The Pirate Woman by A E Dingle Chapter 5 Page 4

demanded Milo contemptuously. Caliban scowled viciously at his tone, but the giant’s hands were strong, and the little ruffian loved his warped life. He flung down his horn and retorted: “We’re to windward o’ ye this time, Milo me lad. Th’ queen bade us be ready for a lamb headed this way, an’, sure enough, there comes a craft now, a’most in sight from here. Small fish, true, but sweet after so long a spell o’ famine.”

Milo knew that the ship he had seen could not possibly have been detected from the village. It must be yet another craft, and, without a word, he bounded back up the cliff and scanned the waters closer inshore. There, sure enough, lay a beautiful white schooner, her paint dazzling to the eye, her decks flashing with metal, her canvas faultless in fit and