Admiral Charles Harcourt finished reading the letter aloud in front of the young midshipman who had delivered it to him. It had come from one of their more reliable spies in Sugar Cove. He set the letter down and weighed his options. “Interesting.”
The young man who had carried the letter into Charles’s office stood even straighter at attention, if such a thing were possible. “What are your orders, sir?”
“Well . . . it seems we are to sail for Saint Kitts.”
“Sir?” the young man asked, confused. “But the letter said that Lieutenant Flynn—”
“Yes, our man relayed Lieutenant Flynn’s directions, but he also said he’d heard on the docks that the Sea Serpent is bound for Saint Kitts.”
SeaSerpent“Does that mean you think Flynn lied to us, sir?”
Charles shook his head. “Flynn is our man, thro
