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“I’d give it back if I could, you pasty-faced brat!” Abby said.

“Abby, that’s enough! Johanna, it happened before I ever met you!”

“Oh,” Johanna said.

“And again this very morning, if we’re keeping a tally,” Abby said.

Johanna glared at the older, prettier, pregnant girl a moment, then turned away and started running. Jack raced after her and found her lying on the ground, sobbing. Jack sat beside her and said, “This is not the best of circumstances, but we’ll get through it. Right now we’ve some men to save, and I’ll ask you to be civil for the time being. Too much noise at the wrong time could get us all killed.”

Johanna looked him in the eyes. “You coupled with her this very morning? How could you, Jack?”

“I’m sorry I’ve hurt you. That’s all I can say.”

When they got back to the camp, Rose was grinning at him.

“Don’t say a word,” Jack warned.

Surprisingly, Hester had not spoken throughout the ordeal. She’d been treated far worse by men than what she’d seen between Jack and her daughter, and seemed content to stay out of it. When the camp had quieted down to an uneasy truce, Pim gave Jack his scouting report.

“There’s eight soldiers guardin’ the Blue Dog,” he said, “and I don’t know how many inside. Maybe ten, maybe twice that. Some’re whorin’, some’re waitin’ for the hangin’. Like you said, the men are all upstairs, so there must be guards on the steps as well. There were two guardin’ the road on this side and two on the other, but they’re arguin’ for their souls with St. Peter at present. You formed a plan yet?”

“Has The Fortress moved?”

“Aye, she’s backed out to deeper water, so she must’ve seen your signal. But she’ll be a sittin’ duck out there against The Viceroy, without man enough to work the guns.”

“And the shore boats? Have the soldiers burned them?”

“Nay, they be right where they was.”

“They must think they got all the pirates bottled up in one place.”

“Aye, and most of ’em drunk or drugged half way to Hades.”

“In your experience, Pim, how superstitious are our mates?”

“This lot what’s holed up in the Blue Dog? Worst I’ve seen.”

“I agree. And what of soldiers in general, what do they fear most?”

Pim rubbed his beard. “I couldn’t say for certain. But witches and faeries would scare any man, ’specially if they was comin’ for their souls, I guess.” He paused a minute and then said, “Why, you thinkin’ of scarin’ ‘em somehow?”

Jack smiled.

“Then what’re we waitin’ for?” Pim said.

“Dark.”

Chapter 19

They had eight muskets between them, and a number of pistols and knives. Of the women, only Hester had fired a weapon before, and her experience was limited to pistols. They’d be going up against at least eight soldiers, two of whom stood behind the back of the building. There were at least twenty more inside, maybe more.

A sudden shriek pierced the night air, from inside the Blue Dog. Then, several more followed. A gun fired, and things went quiet. Five minutes later, wild cheering erupted.

“What d’you think, Cap’n?” Pim said.

Jack set his jaw. “I think they’ve hung the first one.”

Jack explained the plan twice, then arranged the participants and had them act it out. He offered several possible variations, and reviewed how they should react. By the time he felt comfortable with the details, it was dark. By then, if Jack was right about the screams and cheering, three more of his crew had been hung.

Since the Blue Dog was on a corner lot, there was nothing to prevent the soldiers from guarding the side, or going around the building to chat or drink with the guards in back. So Pim worked his way through the woods until he had a clear view of the far side. George and Rose worked their way to the edge of the woods on the near side, and got as close as they could to the Blue Dog while avoiding detection. At that point, Jack and Hester left the safety of the woods, followed by Abby and Johanna, trying to look like a regular colonial family that had wandered into the wrong area.

There were fifty yards of open space between the center of the woods and the back of the Blue Dog. The soldiers had set two sets of lamps on each corner behind the saloon, figuring to track any movement that blocked the light. But they’d grown lax in their duty, figuring all the pirates were caught and secured on the second floor, and the hanging had begun more than an hour ago and continued without interruption. So when Jack and his new “family” approached the soldiers and Hester cried out, “Sirs!” the guards were so startled they nearly shot each other.

Had Jack realized how carelessly they were guarding the back, he would have simply walked up and killed them. But that opportunity had passed, and now the soldiers were aiming muskets at them. The two girls peeked out from behind.

