Ship - Cannonless

Then he was there, at the ladder, his hands finding the wood rungs. Jack hauled himself up the ladder, clawing his way up. By the time he got to the top, and climbed over the rail, flames had engulfed the foremast, climbing the wood as agilely as any top man.

With a gasp that was half sob, Jack turned, heading for his cabin. He was too late to save his ship. But if he was lucky, he might be able to save the gold. And then, by all that was holy, he’d buy a ship.

As he pelted across the weather deck, he saw that it had been stripped of everything of value. The guns were gone. The W*nch was nothing but an empty hulk.

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The Price of Freedom, Chapter 19