The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 25 Page 14

Milo, living or dead, commend me to thy own gods and forgive me for my ingratitude.” She seized Venner and Pearse by the arms as she fell back, and whispered: “In pity, friends, set my feet toward the west, and launch my poor body down the sun path as it sinks into the blue Caribbean that was my only home.”

She relaxed with a little shivering sigh, the glorious eyes closed with a tired tremor, and the spirit of Dolores the beautiful, the wicked, the tempestuous, winged its way down the mysterious paths of the dark unknown.

“Come,” said Venner, suddenly shaking off his abstraction, “time is all too short if we are to render her this last small service.”

“How shall we do it?” asked Pearse doubtfully.