Thats enough, Jeb, he snapped, unwillingly finishing the sentence in his mind. Unless they went down . Well keep searching. Tell the crew Ill double their rations for the next week.
Aye, sir. The man paused and turned to Derek with a frown, then began hesitantly, Capn about the girl, she was
Whatever the man was about to say was cut off by the watchs weakened call of Ship ahoy!
Derek yanked out his glass. He spied a glimpse of tattered sail clinging to the one remaining mast of the Bella Nicola as she barely bobbed over the waves. A strange elation was overrun by surging impatience as he ordered his crew to full sail.
Though the sun continued to battle with still-laden clouds, Derek could see that the ship was dangerously low and obviously sinking. Her main mast had snapped and shot through her upper deck, where it remained in a bizarre tableau like nothing hed ever seen before.
Groans sounded as some of the unconscious crew awakened, and he felt an involuntary twinge of pity for the hell theyd obviously been through. He stifled it. Lassiter had a core crew for this ship, the majority of whom had sailed with him for two decades. It was logical to think that some, if not all, knew of the poisoning.
Derek was also disgusted with himself to find that he scanned the decks, irritated beyond reason that he couldnt find Nicole. Did the malicious little chit still cower in her cabin? No longer could he simply call her thief or spy. By poisoning the water, she was now a would-be murderer.
No one had died yet, some part of him argued, but his men continued to fall.
I simply want to find her alive so I can wring her lovely little neck.
While his ship closed in, he and his crew watched the scene unfold. A small figure was slumped over the wheel, frozen except for small, jerky movements. As they got closer, he could see what seemed like yards of hair spread out over the body. Nicole had the helm.
So much for cowering in her cabin.
Nicole lay dumbly, mute, unable to think of anything but the pain as she decided whether her bones were broken or her skull cracked.
Hearing a moan from the deck, she shook her head to try to clear it. The movement made her fall, but the ropes around her waist held her up. Squinting, she looked down in confusion. She was tied to the wheel?
She pushed at the knots, reverse threading. When free, she took a step back and collapsed, then scrambled up again. Fighting down a rising panic, she shoved her hair out of her eyes. Shed taken about ten limping steps when the unfamiliar roiling of the ship reminded her.
Her eyes snapped open in alertness as she recalled the endless hours of the storm. Water poured in below decks. Not this ship. Not this one! But shed known the Bella Nicola was sinking even hours ago? days ago?when theyd first encountered the gale.
She half-walked and half-crawled as fast as her flagging body could manage to where Chancey lay tied to the deck. She shook him, and he woke after a minute. After a few more, he groggily assessed the situation.
It did not look good.
The lifeboats? he croaked.
One lost. One b-broken.
She knew many sailors never learned to swim. Purposely. Because being trapped on the open sea, much lessin the sea, was worse than death. Her thoughts made her hands shake too wildly to make any headway with the ropes. Chancey had to help her with the lines that had carved deep, bloody grooves into his soaked, bloated skin.
Signal. We might yet get out a signal. He hauled himself up and hobbled to the stern of the ship.
She lay there, stupefied. She wasnt sure she could get up again. Chancey would send up a flare. If Sutherland hadnt gotten too far, they might be saved .
Suddenly, he stomped his foot and clapped his large hands in a mystifying display of energy. Nic, buck up, he called out drunkenly. Yer captain has come to save ye. His voice was thick as obvious relief infused him. Its not what Id have ordered up, but considerin the other choices
She turned slowly, not believing, too afraid to hope.
And there he was. Lord, he was beautiful.
Shed never seen a more welcome sight than Sutherland standing on the deck as his ship slipped in beside them. She thought shed remember forever the way his thick black hair ruffled in the wind, the way he nonchalantly rested a boot on the bottom rail with his muscular arms crossed over his wide chest. She smiled at him like a simpleton. Although her head hadnt cleared as it should have, pure pleasure thrummed through her, as strong as the despair it replaced. Not only did she know he was safe, he would save them .
Grappling hooks bounced over the Bella Nicola s deck.
Nicole watched in horror as they were snatched in, scraping along her already splintered deck before violently catching her recently whitewashed railing. Grappling hooks? The abuse of her ship, even though it was dying, chilled her. Why would he Did Sutherland think they would fight him? She needed to think. Why couldnt she think?
Nicole stared, not comprehending, when his men skulked aboard, armed as if they were taking a resisting crew. Her head snapped up to meet Sutherlands chilling gaze. Her heart slammed in her chest. Only this time it was not from the thrill and excitement shed experienced on seeing him a few moments before. This time it was fear.
Because Captain Sutherland looked like he wanted her dead.
Now that he was finally close enough to see Nicole, he wanted to see the guilt on her face. No, damn it, he wanted to see regret.
So he was not just surprised but startled when he looked down to find her gazing up at him with a blinding smile, as though a shutter had opened on some intrinsic light. Derek couldnt seem to drag his eyes away from the smile that used to have such an effect on him. Still haddamn her.
She seemed not to notice his intent look, and she was so pleased about well, he had no idea why she would be so happy to see him. Yes, he would save her hide, but surely she must know he would have determined whod poisoned his men. She had to know that he would exact revenge. Yet she looked up at him with her eyes shining, as if he were a hero of old come to save her.
It was unnerving.
Her gaze locked on another sight, and as the expression on her face changed, a strange feeling of disappointment passed through him. When his men threw the hooks to secure her ship, that beautiful smile guttered out, fading to a look of incomprehension.
He couldnt be sorry. He told himself it was with satisfaction that he watched her eyes follow his men. When she realized they were armed, the little fool turned to him, her chin lower than usual, her shoulders slumped. She was afraid. Hed known she would quake before himbeg him. But her next action stopped that thought cold.
Jumping up and planting her boots on the deck, her hair whipping across her face in dark, wet streams, she shook off any trace of fear. And replaced it with what could only be called rage. Then she bellowed at him. That little thing bellowed .