The relentless humidity and heat climbed with the rise of the sun as Charlisse and the reverend traveled down Fisher's Row in their horse-drawn buggy. The governor's residence, otherwise known as King's House, was located near the batteries that protected the entrance to the harbor. Taking in a deep breath of sea air, Charlisse believed with all her heart that everything was going to be fine nowthat Governor Moodyford would see the sense of their arguments, release Merrick, and the illustrious captain would be home in time for supper. With God on her side, what other possible outcome could there be? Nothing but cheerful anticipation bounded from her soulso very different from yesterday's hopelessness.