The port of Sugar Cove teemed with a mix of pirate vessels and merchant ships of questionable reputation. The docks had sailors from more than a dozen crews handling cargo and fraternizing.
Brianna stood atop the gangplank, watching her crew depart with their pockets lined with coin. They had a few days to run amok between the taverns and brothels before they would need to return to the ship. It would rally their spirits after the harsh storm, Billy’s death, the dismissal of the crew members involved in the attempted murder, and the unexpected delays her time in Port Royal’s prison had caused them.
The final crewman rushed down the gangplank, jangling his coins in excitement.
“That’s the last of them,” Joe said.
“We had better see to the supplies first since we lost our chance in Port
