Page 181 of Storm over the Caribbean
So…that had been a test?
Of course. This was Mr Rikkard Ambrose. Healwayshad a reason for what he was doing, and most often more than one.
“So…” Eyes narrowed into slits, I once again stared at the distant ship. “Do you think they know about the other things as well? The sabotage? The murder attempt?”
“Most likely not. But…”
“But?”
“Probably only because nobody bothered to inform them. As for whether they would have cared had they known…?”
He trailed off meaningfully.
I swallowed. “I see.”
“Indeed.”
“Captain Rockface?”
“Yes, Freddy the Fatty?”
“Do you think you could show me how to load a cannon?”
“With pleasure.”
Five minutes later…
Boom!
“Mwahahahahaha!”
“Um…are you all right, Mister?”
Glancing behind me, I noticed Liam. For some reason, he was eyeing me wearily.
“Never been better! Hand me that cannonball, will you?”
“Err…all right.”
Boom!
“Haha! Mwhahahaha!”
Suffice it to say it was a very satisfying day. Firing cannons does wonders for pregnancy moods. I should recommend it to Ella once I got home.
“Homeward, men!” Mr Ambrose roared from where he was dangling in the rigging, a sabre clutched in his right hand. “Homeward to celebrate!”
A roar of cheers went up from the crowd of pirates on the deck below. The fact that the deck happened to be spattered withblood and was part of a stolen ship didn’t seem to bother any of them. It also didn’t really bother me, for that matter.
“Plenty of whiskey and rum for everyone!”
“Huzzah!” the pirates roared. Throwing my arms into the air, I joined in. “Huzzah, huzzah!”
“We’ll revel all through the night, celebrating our victory!”
“Huzzah! Huzzah! Huzzah!”
“And we shall feast to our heart’s content!”
