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remember?”
    “I’m not likely to be so accommodating now. You should’ve taken the offer when I made it, you
    arse.”
    “I will have to remember that next time.” He gave her a crooked grin. “Come, we have to get back
    to the ship.”
    He clasped her hand and led her back through the woods. They broke through the brush to see the
    Serpent in the water, just off-shore. The beach swarmed with red-coated soldiers. She sucked in air as
    Blac and she were surrounded immediately. Instinct made her grasp his hand for comfort. “What’s going
    on, Blac?”
    He hissed through his teeth, grabbed hold of her wrist. “Just let me do the talking, Angel. I mean it,”
    he whispered. “Don’t say a damned word.”
    The crowd of men split and a slender, narrow faced man came forward with a tight smile. “Well,
    Captain Barclay. I see you and your crew fared the trip well. We had a difficult time keeping up with that
    swift little raft you own.”
    Blac smiled.
    Angel tensed, and some sixth sense told her something huge was about to happen.
    “That’s the beauty of the brigantine, Charles. There are few ships that can keep pace with them.”
    The man cleared his throat and gave a tight smile. “Lieutenant Worthington,” he corrected. “She
    may be fast, but will she hold up under duress?”
    “That’s the thing, Charles , sometimes brute force doesn’t win the fight. Quite often, it’s the more
    strategic man who takes home the spoils of war.”
    The lieutenant winced at Blac’s intentional use of his name. “Indeed.” He turned toward Angel.
    “Speaking of spoils of war, I see you captured Logan’s little wench.”
    Blac’s jaw twitched. “This is his daughter.”
    Surprise rounded the lieutenant’s eyes. He waved a hand. “Nevertheless, she’ll be someone’s
    wench soon, won’t she?”
    Blac’s fists balled up. Suspicion held Angel immobile. How did these two know each other ?
    “Aren’t you a little early? I believe the deal was for two more weeks,” Blac said.
    The lieutenant dismissed him with a wave of his hand. “Why wait? I figured we should get it done
    and over with. Don’t put off what you can do today.”
    Blac’s gaze narrowed on the lieutenant. He held up Angel’s wrist. “I have taken her prisoner. I’ll be
    returning to Port Royal with her posthaste.”
    Angel swung toward Blac, aghast at his words. “What?” His grip tightened on her wrist and she
    struggled to free herself. “What are you doing?” she shrieked.
    Lieutenant Worthington glanced from her to Blac and then back again. “I see she is feisty. Perhaps
    she will be too much for you to handle, old man.”
    Blac returned the half smile. “Ahhh, experience overcomes young energy any day. As you grow
    older, you learn exactly how to tame a woman with a gentle hand and less fuss. It saves you the energy of
    fighting with her when there are always better things to do with a woman.”
    “Indeed.” He smirked at Blac. “Well, I do wish I could allow you to retain your spoils of war, but
    the King has ordered me with the current task at hand. You were simply along because you knew where
    the island was located. Your services have been very informative and the King, I’m sure, appreciates
    such loyalty from his subjects. As do we all. I wish you luck in your next venture, old chap.” Charles
    nodded. “Men, seize the chit and let’s get to the ship.”
    ~*~
    Escape!
    The word possessed Angel, replaying in her mind until it finally formed a prison all its own. The
    sun sank into the horizon, radiating brilliant hues of pink and gold. The path cut sharply down into a steep
    ravine littered with multi-sized boulders just below them. Tall tips of palm trees reached into the cerulean
    sky like gigantic sentinels.
    The grip on her arm tightened considerably until she winced. Tension coiled between the two men
    walking beside her, after Blac had announced he would escort them. They were headed toward the
    harbor. The