Evie Stanton

Two days.

Two days of cutlass lessons with Gunner.

Two days of me doubting everything.

My stomach churned. What was I doing here?

Now, I wore a cutlass on my hip like most of the crew. I had been getting used to the additional weight as I moved around on deck. Katarina even tailored one of Rio’s trousers to fit me better, a white blouse parted in the middle. I looked like I belonged on deck with everyone ...