Chapter 136: The God of Fate, Part 2

Kent took off his hat and slapped it against his thigh, sending a shower of droplets over the floor of his cabin. Slamming the door behind him, he ran a hand through his dripping hair and stomped to his desk. The worst of the storm had passed. Exhausted, he slumped into a chair and leaned his head back with a sigh. He'd not seen Isabel since he'd escorted her to her cabin yesterday. He'd hoped she had fared well and not been frightened during the tempest, but the demands of the storm had kept him on deck. With Hann injured and Cutter attending to him, Kent could think of no one he trusted to check on Isabel. Despite the torment her presence inflicted on him, he determined to see her as soon as he donned some dry clothes. His eyes landed on an old bottle of rum taunting him from the shelf. Licking his lips, he longed for a sipor two or threeanything to dull the pain carving a trail across his heart.

Someone pounded on his door.