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“We’re coming up on ’em, Cap’n!” Chibbs bellowed from the quarterdeck of the Emerald Dragon.
“Keep the sails open. I want to come up on her starboard side. Ready the round shots in the swivel cannons!” Dominic ordered from where he stood on the forecastle deck. Reese stood one deck below and repeated the order.
“Man the cannons!” Reese raised his cutlass, and the cannon crew rushed to their stations.
Dominic leaned against the railing on the bow, grinning wickedly as he watched the Fortune try to outrun him. The Dragon was three hundred yards away from her prey, and the royal merchant ship had almost reached Port Royal unscathed.
The Dragon had followed it for the last few weeks, keeping the Fortune’s masts just visible above the horizon. If there was one thing his crew and the ship