“Who are you?” one said, “And what are you doing out here without a lamp?”

The soldier’s breath was heavy with liquor.

“We came down the beach some time ago, headed for St. Alban’s,” Jack said. My wife had a pain in her chest and we went to the woods to seek an herb. Then we got lost and stayed that way until we seen your lights. Can you say if there be a doctor nearby?”

The other soldier walked to the corner, picked up one of the lamps, and brought it back. He held it up to Hester’s face and cursed, almost dropping it.

“What the hell is wrong with your woman?”

“As I say, she’s sufferin’.”

“You said her chest was paining her. Maybe we should take a look.”

Jack said, “Go ahead and show them, dear. Maybe they can help.”

“Aye, we’ve seen lots of titties. We know how they’d look should somethin’ be wrong with ‘em.”

As Hester began working the buttons the soldiers drew in for a closer look. But as she opened the top of her dress, Rugby shrieked and jumped out with claws flying. Neither soldier had time to react, as Jack’s knife made short work of them. A moment later, George and Rose ran up to him, panting. Jack and George stripped and changed into the guard’s uniforms, then helped Hester, Johanna and Abby drag the bodies back to the woods. Rugby followed them with something hanging from his mouth. Turned out she’d ripped one of the guard’s ears off and was saving it to eat later.

Rose hid herself under Jack’s coat and scrunched up against the back of the building where the light was dim.

With their jobs done, Hester, Johanna and Abby sought shelter in the woods. Pim’s whistle told Jack that he had them covered, should anyone approach from the far side of the building.

Based on what Pim had said, Jack had reason to believe his men could sense that he was nearby. This would give them courage, should they regain their faculties. What Jack didn’t understand was Pim’s comment that, with Jack beneath the window, the men would quickly start sobering up and lose their grogginess from the drugs.

Just then, another burst of cheering emanated from the building, which meant they were down five men. Moments later, two drunken soldiers made their way around the far corner and picked up the remaining lamp. They were in their long johns and one was wearing his soldier’s cap backwards. Jack hollered, “Here, let me give you a hand.” He moved quickly to them, and listened as they told him about the quality of the hookers and beer inside. He interrupted their stories with his knife. George ran over and helped drag the new bodies out of view.

Four down, and two of them guards. Leaving six guards out front, and maybe two dozen soldiers inside. Plus however many were entertaining whores in the building next door.

By Jack’s calculation there were probably more pirates in the Blue Dog than soldiers. Good. As he was about to begin the tricky part of his plan, he heard Pim’s danger whistle.

“Rose,” he whispered. “Stay down.”

A soldier had made his way down the side of the building to check on the other guards. As he turned the corner, George, on his knees, swung the butt of his musket as hard as he could into the soldier’s knee caps. The soldier let out a scream that died in his throat when George cut his neck. Two of the other guards at the front corner heard their comrade’s scream and ran to the back of the building to investigate. George was hovering over the body, pretending to give it aid. As the soldiers approached, George turned toward them, revealing two drawn pistols, which he used to shoot them. Then he tossed the pistols to Jack for reloading, and shouted for help.

The three remaining guards raced around the building. As they approached, George shouted, “One pirate, running. He’s kilt these two, but he’s out of ammunition!” George pointed to the sand dunes. Two of them made for the sand dune, the third started running to warn the soldiers inside.

It wasn’t necessary, since they’d all heard the gunfire. A half-dozen soldiers joined the guard out front, heard the report of an unarmed lone pirate running through the sand dunes, and rejoined the soldiers inside who were conducting the hangings. By then, Pim had shot the two on the sand dune, and George and Jack lured the remaining guard out of view and stabbed him quietly, then propped the body against the wall to make it appear he was passed out.

George stood guard out front while Jack entered the whorehouse. Moments later Jack returned and reported there were no soldiers inside. He waited for Pim’s whistle. When it came, Jack went to the back of the building and told Rose it was time. She climbed out from under Jack’s coat and stood below the second floor window, whose base was about sixteen feet off the ground. She lifted her arms over her head. At that moment, Jack would have given anything to see what she was going to do and how she planned to do it. But George needed help, so he reluctantly turned the corner and ran to the front of the building to provide it.

Then the sound started.

