The Pirate Hunter Page 2

  His eyes were closed and his chest barely moving. She inched closer, wondering whether the final push to shore had been too much for his heart. Tentatively she laid a hand on his chest and felt the reassuring thud as the blood was pushed around his body.

  ‘Thank you,’ he murmured without opening his eyes. ‘You saved my life.’

  Mia looked down and realised her hand was still lying on his chest. She knew she should move, but found herself captivated by his tanned skin. Lightly she drew her fingers backwards and forwards over his hard muscles, feeling them quiver with exhaustion under her touch.

  She glanced at his face and wondered if he was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, so content, not like he’d spent the night battling with the elements. His eyebrows were crusted with salt, as were his lips, and his hair was sticking up in every direction. She ran a few strands through her fingers. It was golden—even soaking wet the colour still shone through. She hadn’t seen many people with golden hair. A few of the soldiers at the fort and a few sailors in the distance, but no one like this.

  ‘What’s your name?’ he murmured.

  Mia guiltily drew her hand back from his hair as she realised he was watching her with some amusement.

  ‘Mia.’

  ‘Mia. That’s pretty. Like you.’

  ‘Are you always this smooth?’

  ‘I’ve just been in a shipwreck and swum hundreds of miles to shore. You have to forgive a man for not being quite on top form.’

  ‘You’re forgiven.’

  ‘I’m Will,’ he said, struggling to sit up. He held out a hand and Mia hesitantly took it in hers. He raised her hand to his lips and gently brushed a kiss on to her skin. ‘It really is a pleasure to meet you.’

  Mia could feel the blush rising up her cheeks and had to force herself to meet his eyes. Even after a near-death experience this man could turn on the charm; he would be deadly when fully recovered.

  ‘What happened?’ she asked softly, trying to distract herself from the intensity burning behind his eyes.

  ‘I was on The White Rose. We were only a few miles from shore when the storm hit.’

  ‘Let me guess—the Captain decided to make a dash for the harbour instead of battening down and riding it out.’

  He looked at her appraisingly.

  ‘You don’t spend a lifetime in the Caribbean without learning a thing or two about the moods of the sea,’ she said.

  ‘He did his best, but we didn’t stand a chance.’

  ‘Were there any other survivors?’

  ‘I saw a few, tried to convince them to swim with me for shore, but most of the sailors can’t do more than a few strokes and wanted to wait for the Navy to mount a rescue.’

  Mia saw the pain in his eyes. He was mourning for the dead sailors, probably a whole ship of young men in their prime now dead, swallowed up by the sea.

  ‘I’d just about given up when I saw you on the cliff.’

  He turned to look at her again and the intensity in his eyes made her self-conscious. She glanced down and to her horror remembered she’d thrown off her clothes before jumping in to rescue him. Her undergarments were sodden and sticking to her skin, revealing almost everything that lay beneath.

  He must have seen her stricken expression and hastily looked away.

  ‘I’d offer you my jacket, but I seem to have misplaced it.’

  Mia forced herself to smile. He was just a man, she repeated in her head. He might be a very handsome man with an infectious smile, but he was just a man all the same. They were from very different walks of life and after today she would probably never see him again.

  ‘My house is not too far,’ Mia said. ‘Do you think you will make it if I help you?’

  ‘Lead on.’

  Mia stood, forcing herself not to cover certain parts of her anatomy with her arms, and held out a hand to help Will up.

  ‘Thank you, my lady,’ he said, struggling to his feet, then offering her his arm.

  Arm in arm they staggered along the sand. Mia could feel the warmth of his body as it brushed against hers and couldn’t help but remember the feel of his chest underneath her hands.

  ‘Stop it,’ she muttered to herself.

  Will stopped suddenly, causing her to careen into him. She suspected normally he would be able to withstand the force of a small woman travelling at such a slow speed, but in his weakened state his knees buckled and he fell to the ground. Mia tried to pull her arm from his, but was too slow. She felt her feet stumble, followed by the inevitable fall towards the ground.

