CHAPTER 14 “A demon!”
The sail approaching Grand Terre had spoken in a voice Renato alone could hear. Your destiny awaits, it said, you have but to take it. He knew, without understanding how, that this small brig carried his precious map—and those who had dared steal it.
At the moment, the brig had the luck of the wind, keeping it tantalizingly out of reach. But once the wind changed, L’Intrepide would strike her prey like a hawk upon a swallow.
Renato stood at the prow, filled with the need to s***h and kill that always preceded such an encounter. He was addicted to the thrill of the chase, the smoke and thunder of the guns, the sweet taste of hard-won victory. The need had intensified to the point that, as a newly-made captain, he had decapitated his own first mate for no greater off
