Fury stood in the oil-lit companionway, her hand raised, ready to knock on Flint's cabin door. Susan's shocked words from last night popped into her head but she took a deep breath, willing everything Susan had said away. As if Fury was somehow responsible for Flint's currently raging insanity. And now their hopes of getting off this boat were nonexistent. When she was in such a strong bargaining position, with options, she should have made a career of this. And being gracious too. ...