The bosun’s whistle, calling men to arms, came too late. Nicholas had been sitting on an overturned crate and brooding when he heard the shouts of warning on the deck above, following the piercing whistle. Only a navy ship could cause such distress here.
Buck’s ship was moving fast, no doubt trying to slip out of the bay next to Basseterre, but if Admiral Harcourt was in command, the man would have his fleet surround the entrance long before the pirates knew they were trapped. Both Buck and Brianna would be captured…or killed.
“Hey!” Nicholas shouted at the companion ladder near his cell. Feet thundered overhead as men rushed to open gun ports and roll out the cannons. His thoughts turned to Brianna and the Sea Serpent, striking him with a fear he’d never felt before. He reminded himself
