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The barque Elizabeth came hard about. As the crew swarmed in the rigging, setting sails for a run before the wind, Malcolm watched in agony as the galleon slowed to pick up Jaime and her kidnapper.
The Highlander felt the barque surge ahead as the billowing white sails snapped taut above him.
“They’ll not turn to in time,” Alexander said with certainty, squeezing Malcolm's shoulder with a callused hand.
The Highlander nodded at the young Macpherson and glanced about him. As the ship cut through the water, sailors scurried about, clearing the decks for battle. All along the sides of the barque, portals opened and the mouths of cannons slid into view.
“We can’t fire on them, Alexander,” Malcolm said. “We can’t take a chance of hitting Jaime.”
“We must,” the young mariner argued. “If