  She landed squarely on top of him, her nose touching his.

  ‘Ooof,’ he said quietly.

  Stunned, Mia couldn’t move for an instant. She could feel the hard muscles of his chest pushing against her breasts, their legs tangled together and lips so close that just a small twitch and they would be kissing. She tried not to notice how his hips were pushed up against hers, but couldn’t deny the heat that rose through her body in response to his closeness.

  ‘Mia,’ he murmured. ‘My angel.’

  Before she realised what was happening Will had reached up and pulled her lips on to his, sealing them together with a passionate kiss.

  ‘Mia, Mia, Mia,’ he whispered in between frantic kisses.

  Her body responded immediately, moulding to his and burning with desire. She knew she shouldn’t. They were from different worlds, and he was almost certainly delirious, but what was the harm of one kiss?

  ‘Stop!’ The shout came from quite a distance away, but it paralysed Mia.

  Slowly she raised her head and groaned. Coming towards her were four men wearing the unmistakable uniforms of the English soldiers garrisoned in Bridgetown.

  ‘No, no, no,’ she whispered.

  She glanced down at her companion, wondering if he was able to make a dash for it into the trees that lined the beach. He had passed out on the sand with a contented smile on his face. She shook him none too gently and glanced once again at the soldiers. They were much closer now, making good progress over the powdery sand. She contemplated leaving Will and making a run for it on her own—he didn’t strike her as being a wanted man.

  Too late. She’d just staggered to her feet when the first of the soldiers arrived and threw her back to the ground.

  ‘Don’t move,’ he shouted rather unnecessarily. With the rifle to her back Mia wasn’t planning on moving a single muscle.

  * * *

  Will felt as though he’d slept for a month. He contemplated rolling over and letting sleep consume him for another few hours, but the unusual sound of keys jangling was enough to make him open his eyes.

  He was lying on mouldy straw in a fetid cell with only a sliver of light to illuminate his surroundings. Probably for the best, he thought.

  The jangle of keys came closer and Will pushed himself up into a sitting position. Every muscle in his body screamed and begged him not to move again for another few days at least.

  The door to the cell opened and through his half-open eyes Will could see a large figure standing in the doorway.

  ‘William Greenacre, what on earth happened to you?’

  Will’s eyes opened fully and peered into the gloom. He recognised the voice, but couldn’t quite place the owner.

  ‘We thought you were dead.’

  ‘So did I,’ Will murmured.

  The figure in the doorway strode into the cell and clapped Will on the shoulder.

  ‘Edward Thatcher,’ Will said. ‘It’s been years.’

  ‘Last time I saw you must have been at your old man’s funeral. Good fellow, sorely missed. That must have been what, seven years ago?’

  ‘Eight.’

  ‘Let’s get you out of this hellhole...’ Thatcher held out his hand to pull Will up ‘..
.then you can tell me how you managed to survive that awful storm.’

  ‘There was a woman...’ Will started.

  ‘Don’t you worry about her, old chap, we’ve got her safe. Let’s get you cleaned up and then I’ll fill you in on what’s been happening. The Governor is expecting you.’

  ‘But Mia...’

  ‘Good work there, Greenacre, we’ve been after her for months. You survive a shipwreck and apprehend the sister of Barbados’s most wanted in the same day.’

  Barbados’s most wanted? Will screwed his eyes up, trying to concentrate. It had been a long day and he wasn’t sure he could recall exactly what had happened. He remembered the storm and the swim and the feeling of dread as he saw the cliffs towering above him. Then the vision of Mia on the clifftop, her saving him and finally the kiss on the beach.

  He groaned. He’d kissed her. He owed his life to her and he’d assaulted her when all she’d been trying to do was help. He wasn’t sure why he’d done it. He had been pretty delirious, but really that was no excuse.

