Chapter 7, Dusty:Angry seabirds circled overhead, their squawking complaints ignored by the humans.
Safely nestled against the tall cliffs, the water in this tiny natural harbor remained smooth as glass and clear enough to see the rocks over ten feet below.
Protected from the wind, if the Rambler needed to make a quick getaway, they would be trapped until the tide changed or the wind shifted. Moreover, this was a secret unnamed, uncharted, and uninhabited island, far from the regular trade routes; chances were slim anyone would find them. Besides, it was in the slavers’ best interest to keep this place a secret. Loose lips got pirates and slavers dead.
“Skipper, we’ll be done soon,” the first mate called from below.
Captain Dusty waved in reply. Right now, birds, wind, and tides remain
