His soft voice had a lilting accent. He wasn’t from England. He must be from Ireland. His accent was gentle on my ears.
Carefully he set the water bowl into its holder, then stepped a few feet away and watched me.
I slowly walked over to the bowl and dipped my beak into the water. The water was sweet and fresh on my tongue as I drank. Of the past one hundred years, I’ve spent about seventy-five at sea, so I knew fresh water was a precious commodity.
I looked at my empty food bowl, then at Holt and Toby, who had their backs turned to Jangles. Jangles was glaring at Toby just like he had scowled at Cap’n Toby and me when we boarded the Black Arrow. I shivered.
“Cap’n, she’s hungry. Can I feed her, too?”
“Never mind the bird, boy. The tide is high, Cap’n. Shall we set sail?”
Toby looked
