Chapter Twenty-Eight“Can we sail?” Longford asked as smoke seeped out of cracks in the Gull's deck.
The captain nodded. “Yes. But not straight away. Look at the water.”
Lukash looked down, noting how the turbulent waters had calmed somewhat. “We can't stay here. I've done for Grey's henchman. He could be here any minute. And if that happens, we'll all be scattered to the wind. Do we have ropes?”
“Aye. Are you thinking what I'm thinking?”
“We pull ourselves out of the cave. Once we're out at sea, we'll be right behind them.”
Tybork turned to what was left of his crew, along with the smattering of men from Vrybergen. “Go below and fetch as much rope as you can.”
The men scuttled off, many of them either injured, or feeling the effects of the skirmish. Longford stood there, pondering. W
