Cordelia, Daughter of the Sea

style='font-size:16.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>Chapter 19

style='font-size:16.0pt-bid-bidi-font-size:12.0pt'>“She will always matter!”

“We can’ very well jus’ board ‘is ship, ‘is crew
would attack!” Ahriman
shouted.

“Wha’
else can we do, Cap’n?” Dolon asked.
“If we jus’ storm ‘is cabin an’…”

Ahriman’s
temper flared. “’Ow daft are ye?style="mso-spacerun: yes"> ‘E ‘as a bloody crew tha’ likes ‘im!style="mso-spacerun: yes"> We’d be killed!”

Dolon
backed away. “Sorry, Cap’n.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> I jus’…I know ‘ow mch ye wan’ t’ get ‘er
away from ‘im an’…”

Ahriman
let his features soften. “’E’s
everythin’ tha’ she was supposed t’ be away from. ‘Ow is it tha’ she ended up ‘ere with ‘im?”style="mso-spacerun: yes"> He paced the dark alley that he and Dolon
occupied. “’E ‘ad t’ ‘ave kidnapped
‘er.”

“I
told ye,” Dolon said impatiently, “she was kissin’ ‘im – she
wasn’ brought ‘ere by force.”

“Bold
tone, Dolon,” Ahriman spat.

Dolon
didn’t look apologetic. “I’m tryin’ t’
help ye. I can’ change wha’ I saw.”

“Adelaide
wouldn’ ‘ave let ‘er jus’ run off with a pirate!”o:p>

“She’s
not a wee lass anymore, Ahriman, she’s a woman an’ is…”

Ahriman
pulled his pistol from his belt and aimed it at Dolon.style="mso-spacerun: yes"> “S’enough from ye!”

Dolon
didn’t think twice about the gun – Ahriman needed him too much to shoot
him. “Why does it matter any more?”

“She
will always matter!”

Dolon
rolled his eyes. “Well, since ye don’
wan’ t’ hear anymore o’ what I ‘ave t’ say, wha’ are ye plannin’ on doin’?styleo-spo-spacerun: yes"> Ye’ve already wasted the day an’…”

“We’re
goin’ t’ stay righ’ ‘ere an’ watch tha’ ship.
One o’ two things will ‘appen tomorrow.
Either ‘is crew leaves and we board me father’s ship – which is the
makin’s o’ a fleet tha’ me dad always deserved – or, we wait for Sparrow t’
leave ‘imself. Either way, tomorrow,
e’s mine.”