If revenge was a dish best served cold, then Baldassare’s serving would be most satisfactory. He was within grasp of settling a debt that had gone due for over twenty years, and he was anxious to redress the balance.
For the sake of his father’s memory.
Fortune had deigned to smile upon Baldassare of late, after long turning her attention away. He had a ship, he had a cargo that would see his debts paid, he even had a rumor of the man who had set his course on misfortune. Baldassare was hot on the trail of vengeance and knew Fortune would not fail him now. He stood, impatiently scouring the horizon for the first glimpse of Ireland.
Where debts would finally be settled. Oh, he had been wise to defy the advice of others and seek his prey beyond the shelter of the Mediterranean. He had tak
