“Take this gun,” Jean Paul said. “It’s all on your shoulders now, Sal.” He pushed Jacques’ old revolver into Sal’s hand. Sal’s fingers shook as he tried to take hold of it. He could use it now and get rid of Jean Paul. He wished he could make the captain his target, not Brother David.
“I’m not going to fool the monk if he gets a good look at me,” Sal said. He hid his face from Jean Paul, pretending to fumble with the last button on the faded Spanish uniform. Sal hoped no one could read his murderous thoughts.
“Dumas could go back with you,” Jean Paul said. He stooped to get a good look at Sal’s face.
“I said I’d finish this job alone!” Sal planned how to abandon the pirates, confident he could row far enough for Jean Paul to lose sight of him, but not far enough to be spotted by Brother David. Then he could make a run for it.
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