It’s good to be home.” Geordie kissed Mary’s cheek. “You’ll note that, unlike my brother, I haven’t gotten any taller.”
“He hasn’t either.” Mary winked. “But I like to tease him. Otherwise, he’ll shrink into your shadow. Tell me, do you think John can manage the Belisarius on his own? Your father thinks it’s time he took more responsibility, and after sailing with you for two voyages, there isn’t much more you can teach him.”
Geordie drew his eyebrows together. “I naturally assumed I’d stay with the Belisarius.”
“Perhaps you will, but the business has grown, and your father . . . well, shall we join the others?”
What isn’t she telling me? That’s the second time I heard I may stay ashore. There must be another ship. There has to be. After over ten years at sea, surely Sir won’t beach me. What would I do ashore?
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