If I were Urquhart, I’d either escape now or try again. How would I do it? I’d sneak into the mate’s cabin and grab a keg of gunpowder.Watters slipped below, hearing the hammering as Neilson worked on his repairs. The ship was eerily empty as he made his way aft to the mate’s cabin, walking quietly and hoping for a glimpse of Urquhart.
Masterton’s door was shut. Watters turned the handle and pushed it open. All six gunpowder barrels sat beside the bunk.
Thank goodness for that.
Thank goodness for that.Something gritty underfoot caught Watters attention. He knelt, ran his finger over the deck and swore.
Gunpowder. I’m damned sure Masterton would have noticed if a cask was leaking.
Gunpowder. I’m damned sure Masterton would have noticed if a cask was leaking.Watters saw a thin line of b
