Chapter 7
Nick sat down at the desk in his cabin, a mug of coffee, wedge of cheese, and a ship’s biscuit at his elbow, and tried to bring his logbook up to date. He kept losing his train of thought because he glanced at the door every time he heard footsteps in the passageway. He’d expected Miss Chase to be here since she wasn’t eating in the fo’c’sle with the larboard watch. He’d seen her keeping them company several times now, avidly listening to their chatter. He only enforced the Swear Jar when there was a woman on board. Casually letting the men see him walk a shilling across the back of his fingers was all the reminder they needed to keep their tongues civil. So far no one had needed to contribute to the Jar.
Blast … he was overdue to check their position. He grabbed the logbook an
