Suddenly, the deck of the Pink Pearl seemed to be a better place. At least there were people who had reason to be grateful to him. In Boston, he would be just another redcoat officer in a city which hated them with a fiery passion. How could he keep himself and Constance and Molly safe?
“I will have to give my parole, I suppose,” he said. “Swear not to bear arms against your government, such as it is, and then sail back home.” He chuckled, only a bit sourly. “I never dreamed of military glory. But being captured before I even joined my regiment, well, that is a lot to swallow. I can’t imagine my father’s face when I return to England.” He smiled. “I don’t suppose you would let me embroider my tale, just a bit, my lady captain? Make you and your crew a vicious set of pirates, and that I wa
