It seemed that they were headed for the islands of Cape Verde, islands Roberto knew very well. He had raided them a few times himself. His bet was that they would anchor at the island of Santiago, a place he would investigate. But why would a ship from the D.E.I.C stop there? It did not make sense. Normally they just left the islanders to themselves. Again, a nagging feeling settled in his gut. But for now, all he could do was wait patiently for night-time, when they would be able to get closer.
By the time lunch was served, clouds had begun to accumulate in the clear sky. The shoreline would not be the safest place to be with such unpromising-looking clouds. Nevertheless, the Heerengardt continued its course and they were forced to follow.
With dangerously low clouds hanging over the wa
