Enger hammered through Isabel. Going back to Port Royal? She had not felt the ship turn, but perhaps she wouldn't have sensed it in the throes of the storm. Surely Kent would not be so cruel as to abandon the search for their son?
In one leap, Cutter bounded from his chair. "Marrying Sawkins? Of all the preposterous notions!" The scar on his upper lip curled as a snicker escaped his mouth.
Embarrassment stung Isabel. "I'm afraid it's true."
Cutter frowned, his brows pinching.
"I'll explain later." Isabel faced Murdock. "Who told you this?"
"Lord Sawkins, milady." His eyes shifted from Cutter to Isabel. "He sent me to tell ye. Said he thought ye should know."
Confusion and anger battled within her. The only way the captain could have found out about her betrothal would have been by Sawkins' own lips. Why would he purposely cause such discord? "Why didn't his lordship come to tell me himself?"