Kent spread the charts on his desk and noted the Restitution's current position. They'd been at sea for five days. Having cleared the treacherous Windward Passage between Cuba and Santo Domingo, it would be smooth sailing to Cartagena, which they should reach in another ten to fifteen days, barring any unforeseen disaster.
Hann cleared his throat, reminding Kent the lad was still in his cabin, combing through the lists of supplies and navigation equipment. Kent had to give the boy credit. His skills as a quartermaster were superb, and his excellent managing of their provisions for the trip to Cartagena was to his credit. But when Kent glanced over his shoulder at the boy, his gaze quickly dropped to the papers in his hand. He was a good pirate, yet, there was something in Hann's violet eyes that gave Kent pause.