Relentless Pursuit Page 36
He stared around at the damage, his mind dulled by Unrivalled’s wild cheering, which Halcyon’s people would always remember, even when they were sent to other ships.
He said, “Pipe the hands to the braces, if you please.” If only his eyes would stop smarting.
He looked at the anchorage again, already hidden in smoke and shadow.
Unrivalled was the last to leave. As ordered.
And tomorrow . . .
He heard Jago remark, “Our gig will need more than a couple of new planks when we gets home, sir.”
“Yes.” He did not trust himself to say more.
Home had a new meaning now.
Jago watched him, and was satisfied.
Like his ship, he thought. Second to None.