Chapter Twenty-Two“We're making good time,” Kurt bellowed, his chains holding his arms and legs in place. Despite complying with the outlander's wishes, Wilf thought it prudent to secure the large man to the wheel, not wanting anything unforeseen to take place out on the open seas.
The trio sat on sacks of wheat on the lower deck, Wilf nodding at the positive news. “Just keep us on tack and you'll enjoy a mug of ale when all this is over.”
“At least he's doing what he's told,” Emma observed, a cool mist making her zip up her fleece top.
“For now,” Tamatan countered. “Once we're at our destination, we must find a way to keep him aboard. If he sets sail for his home, we'll be stuck out there.”
“If the Longfords are behind all this, there may be a chance that Lauren is out there somewhere
