flatly.
âAnd what kind of host are you?â He pushed Kell aside. âIâm Chief,â he told me. âItâs what everyoneâs always called me, so you may as well do the same.â
âThomas,â I answered.
Chief crouched down. He flicked his head at the ship behind me. âWhereâs the rest of your crew, Thomas?â
I looked over my shoulder. From here, it looked almost like a ghost ship. âThere arenât many of us. Some of the adults are weak.â
Chiefâs expression shifted. The guns edged closer.
âItâs not Plague,â I added hastily. âJust injuries. Hunger.â
âWhat about the body you threw overboard this morning? We saw it, you know.â
Everything came rushing back: Eleanor crashing onto the deck, her broken body, the blood. I shivered. âThere was a storm last night. She fell from the top of the mast.â
He sat back on his haunches. âIâm sorry. How old was she?â
âEighteen.â The word caught in my throat.
âAnd you, Thomas?â
âSixteen.â
âSixteen,â he repeated. âYouâve never known another world than this, you poor thing.â He offered me his hand. âCome on. I may look frail, but I can still pull you out. Especially as my men seem to have forgotten their manners.â
True to his word, he was surprisingly strong. His biceps bulged as he strong-armed me out of the water and onto the jetty. âSo youâve come as refugees, I assume.â
I nodded. âWe need your help.â
He cast an eye over me. I was taller than him and some of the other men, but I must have cut a pathetic and bedraggled figure, dripping onto the sun-bleached wooden jetty. âI can see that,â he said.
He flicked his wrist and the men who had continued to point their weapons retreated. âListen, son. We have almost fifty men, women, and children here on Sumter. We are Plague-free and self-sufficient. And the truth is, the state of your crew has me nervous.â
âItâs not Plaââ
He raised a hand to stop me. âI heard you the first time. I believe you too. Youâve got an honest face, and Iâve seen plenty of men over the years that donât. But I need to protect these people, Thomas. They were refugees too, once. So Iâm going to need to inspect your ship.â He let the words sink in. âWould that be all right with you?â
The answer was no. My fatherâs injuries werenât the kind you got from an onboard accident. And locked inside Dareâs cabin were books and maps we couldnât explain. But I knew what I had to say. âYes. Of course.â
Chief clapped his hands and waved his men toward a cutter on the other side of the jetty. Now that the situation was resolved, faces reappeared over the battlementsânot just eyes and noses, but heads and shoulders.
âComing, Thomas?â asked Chief, motioning toward the cutter.
âYes.â But my eyes remained locked on two faces in particular: a boy about my age, and a girl who was a few years younger. They regarded me with serious expressions, their dark skin standing out against the collection of white faces. One eye closed, the boy raised a finger and then pointed it at me as if he was taking aim. When he jerked it upward suddenly, I realized what it meant. He was pretending to shoot me, as though I was as good as dead.
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The cutter slipped through the water. I sat at the stern and watched Kell watching me. He hadnât dared to cross Chief, which emphasized how powerful the older man was. It didnât mean he trusted me, though.
Everyone except my father had gathered beside the shipâs starboard rail. It wasnât exactly a welcoming party; more like a sign of how desperate they were to get off the ship. Griffin lowered a rope for us, and Chief removed a rope ladder from the cutterâs hold. He tied it to