Chapter ONE - Weebly

standing, his eyes fixed on the doorway. A burly man
stood in the tavern entrance, motioning to Diver.
“I’ll see you later, Ethan,” Diver said.
“Watch yourself,” Ethan told him. “There are plenty
of men in this city who would be willing to sell the wine
and rum themselves, and who would think nothing of
taking them from you and leaving you a bloody mess.”
Diver nodded and crossed to the doorway. He and
the man spoke briefly, the burly man shaking his head
repeatedly as Diver’s expression grew grimmer by the
moment. At last, Diver turned and walked slowly back
to the table.
“What happened?” Ethan asked, as his friend
lowered himself back into his chair. “Ship delayed?
There’s been more talk of privateers in the waters off
Boston and Europe.”
“No,” Diver said, sounding morose. “The ship’s put
in, but the shipment wasn’t on board. There’s no telling
when it’ll be getting here.” He stared at his empty bowl.
“Damn!” he muttered after several moments.
“You need another ale,” Ethan said. “And so do I.
Tell Kelf that you’re buying off the shillings I gave him