Chapter 3

He hurried to the end of the nearest line, avoiding eye contact with the redcoats. If there was one danger about being on deck, it was of being noticed and singled out by one of the redcoats. Most of the other convicts had nothing to worry about. They had nothing the redcoats wanted. However, Jacob was young and slender; his body smooth except for a small nest of dark blonde pubic hair. “Your beauty isn’t just the beauty of youth,” Peter had told him. “It’s almost feminine.” It had made him squirm, though not as much as when he saw the look in the eyes of the redcoats. It was the same look he’d seen in the eyes of some of the convicts. Without Peter’s presence, he’d have been having a very hard time of it. Unfortunately, if one of the redcoats took a shine to him, there’d be nothing Peter could do to protect him.