CHAPTER 44 “Goin’ to sculp a few?”
“Row, you dogs! I’ll have an ear off each of you if we don’t beat LaChaise to the point.” Renato perched in the stern of the jolly boat, a jewel-mounted cutlass in his hand, while four men heaved on the oars.
Twenty yards off the larboard side, LaChaise’s crew struggled to propel the other boat.
Satisfied his rowers were properly motivated, Renato glanced back at the shore of the bay, where the slaves still milled about in confusion. He could not resist a smile. He had promised to free them at first landfall, and had done precisely that. The fact that it had much to do with strategy, and nothing at all with mercy, was a detail that pleased him no end.
The slaves appeared unwilling to venture into the brush, but at the same time afraid to remain where
