that

not north.”


CHAPTER 12
Cap paced the close confines of the cabin. His anger was palpable, dangerous. “So now we’re running south again. I’ll have the bastard’s liver out, when we reach shore. According to all the citizens I spoke to he’s the best skipper that dunghill town had to offer me. Now that castaway friend of his, that you”—he rounded viciously on Keilin—“had to persuade him to fish out of the drink, has persuaded him that it’s not possible to go north. We’re unlikely to get ­another vessel, so we’re back to going overland. Where every­body and his bloody dog is waiting for us!”
There was a long silence. Finally Keilin spoke up in a subdued voice. “There is a way that nobody would be expecting us to use.”
Cap turned his sarcasm on the boy. “Where, O my pocket genius? For a thief brat