Sir Shillingsworth had always been proud of Cal, bragging about her artistic ability, using her drawings in his presentations. She'd charmed Lord Carroway, won over the entire crew of the Peregrine, shaken up the hotel in Finches Harbour. He doubted she had any awareness of her impact on the people around her.
Mary, you wouldn't have been surprised at all. Wish I'd been there more for the both of you.
"Better follow the Captain's orders." Sir Shillingsworth leaned against the mast, the sword close at hand. Henrichs smiled and poured water beneath the shield.
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Cursing woke Cal. She rolled to her feet with her club in hand and took in the surroundings. Thomas battled something toward the stern. The moon lit the ship in start black and white.
"Crabs," Henrichs said and pointed. The rail of the ship was covered with them.