The
little ship rocked violently as a cannonball hit the side. Chunks of
wood ripped off like a scab and floated away from the ship. Kitty
cursed under her breath as she hit the deck and grabbed onto a line;
her arm automatically reached to her scabbard and took out the dagger
as well. It wouldn't be too long before the pursuit ships were on
them and boarding and she wanted to be ready.
Inside
the pilot's room Rand returned from below-deck.
"Where
the hell are they?" Drake inquired of Rand. He knew this
little ship was faster than the pursuing vessels. "Why aren't
they here now, they should be here."
"Playing
by the book," Rand replied. "We have to make this look
good."
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