A slave present upon the ship that Crow now captained had managed to drag Genevieve from the view of any potential allies. His strength was surprising given his stature as he kept a grip upon her hair before forcing her to the ground. Fearful that he would try to claim a portion of her body that had been reserved to her husband, Genevieve fought to keep his hands from lifting her skirt-despite his several attempts to do so. At first, the slave set himself atop her, his legs clenching tightly to keep her from freeing herself from him-but this did not cease her attempts to do so.
“Silence!” He yelled at her before using a clenched fist to bring it across her face in a hearty punch that forced her eyes into an unsteady motion that added to her nausea from the seasickness. Although her gaze
