The Restitution swooped down a surging roller as Kent steadied his gaze upon his fleeing prey. Under a full crowd of sail, the slaver made a good run for it, but she sat low in the water. Although her crew tossed crates and barrels overboard to lighten their load, their efforts would be futile. Hot wind swamped him, igniting the excitement of the chase. He braced his boots as the ship thrust boldly into the next swell, sending a spray of foam exploding over the bow.
With Isabel aboard, he'd hoped to avoid pirating, but he would certainly put her in more danger should he not keep his voracious crew appeased. With him out of the way, they wouldn't hesitate to pass her among them like a common trollop.
Up on the foredeck, Hann grinned at her like a pirate who'd just found treasure. The lad leaned in to whisper something in Isabel's ear, and she giggled. Jealousy oozed green in Kent's heart. Must the woman lavish her affections on every man on board? Every man except him?