Chapter 29: Into Her Own Hands

Charlisse spent the rest of the day pacing the reverend's cottage while he attended to his duties at the church. Why didn't God do something? Her fears returned like vultures, pecking away at her withering faith and sending her hope adrift.

Sloane came by early in the evening to give his progress report, and at the reverend's bidding, he stayed for dinner. As all three sat dourly down to a meal of wild pork, mangoes, and corn, Sloane admitted in frustration he had nothing positive to report.

The reverend's news about Merrick's appointment at the gallows only increased the aged pirate's distress, causing the weathered lines on his face to deepen before Charlisse's eyes.

"The audacity o' that dawcock gov'nor," he grunted. "After all the cap'n's done fer him." He threw his fork down and stood. "Beggin' yer pardon, miss."

"It's perfectly all right, Sloane. I feel the same way." It was the first time she had seen him lose his voracious appetite.