CHAPTER 12 “The fish will drink your blood.”
Medusa.
Like an evil phantasm, the ship had haunted Renato’s dreams. Now she was here, and her very presence might help Andre and Bowie steal his treasure. Medusa must be dealt with, and quickly, or all would be lost.
Renato had chased the others from his cabin so he could concentrate, and now lay on his mattress, staring at the underside of the deck. What would his famous step-father do?
With her monstrous gun, Medusa was too heavily-laden to enter the bay. And should L’Intrepide come out she would be blown from the water before her own guns could reach the foe.
Renato plumbed his bag of tricks, discarding plan after plan, until his temple throbbed with the effort.
Came a light rap upon the door.
“Go away!”
Another rap, lighter still. “
