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excitin’ than doin’ battle with thee French. It does wonders to ease thee pain of losin’ me leg.”
    â€œAye,” said the sailor swinging next to him, “a bit o’ melodrama makes me not mind missin’ out on me can o’ grog, bein’ in here.”
    The wounded sailors craned their necks in an effort to see the patient lying in the cot beyond the canvas. Leander studied the two of them over his spectacles with consternation and heard them grumble their disappointment when he yanked shut the crack in the curtain.
    * * *
    EMILY SENSED LEANDER standing next to her cot long before he spoke. “I would like to re-dress your wound when you’re feeling up to it.”
    â€œNow is as good a time as any,” she said despondently, turning over so he could reach her bandages. Slowly, his skilled hands removed her soiled dressings and cleaned away the blood and ooze. She closed her eyes to the warmth of his freckled hands on her skin and listened to the Isabelle as she cut through the roiling waves, almost forgetting the searing pain where the ball had entered her body.
    â€œIf I’d been left in the sea yesterday, Doctor, I would not have minded.”
    Leander gazed at her long hair, the golden waves spread across the white blankets of her bed reminding him of a field of wheat.
    â€œWell, perhaps you have a great deal more living to do.”
    She said nothing more until he had finished applying fresh bandages.
    â€œMay I speak plainly … as patient to doctor?” She rolled over to look up at him. Leander peeled off his spectacles and placed them in the top pocket of his black apron. “Is there any reason … any reason at all why I must tell you every last detail about myself?”
    Surprise registered on his handsome face. He lowered himself upon the stool that the captain had earlier occupied and pulled it closer to her cot.
    â€œNot unless you’re a spy for President Madison or you’re working for Napoleon himself.”
    â€œI assure you I am neither, Doctor.”
    â€œAnd your presence on the Isabelle will, in no way, harm the crew.”
    â€œI cannot think how it could.”
    â€œIf you could recall the name of your ship or its captain, it would certainly assist Captain Moreland.”
    She met his gaze steadily.
    â€œOtherwise, you may keep your history to yourself.” He rose to leave, then paused by the curtain. “But you should know this: Captain Moreland plans to put you ashore the moment we arrive in Halifax harbour. And if that is not agreeable to you, you must decide how you will answer him.”

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    Thursday, June 3
    11:00 a.m.
    (Forenoon Watch, Six Bells)
    ALMOST TWO DAYS after her encounter with the USS Serendipity , the Isabelle dropped anchor in the deep waters off Ireland Island, Bermuda, alongside a privateer with a blood-red hull, three merchant ships, and one British ship-of-the-line called the Amethyst . The winds and tides had been in Captain Moreland’s favour, and his crew had easily steered clear of the dangerous reefs that surrounded the Bermuda Islands. In the past, many ships had not been as lucky; they had been ripped open on the shoals and sunk in the turquoise waters. Under the sunny Bermudian sky, their wooden skeletons could be seen rotting in the sand, constant reminders to passing sailors of their fate should their course not be accurate.
    Once the Isabelle’s crew had been fed their breakfast, they fell to work on the repairs that could not be achieved at sea. For a few hours now, the sounds of hammering and good cheer had reverberated around the ship as it bobbed gently on the clear waters.
    â€œSir, what about a new figurehead?” asked Mr. Alexander as Captain Moreland, in the company of Octavius Lindsay, surveyed the ongoing repairs to the ship’s waist. “Shall I ask Morgan Evans to carve you a new one?”
    â€œI think not, Mr. Alexander. There isn’t time