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The small man looked puzzled. “I don’t know about ‘er. But Mary told me to tell ye somethin’ else. She ‘eard the duke’s controller tellin’ someone that three ships are leavin’ Bristol a week from Wednesday, the
Frederica,
the
Honest George,
and the
Eastern Horizon.
The
Frederica
an’
Honest George
are ‘eadin’ to China by the regular route, but the other is ‘eadin’ to Russia.”

Nathaniel stiffened in surprise. To send a ship into the Black Sea given the current political climate in that area was unusual indeed. England was nearly at war with Russia. What did it mean?

Rat grinned, a greedy glint entering his eye. “Mary said that bit of news should be worth a fair amount of coin.”

Nathaniel pulled a wad of notes from his pocket, not even bothering to count the amount he handed over. That the duke was coming after him meant his father had no plans to trade Richard for Lady Anne. What would Nathaniel do with his half sister now? And how would he rescue Richard when he had to flee himself?

“Mary wanted me to tell ye one other thing, but as far as I can figure, it’s of no account. She said she wouldn’t ‘ave ‘elped ye if ye weren’t so bloody ‘and-some.” Rat spat at the ground, barely missing his own foot. “Women.”

Nathaniel ignored the remark. Whatever the reason Mary had risked herself to warn him, he was grateful. “We have to leave today. I’ll meet you here tonight, late. But be forewarned. Working for me is not easy. Gaol is the least of your fears. A man could get himself killed. Understand?”

“Ye provide three meals a day an’ a bit of grog, don’t ye?”

Nathaniel nodded.

“I’ll be ‘ere, Cap’n.”

“Then get yourself a bath as well,” Nathaniel added, tossing the man another coin.

* * *

Alexandra sat still while Trenton bandaged her chafed wrists. Nathaniel had been gone for over an hour, and in the strained silence of their waiting, Trenton had applied ointment to Alexandra’s wounds. Though she wasn’t sure what the unguent was, by its smell she suspected it was intended for animals, not humans. Still, she wasn’t about to complain. At least Trenton had cut her loose, and the pain in her hands and feet had finally ebbed.

“What happens if Nathaniel doesn’t come back?” she asked when the minutes began to drag like days. Though both Trenton and Tiny seemed like decent men compared to the dangerous Nathaniel, they were all pirates, plain and simple. Alexandra had overheard enough about their business to know that much. And the man called Garth was less kind. The others could be even worse.

Nathaniel was obviously their leader. Should something happen to him, she had no idea who would gain control. Or what they might do with her. After all, they thought her to be the daughter of their nemesis.

Trenton shrugged. “He’ll come back,” he said, but Alexandra could feel his anxiety as he turned about the room like a caged animal.

“If he doesn’t, will you let me go?” Her voice sounded small and frightened, even to her own ears. She cleared her throat and spoke more surely. “I mean, if Greystone kidnaps Nathaniel, or… or something, what will happen to me?”

“Nathaniel will be back,” Trenton nearly shouted, making Alexandra cringe. “You’re the duke’s daughter, for heaven’s sake. Surely you mean enough to him that he wouldn’t be so foolish.”

“But you can’t be sure what Greystone will do,” she said, taking a line of reasoning he would understand.

Trenton ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. “I’m sorry. I know you’re scared. I just don’t have any answers right now. We wait. That’s all. We just wait.”

Alexandra stood and walked to the window. One story below, the street was jumbled with women selling flowers, gypsies recaning chairs, peddlers plying their wares. Horses and carriages plowed through the melee amidst singsong voices—”Who’ll buy my sweet lavender?”—and she longed to walk freely among them.

“Why does Nathaniel hate the duke so badly?” she asked.

Trenton spoke from behind her. “When Nathaniel’s mother bore your father a deformed son, he—”

“Deformed?” Alexandra glanced over her shoulder. In her mind, Nathaniel was anything but deformed.

“His arm, of course. Greystone refused to have an imperfect heir. He tried to smother him, and would have succeeded if his housekeeper hadn’t stopped him. Martha Haverson rescued Nathaniel and ran away with him, raised him as her own.”

