the end, to love you.
wholeThe tug on his arm had become too insistent to ignore.
‘Cap’n,’ said Dickon, in a low voice. ‘Something’s happening.’
Coke opened his eyes, and even though they were a landsman’s he could see that things had changed. The Dutch ships that had broken through the English line were re-forming to port and they would have the weather gauge, the wind bearing them down to the attack. But he saw on the starboard side that there were other Dutch ships there, a smaller group. And that same wind could blow the English u
