Enger hammered through Isabel. Going back to Port Royal? She had not felt the ship turn, but perhaps she wouldn't have sensed it in the throes of the storm. Surely Kent would not be so cruel as to abandon the search for their son?

In one leap, Cutter bounded from his chair. "Marrying Sawkins? Of all the preposterous notions!" The scar on his upper lip curled as a snicker escaped his mouth.

Embarrassment stung Isabel. "I'm afraid it's true."

Cutter frowned, his ...