CHAPTER NINEThe clear, blue sky of the Mediterranean wheeled overhead as the Seahorse steamed on through turquoise waters on a voyage of discovery and exploration.
On the bridge, Captain MacDonald steered the ship ever onwards, whilst below decks all was a hive of activity. It had just gone midday and in the galley preparations were well underway for luncheon.
The news had spread around the crew like wildfire about Lord Mountjoy’s unceremonious departure from the vessel the previous evening. Some of the men had arrived back from an afternoon spent enjoying the delights of Marseilles in time to witness a dejected Lord Mountjoy hastily beating a retreat with his luggage thrown down the gangway after him.
Jack the cook had been more than astonished when he took his place in the galley late
