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    white at the temples and streaked throughout his full beard. He sat on the floor, hanging his head between
    his knees. Logan raised his head. There wasn’t a look of defeat in those stormy, blue eyes as Charles had
    first imagined, but rather anger. Pure, unadulterated rage.
    The pirate rose to his feet and Charles stepped back. Logan stood head and shoulders taller than he.
    He was so broad of shoulder he almost filled the entire cell. Immense shoulders sloped to a massive
    chest. Lines bracketed his mouth and fanned his eyes, and were the only signs of age on the man.
    Charles lifted his chin. “So we finally meet at long last.” He smirked. “Can’t say as I’m really
    honored though.”
    “The English have no honor.” Even the timbre of his voice was colossal. Deeper than the average
    man’s, it reverberated against the walls of the hull. A chill crept down Charles’s spine and he realized
    now why this man’s career had been so successful. One look at this man and people surrendered.
    Charles chuckled. “This, coming from a pirate?”
    Logan moved with an easy grace despite his height. His moves were measured, concise. He gripped
    the steel bars with both hands. “Honor among thieves. Even pirates can keep their word. It is the English
    who mask their deceit behind polite fronts and stab you with trickery. I could’ve gone into politics and
    done exactly the same things. But I prefer piracy; it’s more open. Honest. But I refuse to justify myself to
    you.”
    “Indeed.” Charles smiled and crossed his arms across his chest. “That’s why I prefer the way of the
    soldier, I simply do as I’m told and leave the worrisome politics to others.”
    “Do not delude yourself into believing you’re off the hook, Lieutenant. You may like to believe
    you’re simply doing your job but you made the choice to become a pawn in a dangerous game. And
    therefore, you have left yourself open to be used when and how they see fit. Forgive me, if I don’t find
    that type of life appealing in the least. It’s the very reason I chose to leave that life behind, my friend. Any
    mistakes I make now are mine and I have no one to answer to, save for the good man upstairs.”
    Charles lifted a hand to his chin and pondered Logan’s words. “You are very articulate. I wouldn’t
    have guessed that.”
    “You’re assuming I’ve been a pirate all my life.”
    Both of Charles’s brows lifted in surprise. “You’ve had a formal education?”
    “I was known by a different name then. It is a name that will forever remain hidden, locked away in
    some box till the day I die. Better men have tried to charm it out of me, tougher men have tried to beat it
    out of me. Trust me, Lieutenant, when I say this... You will never know it.”
    The pirate’s monster hand struck out and seized Charles by the collar pulling him forward. The
    suddenness took him off guard and he gasped.
    “Now you’re going to tell me why the King went against his word and broke our agreement.” Logan
    whispered down at him, hauling him closer to the metal bars.
    Charles slid the dagger under his sleeve down into his hand and raised it to just under the giants
    chin. “You’ll release me, De’haviland, or you’ll find your blood spilled all over this deck.”
    Charles made sure to prick the hair-roughened skin to get his point across. A drop of blood oozed
    and trickled down the leathered neck. Seconds passed and silence descended.
    The man released him with a shove. Charles stumbled. Regaining his balance, he kept out of the
    man’s reach, dagger in hand. “You are either very brave or stupid, De’haviland. You’re certainly dancing
    on either side of that line. We do things my way here and you’ll do well to remember that.”
    Charles straightened his collar and re-tucked his shirt inside his pants with a wary eye on the
    Logan. “Your daughter is very beautiful.”
    Logan stiffened.
    He must have hit a nerve. Excellent . He