Hal dropped his arm from around her shoulders. The carriage swept on past the first buildings, following theonly road that skirted the curving beach of Table Bay, and headed outinto the unknown. The gun pits Without another word, allthree ran on, and came together to the first culverin. His expression became stern and forbidding.
He threw it with a snap of his wrist. A pile of beautifullypatterned silk carpets had been set close at hand for Hal. He wentup the shrouds from deck to the top of the mainmast without a pause,and was pleased that his breathing was merely deep and even when hereached the canvas crow's nest. The manacle on his wrist clinked as Sir Francis laid his hand on theboy's knee.
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