"Where did all the Spanish galleons come from?" Isabel heard the terror in her voice. "Why are there so many?"
"More'n likely a treasure fleet, miss," Smithy offered. "Transportin' their fortune to Cadiz. Pearls from Rio de la Hacha and silver and gold from Peru." Eyes gleaming, he rubbed spittle from his lips with the back of his hand. "They grow tired of pirates stealin' their gold, so they sails in fleets like this." He gave a coarse chuckle.
"Identifíquelo y su barco!" The Spanish demand blasted over them from a man standing on the galleon off their port side.
Cutter withdrew the pipe from his lips. "I hope you remember your Spanish, Captain."
Beside him, Sawkins shook his head and kept muttering, "Sheer folly. Sheer folly. Sheer folly."
Hann stared at the towering square-shaped galleon veering toward them. She glanced nervously over her shoulder. "They're opening their gun ports, Captain."