The Restitution shook from bow to stern, rattling Isabel's bones. The snap of taut cords and splitting wood filled the air, followed by a barrage of angry curses spewing from the pirates' lips.

Kent's weight lifted from her. "Osborn, damage report!" His commanding tone held no hint of panic.

"Minor, Captain, jist a crack in the foretop," came the quick reply.

Isabel staggered to her feet, the blast still ringing in her ears. Terror sent her heart into her ...