George paced the cupola at the top of his mansion overlooking Salem Harbor. When he got to one side, he raised his spyglass to sweep his gaze over the beach next to Derby Wharf. The tide was out, making the blocks his brother-in-law’s men were placing over the sand clearly visible.
“Damme!” George muttered before pacing back to the other side of the cupola to raise his spyglass and sweep the shore from a different angle.
“Blighter!”
“Who, Sir?” Jacob stood at the head of the stairs.
“Your blasted uncle. Do you see what he’s doing? He’s laying down a keel. Just look how long it is! And that Enos Briggs . . . see if I have him build any of our ships! How large do you reckon she’ll be?” George asked his son.
Jacob raised his own spyglass. “Looks to be over a hundred feet.”
“Damme and blast!” George snapped his spyglass shut. “If we want to compete, we need bigger ships. The Richard & Edward is a good schooner, but she doesn’t carry enough cargo. We need more ships, and they need to be bigger. We can’t let Hasket keep the lead over us.”
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