Beatrice Beecham's Ship of Shadows
“If I am to die knowing the man who killed my mother is to waste away, consumed by his own jealousy, then witch or not, I shall be at peace, sir.”
“If ye are an apostate, child, there will be no peace in this world or the next,” the captain sneered. “Pike-man!”
A tall and burly crewman, who leaned against a long spear, stood to attention and then stepped forward.
“My captain,” he said. His voice was heavy and rattled with phlegm. As he approached the girl, the shaft came down, the spearhead aiming at her back.
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