Chapter 64
Colby sipped more delectable autumn-in-a-cup, and let it warm his fingers and palms, and gazed at Jason. More warmth settled into his soul.
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Day forty-four, and the last day, and the last shot; Jason finished talking to young Tim and nodded at John, sending his crew off to work on their shelter. They’d done the bigger scenes over the previous couple of days: stumbling to shore, Stephen’s injured arm, Jason pretending to writhe around in agony. Before that, out of order, they’d finished off the rescue and the other battle: Stephen taking command of the merchant vessel and conquering the French ship with one arm, a hull full of cloth and trade goods, and sheer bravado. Lord Nelson on a deck. Legend in the making. Smoke and steely-eyed determination to serve his country and claw his way back to London and to his Will.