Thorne, no more goinâ to his old hauntsâya hear? No more of it. Oh, and we bâ take that nice long break too. Antiguaâs nice this time of year. Themâs my terms, Declan.â
âIâll take them,â Ross said, and the two shook on it. âBut, Stede . . . if we do get word of Thorne . . . if we do find him . . .â
Stede sputtered out a laugh. âThen, mon, I bâ sailing with ya through a hurricane to catch him . . . if that bâ what it takes.â
The wind hadnât stayed quite as strong, so the Robert Bruce was still several hours from Dominica as the sun began to set. âA sail!â called Kalik from the crowâs-nest. âThere be a sail southeast!â Kalik had many talents, but his sharp vision earned him the job of lookout. âCaptain?â Mr. Hack called from the deck.
Ross lowered his spyglass. âA galleon,â he said. âIt looks French. Letâs go get him.â
âAye, sir!â Hack flexed his forearms and cracked his knuckles loud enough for Ross to hear it up on the quarterdeck. Then Hack was gone, barking orders for more sail and for men to get to the cannons.
Red Eye was running for the hatch when Ross called down, âRed Eye, tell Jacques I need him up here.â
âYes, sir,â answered Red Eye.
âAnd youâll handle the cannon decks, wonât you?â
Red Eye grinned and disappeared below deck. If it came to a fight, Ross hoped that Red Eye wouldnât get too carried away. The sixty-gun Robert Bruce was a potent weapon in the hands of a skilled artillery man. Red Eye was as skilled as they cameâlethal more often than notâand Ross wanted to question the crew of the ship they were chasing, not watch them burn and sink below the surface. That was why, most times, Ross preferred Jacques St. Pierre to oversee the cannons. Of course, allowing Jacques to work with explosives was another kind of risk.
The Bruce âs sails filled, and the ship quickly ate up the distance between it and the galleon. âHim bâ running,â said Stede. âHim bâ one foolish mon.â
âWhere is Saint Pierre?â Ross asked.
âHere!â A curly head of dark hair appeared at the ladder. St. Pierre, wearing a gentlemanâs frock coat and a tricorn hat, clambered the rest of the way up. He landed atop the quarterdeck and gave a slight bow. âDid you call, mon capitaine?â
âQuite awhile ago, as I recall,â said Ross. âWhat took you so long?â
âI am sorry, but I had to convince Red Eye not to load thirty cannons.â
âThirty?â Ross exclaimed. âWeâre not storming Paris!â
âOf course, I know this,â replied Jacques. âBut Red Eye, he isâhow you sayâridiculous! He wants to blow the ship out of the water. But I used my extraodinary negotiating skills and changed his mind.â
âAnd what did you decide?â
âTwenty cannons.â
Ross shook his head. The galleon continued to try to run, but it was heavy, loaded down with some merchandise, perhaps gold. Another time and Declan Ross would have been licking his lips at the prospect of looting this fat vessel. But not this time. âRaise the standard!â Ross yelled.
The wolf and claymore rose high up on the mast. Every time Ross saw it, pride swelled within. Stede, caught in the lust of the chase, grinned like a schoolboy. But the chase would not last much longer. No sooner had the Bruce âs flag gone up than the galleon lowered its sails and slowed to a crawl. Soon it had stopped altogether.
Stede brought the Bruce up alongside. âRed Eye!â Ross called. âHave the cannons ready if they try anything!â
âAye, Captain!â
Ross went to the rail on the quarterdeck. He saw the name of the vessel. â Le Vichy ,â he said to himself. He turned to St. Pierre. âThat
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