I know what you’re thinking, Gray,” O’Shea’s brogue lilted down through the skylight one warm morning, while Sophia was hard at work.
Mr. Grayson responded, a raw longing in his voice. “Aye. It would be so easy to take her.”
Sophia nearly dropped her quill.
“We’ve the advantage of the wind,” O’Shea said.
“And a faster ship,” Gray replied. “We’d be on her stern in no time.”
Ships. Sophia breathed again. They were speaking of ships.
“Those were the days.” O’Shea gave a low whistle. “One cannonball to the rudder…”
“Wouldn’t even need that. She’d accept our terms with little more than a signal shot and a smile.”
She could hear that smile in his voice.
He continued, “Cannons are for amateurs. Seizing a ship intact…it’s all in the approach. From the moment that sail appears on the horizon, you act as though it’s already yours. All that remains is to inform the other captain.

Autor: Tessa Dare