CHAPTER 42 “One hellacious wallop.”
Renato extended the telescope, making a slow sweep of the sea between Medusa and the distant coast of Texas. The morning sun made everything sharp and clear, and his practiced eye found no hint of sail. He could not believe Bowie and the others aboard Lucinda could have recovered the treasure and vacated the area so quickly, so they must still be within Matagorda Bay. And with the bay’s only mouth now dead ahead, they stood no chance of escaping him.
Laying the spyglass aside, he relaxed on his pew. His burns still plagued him, relieved only slightly by the grease Quayle had found in the navy ship’s galley. He would need all his strength for this venture into cannibal country—and the seizing of the treasure he had waited five long years to claim.
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