Chapter 45: Oh death, Where is thy Sting?

"To battle, men!" Merrick shouted, sending his crew swarming back over the bulwarks. The clank of sword and crack of pistol accompanied the roar of thunder above as Merrick shoved his way toward Kent.

With one hand, he wrenched the knife from Kent's grasp while with the other, he struck him in the jaw. Kent toppled to the deck.

Charlisse rushed into Merrick's arms, sobbing.

"You're all right now," He engulfed her in his embrace, keeping an eye on Kent, who floundered on the deck like a fish out of water.

Plucking a handkerchief from his pocket, Merrick pressed it on Charlisse's neck, relieved the wound did not appear too deep. He wiped away her tears with his thumb. Nothing but appreciation and love reflected in her liquid-blue eyes. Drawing her near, he kissed her forehead and waited for her shuddering to cease.

Instead, she pushed from him with a shriek and ran to her father's side. "How could I have forgotten?" Kneeling, she took his hand in hers.