“The duke tried to kill Nathaniel?”

Trenton nodded. “Aye. Your father’s a dark man.”

Alexandra didn’t reply. She couldn’t imagine a man attempting to murder an innocent newborn, much less one of his own flesh. But then, she didn’t know Greystone.

Still, Nathaniel’s past didn’t justify his actions now. She was as innocent as he had been as a baby, and she could be in just as much danger. “How did you meet Nathaniel?”

“We served in the same frigate during the Opium War. Nathaniel was only eleven then.” Trenton’s voice softened as he warmed to the tale, no doubt as eager as she to keep their minds off their present anxiety. “He was a powder monkey, and the quickest one I’ve ever seen. At first, the other men teased him about his arm. They liked to rile his temper, and Nathaniel’s got a good one.” He chuckled. “But through the years he stood toe-to-toe with every last one of them until no one dared say anything about his arm or anything else, especially as he became stronger and quicker with only one than they were with two. He certainly earned my respect. I was a bit older than he when we met, closer to seventeen or eighteen—”

“You don’t know?”

Trenton shook his head. “I grew up as an orphan. My mother abandoned me when I was young, and I was raised in a workhouse. That place was hell,” he murmured, his words holding no self-pity. “I ran away to join the navy early on, and believe me, I’ve never looked back. Nathaniel’s all the family I’ve got.”

Alexandra couldn’t help but feel a twinge of empathy for the tall, brown-eyed man in front of her. When he fell silent, she tried to draw him into conversation again. “How long did you serve together?”

“Nearly five years, until our ship was decommissioned. Then we struck out on our own. We worked for a Swedish merchant for a while who took quite a liking to Nathaniel. Said he was the son he never had. When Sven died, he left his ship to us.”

“So why would you risk your lives and your ship stealing other people’s cargo?”

Alexandra’s words caused Trenton to glower. “I don’t expect you to understand. You were raised with all the money you could ever dream of, with finery and plenty to eat. Nathaniel and I had nothing, some days less than nothing.” He paced in front of the door, brooding. “Even still, for Nathaniel, it’s not the money.”

“What about the housekeeper who rescued Nathaniel? You said she raised him as her own. Certainly he knew love.”

“Martha did her best, but servants don’t make much, and she had to live with her employers. Nathaniel stayed with her sister, Beatrice, and Beatrice’s eight children. I guess Bee was none too kind… or generous.”

“I see.” Alexandra tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, understanding to a small degree what might have formed Nathaniel into the bitter man he was. “Is Martha still alive?”

“No.” Trenton spat into the empty chamber pot and arched a brow at her. “Your father staged an accident. Nathaniel was nearly killed, too. It happened just after Martha took him to meet the duke—”

“Meet him?” Alexandra repeated in surprise.

“Aye. He was only seven or so, and she thought Greystone might change his mind when he saw how capable and clever Nathaniel was. Evidently he didn’t.”

Alexandra shivered. “How did the, er, accident happen?”

“They were traveling post. Someone ran their carriage off the road, and it overturned. Martha was pinned beneath it. Another fellow was killed, too. A stranger. But Nathaniel managed to crawl out.”

“Did he go back to Martha’s sister’s then?”

“For a while. But without Martha’s income, times got even harder, and Beatrice became more resentful of his presence. He ran away several times. Lived on the streets for almost a year. Then he joined the navy.”

“By the law, Nathaniel is the duke’s rightful heir. There is nothing Greystone can do about that,” she pointed out.

“There is if no one can prove the duke is lying.” Trenton gave her an aggravated look that told Alexandra he didn’t believe she hadn’t heard any of this before, but he continued with the story anyway. “Your father claims the son his first wife bore him died the day of its birth, only minutes after his mother. Martha was the only person who knew otherwise, besides the midwife, who was old at the time and died shortly after.”

“But why didn’t Martha try to establish the truth while Nathaniel was still a baby? It would have been far simpler back then.”

