“We’ll call into Ross’s London Tavern to make ourselves presentable,” Nath finally said. “Then stop at Perry’s offices. Hopefully, he’s sold the wine we left here, and we can be on our way tomorrow.”
“Why are you in such a sour mood?” William asked.
“Not sour, just apprehensive. Did you notice the British frigate anchored near the Betsey? I’ve a bad feeling the captain is looking to impress a few sailors into the British navy, and our ship is closest to theirs. The sooner we wrap up our business and sail out of Madras, the more likely we’ll keep our crew.”
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