Chapter Four
The wind howled madly. It had been for days. On the great wide ocean the craft seemed much too small a protection from the elements that surrounded it. As if a frail bird against a stormy sky the Maria Isabella was tossed along the waves. And for one of its passengers, Juliet, the endless vista of water stretching far beyond what the eyes could see, was becoming a sad picture for her weary gaze, and failing nerves.
“No one said the trip would be easy, Miss,” she heard Joshua Crow’s voice draw her from the more pleasant journey she was making in her mind, as she thought of Boston: that wondrous city where she’d make a home with her uncle.
“I know now it’s not,” she agreed, turning around to the man who wielded such power over her.
He smiled at her kindly, a circumstance she
