Chapter ONE - Weebly

Diver stared down at his half-finished ale. “I don’t
know what you’re talking about.”
Something inside of Ethan snapped. He grabbed
Diver by the collar with both hands, lifted him out of his
seat, overturning the chair, the table, and the ale as he
did, and slammed his friend against the wall.
“Tell me!” he said, his face just inches from Diver’s.
“I saw you with them! You and Cyrus Derne and
Sephira Pryce and some other merchant! I saw you!
Now tell me what you were doing with them, or I swear
to God, Diver, I’ll thrash you to within an inch of your
life!”
He knew people were staring at them. He knew
how angry Kannice would be. In that moment, he didn’t
care.
“All right!” Diver said. “It was the wine and rum!
Remember, I told you about them?”
“The wine and rum,” Ethan repeated. He didn’t
know what Diver was talking about, and he actually
drew back his fist intending to hit the man. But then it
came to him. From France. The shipment Diver had
been waiting for several nights earlier.