Chapter 20

Because it was dark, and the remaining two lamps inadequate to offer Pim or the women a clear view of what transpired next, and because for the rest of their lives no one believed the pirates’ version, since admittedly they were drunk or drugged at the time, and because there was only one sober person who knows exactly what happened, and since she was the one who did it—history never recorded what happened that night behind the Blue Lagoon.

But according to the captured pirates, she flew.

Rose flew.

Or at least, she lifted herself off the ground.

As she raised herself higher and higher into the warm night air behind the Blue Lagoon, she began speaking words that Jack had never heard in any of his travels. Indeed, she seemed to be speaking two or three different languages at the same time, and her voice was huge and shrill and powerful, and louder than any storm. As the sounds from her voice grew louder and louder still, the pirates covered their ears and fell to their knees and prayed for mercy. By then the sound had become a high-pitched wail, a shrieking, ear-splitting cyclone of a sound that shattered the second floor window.

Jack’s superstitious men took one look at the demon-possessed child hovering twenty feet off the ground and became horror struck. It seemed to be the coming of the dead. They cried and moaned and gnashed their teeth and crossed themselves and pushed their fingers deep into their ears. Such was the chaos that every soldier on the first floor scrambled up the stairs to see what was happening. At that precise moment, while the hallway and stairs were filled with soldiers, Jack charged through the front door with George and the two began shooting. Then, according to the drunken survivors, Rose opened her eyes and they glowed reptilian yellow, with a vertical black line in the center. She switched to English and spewed forth such vile oaths and imprecations that Jack’s thirty-five hardened pirates crashed through the door and charged into the soldiers with wild abandon, like deer running from a raging fire.

Finding themselves caught off guard, trampled by the fleeing pirates, the soldiers were unable to fire their weapons for lack of space to point them. With upwards of forty men on the staircase, screaming and pushing to escape, it finally crashed to the floor. By then, Pim had joined his friends and together they emptied their weapons into the enemy. When the pirates realized Jack and Pim were killing soldiers, they warmed to the task and killed their share.

A half hour later, the pirates were settled in the landing boats, waiting for their captain. To a man, they refused to look in Rose’s direction, though Jack himself had vouched for her. Had they looked at Rose, they’d have seen Rugby perched on her shoulder, looking very calm.

Jack shook Pim’s hand, clapped him on the shoulder and said, “Good luck to you, and your wife-to-be. I’ll miss you.”

Pim said, “And you as well. Godspeed!”

Jack hugged Johanna, thanked George, kept his distance from Rose, and waved to Hester. Then he and Abby Winter climbed into one of the boats and they all headed out to sea. After twenty minutes of rowing, Jack instructed them to sing pirate songs so the skeleton crew would know to come fetch them.

Within moments of boarding, Abby started in.

“What manner of conditions are these?” she said. “You men live like pigs! I’ve never smelled anything like it! Have you no pride?”

She approached Cook, who was busy working at his enormous pot. Scattered around him on the deck floor were dead pigeons, turtles, fish, palm hearts, pickled eggs, onions, cabbage, wine, and some ingredients she had never seen before, nor cared to see again.

“What is that dreadful stench?” she said.

“Salamagundi, miss,” said Cook.

“What’s that?”

“Dinner.”

“Why, it smells like the bowels of a goat. Like the very breath of death!”

“Well, the smell’s the best part.”

“God help us all.”

Cook looked at Jack. “Shall I toss her overboard for you?” he said.

“She’s new. I’ll get her belowdecks, get her settled in,” Jack said.

Abby attempted to follow Jack down the steps into the hold, but began retching. She grabbed her mouth and reversed course and puked on the deck, five feet from Cook’s pot.

“Is that your contribution to the pot, miss?” Cook said.

“Oh, you wretched, wretched beasts!” she cried.

Halfway down the steps, Jack sighed. This was why they normally didn’t allow women on board ship. He climbed back up the stairs and joined her. “You feel better now?”

“What’s going on here?” Abby said. “You can’t tell me you live like this!”

“I can and we do.”

“But you can’t! I mean, you don’t actually sleep at the bottom of those steps!”

“Aye, miss, we do. As you will, and gladly, when a big enough storm’s afoot.”

“What has happened down there to make such a vile odor?”

“Happened?”

“I mean, it’s an unnatural smell.”

“That’s what you said about the soup.”