With nothing more than I would be able to eat, I wrap my food in the cloth I started with. Land isn’t that far away. Doves, normally drawn to land, have taken to joining Charles while he lowers his nets.
Mary walks in, as I am about to leave, and her silence eats into my guilt.
‘You only needed to ask,’ she says.
‘I didn’t want to put you in a position where you needed to lie. I need to go, the longer I am here, the more danger you are in. Surely you see that?’
‘Then I wish you well,’ she says, turning around from the galley.
As I lower my boat into the water, water bubbles across the surface. I am too late. A ship, flying the flag of blue crossbones cuts through the waves towards our destination.
I cannot leave now, if my father still lives – I alone can save them.
I can’t wait to read the next part!
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