Chapter ONE - Weebly

gasp from his lips. He sat still for a long time, allowing
the agony to drain away while he cursed Sephira Pryce
with a vehemence that would have shocked Mr. Pell.
When at last he could move again, he did so with great
care.
Once he was dressed and had managed to pull on
his boots, Ethan left the room for a nearby grocer,
intending to buy some food, tea, and molasses for his
long-neglected larder—on credit, of course, since
Sephira and her men had taken all of his coin. As if
sensing his purpose, Pitch and Shelly met him at the
bottom of the steps and fell in alongside him as he
walked.
“You two are shameless,” he said. Pitch looked up
at him, tail wagging, clearly pleased with himself.
After purchasing some food—he had to endure
stares from the grocer and his wife, as well as their
children—and returning with it to his room, Ethan had
some tea and buttered bread for his breakfast. Then he
set out again for the waterfront. Perhaps the boys
working the warehouses knew something about the
Dernes, and the Bersons as well. Eventually he would