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Chapter no 15

Sea of Ruin

โ€Œโ€œThirty-two-pounders. I count twenty-eight of them.โ€ Reynolds stood beside me on the upper deck, his knuckles blanching as he passed me the spyglass.โ€Œ

I raised it to my eye and swallowed a gasp. The salt-smeared telescope brought the full-rigged warship into focus. The finest ever built at Woolwich Dockyard, if I were a day old. And she prowled just forty yards to starboard, maneuvering to fire from her broadside.

โ€œFifty-six demi-cannons and culverins split between the middle and upper gundecks.โ€ My stomach buckled as I continued to scan the armament. โ€œTwelve six-pounders on the quarterdeck.โ€

โ€œFour more on the forecastle.โ€ A heavy sigh. โ€œWeโ€™re outgunned, Captain.โ€

One hundred guns made to sink galleons in the war against Spain. Hell, the demi-cannons alone boasted enough firepower to blow every vessel west of England out of the water. Including mine.

As I glared through the glass, the warship hummed with organized activity. Lines of uniformed officers gestured and shouted. Seamen ran along the gangways and swarmed the shrouds. Soldiers stood at the stern near a swaying jolly boat, ready to cross at the captainโ€™s command.

They can try.

My gunners were prepared to fire the moment that jolly hit the water with rowers. As long as I breathed, the kingโ€™s navy wouldย notย board my ship.

But the flutter of fear Iโ€™d carried from the bilge was careening into a tumult. Whatever happened in the next few minutes could end my life and the lives of my men. If we fled, the warship would open fire. If we fired first, we would be blown to hell.

Our fate rested in the hands of one man.

High above the belly of His Majestyโ€™s Ship, the navy captain stood at the rail with his lieutenants, watching me through his spyglass as I watched him.

He was easy to identify in his dark blue frock coat and pristine white breeches and hose. Gold embroidery banded the wide cuffs and standing collar and edged the jeweled buttons that glinted down the front closureโ€” all meant to signify wealth and status.

โ€œWho is he and what is he doing in the West Indies?โ€ Heart racing, I lowered the glass and glanced at Reynolds. โ€œThat ship was designed for naval tactic. Why isnโ€™t he in the Mediterranean fighting Spain over territories?โ€

โ€œThe war must have ended. If thatโ€™s true, heโ€™s here on another mission.โ€ โ€œPirate hunter.โ€ I gnashed my teeth and returned to the spyglass.

Fringed with white feathers, the captainโ€™s three-cornered hat matched the blue of his coat. I wished the wind would rip it off his head, so I could analyze his facial features. Was he young? Inexperienced? Just another spoiled, listless aristocrat looking for adventure?

I would love to show him a good time. With a firepot of broken wine bottles, saltpeter, resin, and rotten fish hurled at his rigging. The stink alone would cause the contents of his stomach to empty all over his gold-trimmed finery.

But in my seven years of pirating, Iโ€™d never fired upon a British warship. Because I didnโ€™t have a wish for death.

The captain shifted away, ambling to the quarterdeck rail and peering down into the waist of the warship. Hundreds of sailors stopped what they were doing on gangways and shrouds, and every head turned toward him as if awaiting his command.

Gripping the rail with all the power his rank awarded him, he spoke words I couldnโ€™t hear. Long minutes passed. Then all at once, the seamen resumed their tasks.

โ€œI loathe them and everything they represent.โ€ Reynolds glared at the warship. โ€œAll those pompous guns, the uniformed soldiers, the elaborate

figurehead with a gaping maw of teethโ€ฆ Like weโ€™re supposed to tremble in fear of the kingโ€™s almighty will.โ€

โ€œDonโ€™t you?โ€

โ€œTremble?โ€ He shrugged. โ€œThat depends on you. Whatโ€™s your plan?โ€

With a final look at the navy captain, I handed off the glass. โ€œIโ€™m going to make his arsehole clench.โ€

โ€œItโ€™s about time.โ€ Reynolds tossed me a speaking trumpet.

I jumped up onto the gunwale, balancing on the narrow ledge, and raised the funnel-like instrument to my mouth.

โ€œWhat business do you have in my waters, Captain?โ€ I shouted across the restive waves.

He strode to the stern and gripped the tafferel. His lieutenants scrambled around him, and a moment later, a trumpet appeared in his hand. He raised it to his mouth.

