Charlisse snatched the spyglass from Sloane. "Are you quite sure?"

"Aye, milady. I knows that knave's ship anywhereespecially after he near sunk us."

She peered through the glass. The Vanquisher sped swiftly through the Caribbean just off their starboard bow. "Thank you, Lord. You've brought me right to her." Charlisse lowered the glass and looked at Sloane.

Scratching his head, he pointed upward. "By thunder, He always answers yer prayers."

"Not always." ...