Chapter ONE - Weebly

alone and deal harshly with him.
“So they want you to sell them,” Ethan said.
“I get paid two pence for every gallon of wine or
rum; and that adds up. I could make more in five days
selling this stuff than I make at the wharf in an entire
season.”
You could also get yourself thrown in the stocks.
Or worse. Ethan kept that thought to himself; Diver was
a fool, but he understood the risks.
“Daniel was supposed to sell them, too, wasn’t he?”
Ethan asked.
Diver faltered. “Aye.”
“When does the shipment get here?”
“Tonight. It might be here already. I’m waiting for
one of my mates from the wharf. He’s supposed to tell
me when it arrives.”
Ethan shook his head and ran a hand over his face.
Daniel wouldn’t be leaving the city after all. He couldn’t
refuse that kind of money. Ethan had to hope that Folter
would manage to avoid Corbett until he sold his share
of the contraband.
“You think I’m mad,” Diver said.