โ€œIโ€™m Lord Ashley Cutler.โ€ His voice vaulted the distance, strong and deep. โ€œThe commodore of HMSย Blitz.โ€

Commodore?ย Above captain and below admiral. What a smug little lord.

โ€œGood for you.โ€ I propped my elbow on a rigging cable, leaning casually as I shouted, โ€œHow many pissers did you suck to rise to that rank?โ€

โ€œStrike your colors, pirate! Youโ€™re under arrest.โ€

โ€œPirate?โ€ I laughed mockingly. โ€œClean your glass, you preening little cockatoo. I am but only a maiden. Pure and virtuous andย veryย afraid of men.โ€

โ€œBennett Sharp, daughter of the convicted pirate Edric Sharp, you shall be taken into custody along with your men and the stolen galleon you callย Jade.โ€

My blood turned to ice, and I almost dropped the trumpet.

He recognized me. How? I exchanged a look with Reynolds.

His eyes widened, fraught with disbelief. โ€œHe didnโ€™tย accidentally

stumble upon you. Itโ€™s not possible.โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ I shoved my wind-blown hair from my face. โ€œHe must have been tracking me. Probably picked up our trail in Jamaica.โ€

โ€œStand down your guns and prepare to receive boarders,โ€ Lord Cutler called. โ€œIf you resist, I will show no quarter.โ€

My heart rate went off like a cannon.

Heavier and faster thanย Jade, HMSย Blitzย carried twice as many guns and four times as many mariners. I would not win this fight with strength or firepower.

My mind whirled through every stratagem and artifice Iโ€™d used in previous battles, picking apart tricks that had worked for me and those that hadnโ€™t. If I had more time, maybe I could think up a ruse to escape this without casualties.

Movement rippled through Lord Cutlerโ€™s men. The forty-yard distance made their features indiscernible, but I could make out two lieutenants walking toward the boat that swung from the stern of HMSย Blitz.

Lord Cutler motioned to more soldiers, and they vanished down the gangway ladder, dispatched for some other ominous task.

Dread trickled down my spine.

โ€œBennett Sharp,โ€ he called through the speaking trumpet. โ€œPrepare to receive my lieutenants, and I must insist that you cover yourself before they arrive.โ€

I glanced down at Priestโ€™s white linen shirt, the hem tangling around my knees. In my hurry to the upper deck, Iโ€™d foregone trousers, boots, weapons, my hatโ€ฆ The only thing I wore was the jade stone and thin shirt.

Oh, I bet that inspired some horrified blushes and gasps on His Majestyโ€™s Ship. Proper Englishmen upheld modesty in a degree I considered ridiculously excessive. Not to mention, they never allowed a woman aboard a navy vessel.

And here I was, standing half-naked on the gunwale of a fifty-gun galleon, laughing into the trumpet with wicked delight. โ€œDo I offend your sensibilities, my lord?โ€

He lowered his trumpet, holding it behind his back, refusing to answer. Even at this distance, I felt the heat of his glare. The tenacity in it. The man seemed impossible to ruffle.

โ€œI must insist that you invite me to dinner, Commodore.โ€ My amplified voice crashed into the wind. โ€œA woman likes to be courted and wooed before she gets fucked. Just ask James hereโ€ฆโ€ I gestured at the scrawny, gray-bearded tar behind me. โ€œHe thoroughly woos your mother with his tongue in her unmentionables before he fucks her.โ€

The commodore snapped out his arm, the only warning I got before the whistling hiss of incoming mortar rent the air.

My lungs crashed together as the shot punched through the tafferel ofย Jadeโ€™sย stern, taking out the stately panels and railings in an explosion of splintered wood. I tumbled off the gunwale, the deck shaking beneath my bare feet as the boom dissipated in every direction.

I waved the billowing smoke from my face and glared at the jagged, smoldering hole in my ship. Thank God, Priest was held far beneath the broken timbers. No chance of injuries.

Only surface damage.

It was a slap in the face. He couldโ€™ve demolished the rigging, toppled the mizzenmast, and blasted away anything that wouldโ€™ve prevented us from sailing. The fact that he didnโ€™t showed what little confidence he had in our ability to flee.

All eyes fixed on me. Under the bulwarks with daggers, in the shrouds with muskets, behind the long-range eighteen-pounders with lit matchesโ€” every man soundlessly asked me the same question.

