Chapter Three
The next few days fell into a monotony that was almost comfortable. Dane gallantly allowed Rhiannon to sleep alone in his narrow bed, rigging a hammock for himself. They would arise early with the dawn, and then eat a light breakfast of hardtack, cheese, and dried meat. Dane had a witty saying for every situation, and his sarcastic comments about the food made her smile, almost forgetting their roles of the captor and the kidnapped. Almost.
Dane would then attend his business as captain, and Rhiannon would laze about in the privacy of his cabin as long as possible, devouring the books that lined the shelves. Dane had been surprised and enthused to discover that she could read, and urged her to continue to do so as much as possible. Rhiannon found herself comparing him to th
