Chapter 128: Slaves and Masters, Part 3

Do you not care for treasure, Doctor?" Isabel had not stayed long in her cabinwould not be dismissed like a common servant. As soon as she'd felt the ships collide and heard the pirates thundering over to claim their prize, she'd come on deck and inched her way closer to the larboard railing where Cutter stood, pipe in hand.

"It holds no value to me. I was once a wealthy man." Cutter gave her a wary look. "Ah yes, I see the surprise in your eyes. But 'tis true. Wealth brought me no happiness then. Why should it now?"

Isabel had never heard of anyone who did not aspire to wealth, save Hann who'd left all she'd had to become a pirate. What a strange breed of people. Yet as she studied the greed dripping from the pirates' faces as they blasted their way into the hold of their enemy's ship, she had to admit riches had an ill effect on some.

It is not the money itself, but the place it holds in one's heart, Beloved.