What now, Captain?

As the pungent gray smog cleared, tension swelled, rolling through the ship. My blood buzzed. My hands flexed and shook.

I knew what I had to do.

Reynolds wouldnโ€™t like it. Priest would positively combust in a murderous rage. But it was our only option. And I needed Jade in one piece for it to work.

Dragging in a breath, I aimed the trumpet in the direction of my gundeck. โ€œHold your fire!โ€

Reynolds flashed me a questioning look. โ€œShall I prepare to repel boarders?โ€

โ€œNo.โ€ I filled my lungs and shouted, โ€œRaise the white!โ€

A stunned inhale rippled through the ship and thinned the air. Then footsteps erupted into action.

I spun toward the foremast, my heart cracking into pieces asย Jade

hoisted a white flag for the first time under my command.

โ€œWhat the devil are you doing?โ€ Reynolds snarled at my ear. โ€œIf we surrender, theyโ€™ll hang us.โ€

โ€œStop talking.โ€ I grabbed the spyglass and trained it on Lord Cutler, positioning my hands to hide the movement of my lips. โ€œHeโ€™s watching.โ€

Reynolds stiffened on my stern. Jobah appeared at my fore, flanking me. Brilliant. I needed them both to hear this.

โ€œIn a few minutes, Iโ€™m going to jump up on this gunwale. When I doโ€ฆโ€ I glanced at Reynolds. โ€œYou will push me overboard. Donโ€™t argue.โ€

He worked his jaw, eyebrows pinning together, and hands opening and closing at his sides.

โ€œDead or alive,โ€ I said, โ€œIโ€™m worth more to Lord Cutler than all ofย Jade

and her crew.โ€

My husbandโ€™s head was as valuable as mine, but our marriage wasnโ€™t known. Lord Cutler had no reason to connect me to Priest and therefore, no reason to search my ship for him.

The only way to save my crew was to prevent the Royal Navy from boarding. I needed to keep Priestโ€™s presence a secret and remove myself from this vessel.

โ€œAfter you push me over, take command ofย Jade,โ€ย I said to Reynolds. โ€œSet a course to Harbour Island and wait for me there. Your job is to hide and protect my ship and her crew. Swear to God, if you disobey me, I will keelhaul you until naught a flap of flesh hangs from your bones.โ€

His eyes hardened, unblinking, and his lips pressed into a line. Whatever he wanted to say bobbed in his throat, but he knew better than to question.

I turned my attention to Jobah. โ€œThe instant I hit the water, head up two points and begin your run. Full and by.โ€

โ€œCaptainโ€ฆโ€

โ€œRun untilย Jadeย is out of range of their guns and too far gone to catch up. If they believe you have no interest in rescuing me, theyโ€™ll let you go and focus on pulling me from the water. Iโ€™m the one they want.โ€

Capturing Edric Sharpโ€™s daughter, one of the most wanted pirates in the world, was a monumental boon for a pirate hunterโ€™s career. The noose around my bent neck would likely raise Lord Ashley Cutler to the coveted flag rank of admiral.

My shoulders hunched, reflexively protecting my vulnerable throat.

Iโ€™m not giving up. Not even close.

Across the water, the jolly boat began to lower toward the water. It was almost time.

Reynolds rubbed a hand over his mouth, concealing his words. โ€œOnce they have you, you wonโ€™t be able to escape.โ€

โ€œThatโ€™s why youโ€™re going to release your brother from the bilge.โ€

His features sharpened and pinched through a squall of resisting emotions before settling into comprehension. He couldnโ€™t argue the glaring truth.

As long as Priest lived, he would hunt me with the ferocity of my greatest enemy.

Onceย Jadeย made her escape to safer waters, Reynolds would help Priest lay siege to another shipโ€”a merchantier, a faster, stealthier sloop, anything he could use to pursue meโ€”knowing I didnโ€™t wantย Jadeย anywhere near HMSย Blitz.

As Reynolds came to this conclusion, reluctant acceptance softened his mouth, and he released a heavy breath.

โ€œNotify the crew,โ€ I said without moving the telescope from my face.

He squeezed my hip, the gesture hidden beneath the gunwale. Then he ambled across the ship, delivering quiet, resolute orders to the men.

Forty yards to starboard, Lord Cutler watched every move through his glass. Perhaps he would reflect on this moment later and decide that this was the point when Reynolds rallied my crew into mutiny behind my back.

