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    fore topmast yardarm as he secured the sails.
    Four new bronzed cannons had been added to the main deck and a new heavily carved banister had
    been added to the quarterdeck. The changes improved the Brigantine’s appearance. Though Blac hated to
    admit it, she appeared well taken care of and clean.
    He’d missed her. And her captain. He couldn’t wait to run his hands over her rails again, but he
    would stay far away from her mistress.
    The Hell's Angel, as Angel was now known, had become quite a name in the Caribbean. She
    attacked every English vessel she crossed and every privateer flying under the English flag. He imagined
    Angel was searching for her father still. Her fearsome reputation grew with every passing day. The
    English captains had become afraid to set sail in the Caribbean for fear of running into her.
    Blac wasn’t sure where the lieutenant had taken Logan, but, the lieutenant had kept his word. He
    would not hang Logan until Blac managed to capture Angel. But Worthington was becoming impatient.
    The question was why did the lieutenant want the pirate’s daughter? Why hold off the pirate’s trial and
    hanging when that’s who he was after in the first place? Unless, he didn’t plan on going through with the
    trial.
    Suspicion kept Blac from overanalyzing the lieutenant’s motives – at least for now. His first goal
    had always been to get Angel to her grandfather’s care as he’d promised Logan before his arrest.
    Blood pulsed through his veins and he released his grip on the rail. Soon, my angel, I will have you
    under my hands.
    Blac was uncertain whether he meant the ship or the woman.
    Two hours later, Blac followed four dark figures down the boardwalk toward the U-shaped city.
    Over the years, Port Royal had made a name for itself as the wickedest city in the New World.
    Lights flickered across the waters as the port awoke, ready to sink into its nightly ritual of debauchery.
    Despite the fact that the city had been claimed an area of anti-piracy the year Logan was captured, it still
    held its aura of decadence along the wharves.
    Blac strode down the boardwalk, headed for the town’s tip. Fishermen hawked their wares, and a
    drunken seaman bumped into his shoulder, before collapsing to the ground. Blac chuckled and helped the
    man to his feet once more, keeping an eye on the gathered group across the wharves.
    More than a hundred ships were docked in the harbor. Their tips stretched into the sky above, and
    the hulls bobbed across the ocean’s surface, like dancers in the night.
    The constant lapping of waves against the boardwalk and the whine of the wind were broken by the
    sounds of crashing bottles and drunken laughter. Damp moisture made the fabric of his shirt stick to his
    back, and sweat beaded across his brow from the humidity.
    Blac blended in to the crowd of seamen, passing by the crates and barrels being loaded and
    unloaded. He stopped beneath the balcony of the hastily built brothel, next to a two-storied red brick
    structure. The sign read simply: The Cat and The Fiddle, established 1675. Two scantily-clad prostitutes
    giggled and shouted out lewd invitations to the men below.
    Blac shoved his wide-brimmed hat lower over his features and followed the foursome down High
    Street. Dusk disappeared and the black cloak of sin settled over the town. Several of the locals closed up
    shop and headed for home. Blac tipped his hat at the lady and gentlemen exiting Simon Benning’s pewter
    shop and crossed the street.
    The four heavily armed men joined up with a shorter, dark-cloaked figure and headed down an
    alley headed toward Queen Street. They disappeared through a heavy, oak-arched doorway.
    Blac entered The Black Dog, a rundown hovel. The group sat at the rear of the building. He took a
    seat on the bench and table in the opposite corner, ducking his head to hide his features. The low murmur
    of voices droned on and for several hours; the five companions continued to