CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Akila ran across the deck of his ship, shouting orders as he went and hoping that his men could keep up with them.
“Bear to starboard! Full stroke! Signal the others to regroup. They’re getting too spread out!”
He felt the ship lurch as it changed course, its timbers creaking with the effort of coming about so rapidly. Speed was what it took, though, in the middle of the battle that had been raging in front of Delos. Speed was the only thing keeping him and his crew alive while they harried the larger fleet from Felldust.
When had he last slept properly? Akila had become good at snatching sleep when he’d been a rebel fighting in the mountains of Haylon. Now, there seemed to be a fresh attack looming every time he closed his eyes, dragging him up to assess and direct, c
