Kent held a pistol to Morris' head. Armed enemies surrounded him. He was either the bravest man Isabel had known or the most foolish. At the moment, as a pinprick of hope tingled within her, she opted for the former. He risked his life for herfor her sonand that alone made him golden in her eyes.
Morris narrowed his gaze while a grin tugged at his lips. "You plan to stop more than a hundred men with that one little pistol?"
"No. I plan to stop you." Kent tossed sweaty strands of hair from his face. "After that it won't matter." He glanced behind him at the pirates inching toward him. "You know I'm a good shot, Morris, and it'll take only one bullet to pierce that thick skull of yours."
Wiping the sweat from his brow, Morris glanced up at the men strew across the yards of his ship. His eyelids fluttered in a silent nod, and Isabel spotted a man aiming his musket at Kent. Alarm raged through her heart.