Chapter ONE - Weebly

nonsense,” Kannice said, casting an accusing glare at
Diver. “Wait until news of this reaches the king. And
Grenville. Then there’ll be trouble.”
To his credit, Diver ignored her. “What about the
wharves?” he asked. “How long do you think they’ll be
sending us away?”
“Not long,” Ethan said. “The merchants will want to
make it clear that they don’t like being at the mercy of
street gangs and mobs. But they have ships to unload
and goods to sell. That’s what they care about. I’d
wager that you’ll be working the wharves again in a day
or two.”
“I hope you’re right,” his friend said with so much
relief that Ethan knew he was thinking about the rum
and wine. Never in his life had Diver complained about
a day off from work.
Kannice ran a hand through her hair, shaking her
head and looking grim. “Frankly, if this is the worst of it
—a bit of inconvenience for Diver and his friends—we
should count ourselves lucky and keep our mouths
shut.”
Ethan was inclined to agree, but before he could say