from the deck to the main boom. âIâm going to climb up there, untie the bindings, and let the sail loose. . . . When I give you the signal, just hoist away on this rope, and watch.â
From atop the forecastle, Anne scrubbed the deck and watched her father. She was amazed at the interest heâd taken in the lad theyâd rescued. Ever since we left for Dominica , heâs been hovering over him like a mother hen . She worked the scrub brush a little harder, its bristles digging into the debris and sediment on the deck.
Sheâd told her father about the memory loss, and heâd stewed over the name. Cat. Anne frowned and scrubbed harder. Little flecks of black and brown flicked off and flew this way and that. She watched her father smile and point at the sails and rigging . . . and smile again. âLook at him,â she mumbled to herself. âThe first time heâs able to walk around on deck . . .â Her words trailed off into a deep growl. She dropped the scrub brush, stood, and scowled at her father.
Declan Ross saw his daughterâs glare and wondered, Now what is she angry about? He shrugged and turned back to hand the rope to Cat, but . . . he was gone. Ross looked about the deck. No sign. The nearest hatch was still secured. Ross hadnât heard a splash, so he couldnât have gone overboard. Where in tarnationâ âUp here!â came a voice from above.
Ross craned his neck, and there, standing on the boom like he owned the ship, was Cat. Ross looked back at the rigging, then back up to Cat. He realized not only had Cat clambered up the rigging in a flash, but he had also untied the bindings and loosened the topsail. Ross mouthed, âHow?â
Cat cocked an eyebrow and grinned. Looking out to sea, his eyes narrowed. To the captainâs horror, Cat grabbed the top of the rope Ross had been holding and leaped off the boom. As Cat fell, the gaff frame rose to the top of the mast, and the topsail went up. Cat landed softly on the deck next to Ross and tied off the rope. A split second later, an easterly wind barreled into the sails of the William Wallace .
The ship lurched and picked up speed, and several of the crew cheered.
Anne watched as her father let out a thunderous laugh and grasped Cat by his shoulders. Jules, Red Eye, Midge, and othersâall smilesâsurrounded Cat and joined in the merriment.
Anne went back to scrubbing the deck.
âHeâs a sailor,â Ross declared in his quarters later that evening. âA pirate or merchant marine.â
Stede nodded. âMaybâ British navy?â
âI thought of that,â Ross replied. âThat would explain his knowledge of the ropes and rigging. But his accent isnât Britishâat least not mainland British. Reminds me more of the settlements, a hint of the islandersâ speech too.
âThereâs something else . . . something that takes the navy out of the picture. Heâs got more than the instinct for the sea any good sailor has . . . heâs got that flair . . . that pirate risk. Not only did he raise the topsail just as the wind came, but he did it by leaping off the boomâand this, just days after lying near death!â
âThat mon bâ reckless,â Stede said. âBut it bâ a calculated kind of reckless. Knows what him bâ doing so the risks donât matter. I seen it too. This afternoon, I let Cat take the wheel for a spell. I tell you, himâs hand was as steady as granite. And bâfore I knew what him was doing, him steered the ship down the backside of a swell and into a gale wind I didnât see.â
Ross leaned back so he was no longer visible in the flickering light of the lanterns. âIâm sure of it. Cat is a pirate.â
13
AN UNEASY ALLIANCE
T he William Wallace drifted slowly with the current of the Roseau River on the lower western quarter of the island of Dominica.
The early morning sun