Chapter 13
Two days later, luck and the tide were with them, and they were able to maneuver from the Atlantic, past a treacherous sandspit, and into the Douro River. They followed the harbor master’s instructions to a slip on the quay, steering clear of the rabelos, small flat-bottomed boats carrying crates and barrels from the wineries farther upriver.
They were docked in Porto.
Portugal.
Where a priest five years ago had travelled with his father’s treasure.
Nick had kept an eye open for Ruford’s cutter as they sailed up the river. It would be almost impossible for the cutter to have caught up, never mind pass them, but Nick had to look anyway. He scanned the harbor with his spyglass, then handed it to Jonesy and took another look without the glass, taking in all the ships, searchin
