Thor stood with Miguel at the rail as the pirate ship approached. Iakob had retaken the wheel. The Alexandria had made no attempt at evasive action, just held steady to her course.
“What will they do?” Thor asked.
Miguel was silent for a minute or two, eyes on the advancing vessel. “That depends,” the boatswain finally said. “If they are privateers with letters of marque from England, then we are safe. If they are pirates, if they believe us to have nothing of value to them, and we offer no resistance then they will probably not detain us. That is Allison’s plan I think.”
Thor turned his attention back to the ship, now only several hundred yards away and closing fast. He could see the billowing sails, the black flag, the men gathering at the rail, and the towering figurehead: a winged d