โ€œJobah.โ€ I stared straight ahead, mirroring his pose. โ€œIf this doesnโ€™t workโ€ฆโ€ย If I dieโ€ฆ

โ€œIโ€™ll make sure nothing happens to him.โ€

Him.ย The husband I loathed to love. The libertine who would risk his life to find me.

โ€œMan the helm,โ€ I replied in my captainโ€™s voice. โ€œI already miss you, Captain.โ€

โ€œLikewise.โ€ My heart pinched as I glanced at him sidelong, letting him see the gratitude in my eyes. โ€œGodspeed, my friend.โ€

Without a show of emotion, he retreated, leaving me alone with my rioting nerves.

Jumping into the sea from the rail of a galleon was a risk in and of itself. I could die on impact or lose consciousness and drown before the enemy boat reached me. Nevertheless, I had faith in my ability to swim.

If I kept my head above the swells long enough, Lord Cutlerโ€™s soldiers would pull me out.

If I survived the jump, I would become a captive aboard His Majestyโ€™s Ship. Whether I could endure that hell and evade the hempen halter at the end depended on my will to live and the indomitable, possessive fury of Priest Farrell.

Without turning around, I sensed Jobah at the helm, awaiting my signal.

Behind me, seamen carried on as if nothing were amiss.

For their mutiny to appear authentic, I needed the participation of the entire ship. So I waited a few more minutes, giving Reynolds enough time to quietly pass along orders, preparing the men for the subterfuge.

Then I exchanged the spyglass for the speaking trumpet and jumped up onto the gunwale.

Near the stern of HMSย Blitz, rowers and lieutenants began to descend the ladder to the jolly boat.

โ€œAdvance no further, impotent Puritans!โ€ I yelled at them across the waves. โ€œOr your livers will bleed on the end of my cutlass!โ€

The men filed into the jolly, ignoring my hollow threats. I continued shouting at them, solidifying the ruse that my only defense was to attack them with words.

I was so lost in my dire declarations to cause harm that I didnโ€™t sense Reynolds behind me until his arm chopped the backs of my knees.

Loss of balance sent me tumbling. The trumpet flew backward. My body toppled forward, and Reynolds shoved my legs, sealing my fate.

I fell.

It was a long, horrifying drop. Long enough for a thousand doubts to flood in and swallow me in panic.

At the last moment, I gathered my senses, arrowed my body, feet first, and pressed my arms to my sides. When I hit the surface of the water, it felt like I collided with hard earth. My teeth sliced my tongue. Air ripped from my lungs, and every bone jarred with the impact.

Then I sank. And sank. As I plunged deeper into the sea, my thoughts obsessed over what was transpiring above the surface.

Jobah would be executing my orders to flee. The crew would be hauling lines, turning canvas, and hooting in mutinous cheer, leading Lord Cutler to believe they had just sacrificed their wanted captain to save their own lives.

If Lord Cutler opened fire to stop their escape, I wouldnโ€™t just die down here. He would lose my carcass amid the wreckage and debris.

Right now I suspected he was weighing the value of my drowning body against that of my captured crew. And he would settle on the same conclusion I had.

My head was worth more, whether or not it was attached to the rest of me. He wouldnโ€™t chaseย Jadeย at the risk of losing his prize to the sea.

Each second felt like an eternity as I plunged through the blue water, my lungs burning, legs kicking desperately, heart racing, and vision fading. I knew falling overboard was dangerous, but I wasnโ€™t ready for the sudden, terrifying wave of hysteria.

My throat convulsed, struggling against the urge to gulp. Invisible currents pummeled me like relentless fists, tossing me about and distorting my sense of direction. I strained to find the surface, but sunlight was obscured by encroaching black spots.

I had hoped to stay conscious, but it seemed inevitable as my strength waned, replaced by violent, involuntary muscle spasms. The need to breathe was so intense that I didnโ€™t think I could endure another moment without gasping.

The last thing I saw was the mighty hull of the Jade above me. It churned the water as it turned, accelerating with sails that must have been full and tightly trimmed. With the warship still moored, Jade would soon be out of firing range.

I clapped a hand over my nose and mouth, stifling the agonizing ache to gulp as her wake shoved a tonnage of bone-breaking seawater over my head.

Undercurrents grabbed my useless legs and pulled me down, down, down into the yawning darkness.

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