"Feed her to the sky!" Lang shouted.
"Chain her to a bed in the brig!" Someone called and the rest cheered on. Arabella stood aloof in the corner with her eyes fixed on shadows cast from lamp light that moved to voices on the walls of the galley. David was in the middle of the crowd, writing down brainstormed ideas.
"Maybe get her a maid uniform!"
So far, nothing sounded particu…
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