Nicolas spent a restless few hours in his hammock with the rest of the crew in the belly of the ship. All around him men snored, and occasionally one would scratch his belly, roll over, and mutter in his sleep. Nicholas tried closing his eyes but couldn’t fall asleep. Sleeping among the enemy left him feeling edgy.
None of the men on the ship were bad, not in the way many pirates could be. They were ordinary men, simply working for their livelihoods like any common sailor with just one catch—they raided merchant ships. He wasn’t supposed to like these men, let alone bond with them.
And he certainly wasn’t supposed to become obsessed with a pirate queen like Holland. What had possessed him to go to her cabin and flirt with her while she bathed like a damned scoundrel? That was something D
