Chapter Nine
Tyler sat in his room with his head in his hands. Never in all of his life had he ever seen anything so horrible. True, many of the girls who were brought to the island were ravished by their captors, but never in so brutal a manner.
He was a pirate because there was nothing else for him to be. Ever since leaving home at twelve, finding himself amongst the wharves of London and working as a cabin boy, the sea had been his home. He was a legitimate citizen, working hard on the fishing boats and spending his pay in the whorehouses or the alehouses of the darkest regions of London’s underbelly. The more time he spent on land, the more uncomfortable he became, until he was aching to return to his love, the ever-changing and fickle sea, beckoning to him with her sweet song and sm