“I don’t know. She was probably afraid of the duke at first, afraid for Nathaniel. And she wanted him as her own. She went to London and lived in hiding for several years. Then she heard about your birth and decided, since you were a girl, that the duke might welcome Nathaniel back after all, especially when he saw that the boy’s arm was no handicap. She knew she could never give Nathaniel all the duke could, so she risked her life to take him home—and she paid the price.”

“Could the duke be so evil?”

Trenton’s eyes became as hard as flint. “You have no idea.”

“Listen,” she said, hoping an honest appeal to Trenton might help her case. He seemed like a decent man. “I’ve not heard any of this before. I’m not Lady Anne. I don’t even know her or the duke. Can’t you see that? If you don’t let me go, I’ll miss my boat to India and then—”

Frantic banging at the door made them both jump as Nathaniel’s voice came through the panel.

“Trenton! Let me in.”

Trenton appeared relieved by the sound of his captain’s voice, but Alexandra suspected he was equally glad to be saved from having to respond to her entreaty. He crossed the room and threw back the bolt, and the pirate captain pushed inside.

“We must go. Now,” Nathaniel told him, a determined look on his face.

“What happened?” Trenton followed his friend around the room as Nathaniel stuffed into a bag what few belongings he had brought with him the night before.

“Mary’s been found out. My father’s on his way here.”

“But what about Richard? And her?” Trenton indicated Alexandra with a nod of his head.

Nathaniel lowered his voice, but Alexandra could still hear his words and the anger that infused them. “He’s coming after us, so he must have no plans to release Richard, even for her.”

“What do we do now?”

“She goes with us.”

“Why? What good would that do?”

“What other choice do we have?”

“She’s no good to us if the duke won’t trade for her. I say we let her go.”

“Not on your life.”

“But the
Royal Vengeance
is no place for a woman!”

“That’s the way things are for now.” Nathaniel held his bag next to his body so he could tie it shut with his hand. “We’ll simply have to do the best we can.”

“It’s too dangerous. Even if we could keep our own men from molesting her, the
Vengeance
could take a ball and sink, or we could lose our lives in the middle of a boarding. Then what would happen to her?”

Alexandra held her breath as she awaited Nathaniel’s response. Besides the dangers Trenton had already enumerated, she knew Aunt Pauline would be long gone if she didn’t get away from Nathaniel and his men soon.
Please listen to him,
she prayed.
Let me go. Let me go.

“Then her life shall rest on my father’s conscience. He had the chance to rescue her, and he didn’t take it,” Nathaniel responded.

Alexandra felt her heart plunge to her knees.

“Nathaniel—” Trenton began.

“Look,” the pirate captain interrupted, “when my father’s played his ace and comes here only to find us gone, maybe he’ll see that we’re serious and agree to the trade. If we let Anne go, there’s no telling what he might do to Richard. Things are too precarious to go after our own right now. My father’s been counting upon our taking the bait all along.”

Trenton nodded, and Alexandra could have guessed his next words before he spoke them. Concession, pure and simple.

“Then we have no choice.”

“None.”

“But how can we go?” Trenton asked. “We don’t have much by way of supplies. We weren’t planning on leaving for another three days.”

“Get what you can,” Nathaniel told him. “Regardless, we sail tonight.”

Trenton crossed to the door, then turned back, his hand still on the knob. “Where to?”

“To the Black Sea. One of my father’s ships is heading there, and I want to intercept her.”

“To Russia?” Trenton’s brows drew together.

“I’ll explain later.” Nathaniel motioned him away. “There’s no time now. I’ve got to take care of a few details before we go. I’ll meet you at the dock at midnight. And one more thing. That man I met today, Rat, will be joining us.”

“Why—”

“Later. For now, get back and stock the ship. We’re going to need all the provisions we can get if we’re sailing to the Crimea.”

Trenton nodded. Glancing almost apologetically back at Alexandra, he saluted his captain and was gone. And with him went every hope Alexandra had of being released.

Chapter 5