  Will squinted as they emerged from cells into the bright Caribbean light.

  ‘It’s only a couple minutes’ walk to the Governor’s residence. Think you’ll make it, old chap?’

  The muscles in his legs felt battered and achy, but it did feel good to stretch them out. If it was truly only a couple minutes’ walk he was sure his legs would get him there.

  ‘What are you doing out here, Thatcher?’ Will asked as they walked.

  He’d known Thatcher from school—both boys had been at boarding school together—and whilst not in the same year they’d come across one another plenty of times on the sports field or during illicit night-time missions into the nearby town.

  ‘Advisor to his Majesty’s Governor of Barbados.’ Thatcher said it without much enthusiasm.

  ‘Can I deduce it’s not a post you care for?’ Will asked quietly.

  ‘The Governor’s a fool. I spend most of my time trying to right the mistakes he’s made.’

  They’d reached the grand Governor’s residence and Thatcher knocked on the door. It was opened immediately and they were shown inside. Thatcher was obviously well known in the residence. The footmen nodded their acknowledgement, but otherwise let him pass unimpeded from the entrance hall to the inner corridor.

  ‘Mr Greenacre, or is it Lord Sedlescombe?’

  Will stopped and turned.

  ‘I offer you my sincerest apologies. My men had no idea who you were. I regret you had to spend time in one of our cells—most unfortunate for a man of your standing.’

  A man in a pristine white shirt and a decorated red dress coat was coming down the corridor behind them.

  ‘Governor Hall,’ Will guessed out loud, ‘it is an honour to meet you.’

  ‘Come, come, Thatcher, get the man a drink. He’s been through hell and back.’

  The Governor led the two men into a cavernous dining hall which had a table laid out with food at one end.

  ‘Sit, eat, drink.’

  Will sat and took a long draught from the cup in front of him. He savoured the liquid, allowing the cool wine to soothe his parched throat.

  ‘I want to hear all about what happened,’ the Governor said.

  Will shrugged, running a hand through his hair, a delaying tactic so he could push the memory of the screams of the sailors from his mind.

  ‘We were only a few miles offshore. The storm hit and the Captain tried to make a dash for it.’

  The Governor shook his head. ‘Captain Brent was a good friend of mine.’

  ‘The ship went down quickly and the few sailors who did survive the initial shipwreck wanted to wait for the Navy to rescue them.’

  ‘We’ve sent the boats, but I doubt anyone will be left now.’

  ‘I swam for shore and I’d just about given up when a woman dived in and saved me.’

  ‘Ah, yes, the infamous Mia Del Torres.’ The Governor shook his head. ‘You’re lucky she didn’t slit your throat. As you know, her family are notorious throughout the Caribbean.’

  Will frowned. That didn’t sound right. The woman who’d rescued him was kind and caring and willing to risk her own life for a complete stranger. Not a notorious criminal. And the surname—surely it had to be a coincidence. The woman who’d saved his life couldn’t possibly be related to the man he’d come to the Caribbean to hunt.

  ‘What happened next?’ the Governor asked.

  ‘I can’t really remember any more,’ Will said, pushing the very clear memories of kissing Mia’s soft lips from his mind.

  ‘It’s a tragedy, a real tragedy,’ the Governor said, ‘but at least you’ve survived. We’ve been awaiting your arrival eagerly these past few weeks.’

  Will sensed the change of tone of the conversation; they were getting down to business.

  ‘We will give you whatever help you need to succeed,’ the Governor promised, and looked enquiringly at Will.

  ‘I’ll need a ship, full crew and someone with good local knowledge to assist me, preferably someone with first-hand experience of dealing with these pirates,’ he said.

  The Governor smiled. ‘We can do better than that.’ He motioned to Thatcher, who disappeared out of the room. Will wondered what they were going to come up with.

