Hann's harsh gaze followed his captain from the room, and Isabel sensed the quartermaster didn't like Kent any more than she did. But when Hann faced Isabel, his features lightened. "May I get you anything, milady?"
Something odd struck her about the boy, but truth be told, he was the only man, aside from the reverend, who put Isabel immediately at ease. That ease dissipated as visions of the nightmare she'd endured in this room taunted her from every corner. "Do you have a Bible on board?"
Hann thought for a moment then turned around. "There might be one here." He scanned the books lining a shelf, then plucked one from its spot. "'Tis the captain's, I believe. A gift from an old enemy of his, he once told me."
Isabel thought of Merrick and wondered if he were that old enemy. Taking it from Hann, she brushed off the dust and thanked him. "That will be all for now, Hann."
The boy turned. "I'll be checkin' on ye in a bit."