Standing on the foredeck of the Redemption, holding back her tears, Charlisse watched as Merrick and his men scrambled to make the Hades' Revenge seaworthy. They gathered the scattered pieces of the mizzenmast and mainsail and stored them below, and then hoisted the fore- and aft sails to ensure they could still hold enough wind to propel the ship. A dark hole, outlined in charred, splintered wood, gaped at them from where one of Merrick's cannons had blasted through the hull, but ...