  ‘We’ve had reasonable success in dealing with most of the privateers and pirates in the waters around the Caribbean,’ the Governor explained, ‘but there are pockets left. Pockets we can’t seem to find.’ He tapped his fingers on the table in irritation. ‘They seem to go to ground whenever we get close. Someone is sheltering them, must be.’

  ‘Sounds a likely theory,’ Will said. ‘In my experience a little local support goes a long way.’

  ‘Quite. But it will not be tolerated any longer. I have vowed to clear these waters of pirates and I do not intend to break my vow.’

  ‘Of course not, sir. And whilst the Navy is brilliant in beating the pirates when it comes to an out-and-out fight, often the pirates fight dirty.’

  ‘That’s why we brought you in. You come highly recommended.’

  Will took another sip of wine and grimaced. ‘Sometimes you need someone who doesn’t mind getting their hands dirty for the greater good.’

  And he didn’t. He hated pirates. They were greedy, cowardly, arrogant fools. Fools who had killed his brother. Governor Hall wasn’t the only one who wanted the Caribbean to be free from the plague of pirates. Will had worked for two long years to build his reputation so he would be deemed a suitable man to entrust with hunting Captain Del Torres and his crew.

  ‘Ah, here’s the local knowledge,’ the Governor said.

  Thatcher re-entered the room, pulling a struggling woman behind him. In an instant he saw it was Mia.

  ‘Mia,’ he said, standing up.

  She glared at him with hatred in her eyes.

  ‘We have been trying to apprehend Miss Del Torres for some months now,’ the Governor said. ‘Thanks to you we succeeded today.’

  ‘I...’ Will started, but realised he didn’t know what to say.

  ‘Miss Del Torres’s brother is the Captain of The Flaming Dragon, the scourge of the Caribbean. In exchange for her life she has agreed to assist you in locating her brother and his crew.’

  Will smiled tentatively at Mia, but she just scowled in return.

  ‘Miss Del Torres will be released into your custody for the duration of your expedition and knows she will be killed immediately if she tries to escape or warn her brother you are coming for him. Killed in a most unpleasant fashion.’

  ‘What is her crime?’ Will asked.

  ‘Her crime?’ the Governor repeated.

  ‘For her to deserve the death sentence.’

  ‘Aiding and sheltering known pirates.’

 
Slowly Will nodded. He stood and took another sip of wine before walking towards Mia.

  ‘Your brother is a pirate?’ he asked.

  Mia looked defiantly at him, but nodded after a few seconds.

  ‘And you know where he is?’

  ‘No.’

  ‘But you know where he might be?’

  ‘No.’

  He stood directly in front of her and gently lifted her chin so she was forced to look into his eyes.

  ‘I’m not going to hurt you, Mia,’ he said quietly, ‘You saved my life.’

  Her eyes remained stony and no emotion was displayed on her face.

  ‘I have a job to do, a very important job, and I will need your help.’

  ‘What choice do I have?’ she said quietly in a voice that betrayed every ounce of contempt she held for him.

  Chapter Two

  ‘You’ll never catch them in that,’ Mia mumbled quietly.

  Will turned to look at her with inquisitive eyes. It was the first time she’d spoken since they’d left the fort, despite his valiant efforts to engage her in conversation.

  ‘Well, you won’t,’ she said after a few seconds.

  ‘I won’t be able to outrun them,’ Will corrected her. ‘I will be able to catch them.’

  Mia fell silent again and looked around the dock. She knew some of the sailors judiciously avoiding her eye—she wasn’t going to get any help from them. And the shackles that restrained her wrists weren’t conducive to escape, either.

  ‘I hope you’re not thinking of running away, young lady,’ Thatcher said sternly.

  She smiled her sweetest smile. ‘Why would I want to do that?’

  Thatcher grunted.

  ‘I’m being treated so well.’

  ‘Were the shackles really necessary?’ Will asked, turning back to look uneasily at the chains on her wrists.

  ‘Can’t be too careful, Greenacre. This little lady had evaded us for months.’