Chapter 372:
Caspian
I find it hard to believe Nancy.
She told me this morning, quietly, almost hesitantly, as if she wasn't sure she should say it at all.
I still can't believe it.
The so-called Devil of the Seas,the terror of Port Vermilion, the man who took the Pirate King's eye, the man who made me sign a blood contract—is a woman?
I don't believe it.
She doesn't even look like a woman. She's tall. Flat-chested. Her jaw is sharp. Her voice is low. She moves like a soldier, not a lady.
And a woman wouldn't be so...
I stop the thought.
Nevermind.
I walk across the ship. There's nothing to do. The sails are set. The course is plotted. The men are working, or drinking, or sleeping.
Which may be why I've been spending a little too much time with Marina.
I feel a small amount of guilt for Penelope. She's at home, waiting for me, wearing my ring, carrying my name. But she understands. I am a man, after all. I have needs.
