Chapter FourWith the breeze behind them the sails of the St. Jude emblazoned with the Eight-Pointed Cross were carrying the ship smoothly over the blue sea.
Seated in a shady corner of the deck Cordelia was fascinated by the activity taking place around her.
Men were running like monkeys up the complicated rigging, there were frequent alterations to the sails and orders came peremptorily from the bridge where Mark Stanton was in charge.
She had not expected the St. Jude to be so large, seeing that it was privately owned, but she realised as soon as she came on board that it was in fact a Man-o’-War in every sense of the word.
She had listened to Mark explaining to David how the Order had revised its Naval policy at the beginning of the century.
“Instead of a striking force consisting
