By an act of sheer concentration, Geordie entered the captain’s cabin with his head held high. He closed the door and pulled out a bottle of whiskey and two glasses. He knocked back the first glass and poured himself another. As expected, John entered the cabin in a rage.
“I cannot believe what just happened. You signed Beck’s death warrant and dropped his family into poverty.”
“We’ll provide his share from the voyage to the family,” Geordie said in a wooden voice. He poured himself a third glass.
“And what must the men think?”
Geordie smashed his glass on his desk. “They will think I saved their lives. We could not survive a battle with British marines.”
“You don’t know that.”
“I am captain of this ship, and I order you to keep your opinion to yourself.”
For a moment, Geordie thought his brother might strike him. Worse, he thought he might deserve the blow.
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