White Light on a Black Sea Chapter XXIX.
Two years later, I’m back. I’ll eventually post something longer about my hiatus, but for now, I’m honestly just happy to finally have the next portion finished. I owe a massive thank you to anyone who wrote to me, reviewed, or read this, because every time I wanted to give up, your kind words reminded me that it was worth another try. I also have to specifically thank @krustybunny, @wordsmith-storyweaver, @marriedkillianjones and @holdingoutforapiratehero. I love you all, and your support means more to me than you’ll ever know.
Hook crept through the various rows of cargo that littered the shadowy docks as silently as he could, listening to the sounds of Ed’s wrath fade with the waves as he neared the anonymity of the city’s streets. With a new coat of paint and a uniformed crew, the Jolly had passed for a Leinster naval ship without much difficulty, but it was his quartermaster’s performance that really solidified the illusion. Ed was cantankerous even on his best days; the role of exasperated navy captain with little patience for the bumblings of an inexperienced young harbor guard was one the old sailor was born to play. Hook had to stifle a chuckle when he thought of the poor lad’s blanched face and stuttered apologies as Ed ranted about protocol and falling standards. Sneaking off the ship had been downright simple thanks to Ed. He’d have to remember to buy the man a drink. Or five.
Thanks to information gathered during their assault on the Lady Victoria, they’d been able to plan their arrival and departure for maximum success. His crew had timed their approach to Leinster’s port nearly perfectly, arriving just before midnight and, as such, right before the exhausted guards were scheduled to end their shift. There was little chance their subterfuge would be discovered before the harbor master arrived the next morning, and Killian had every intention of leaving these shores with his beloved princess long before that could happen.