Wilbur Smith

A storm threatened to break

‘My father wanted to be a better man,’ Mungo said quietly

as your father decided to rest on his laurels

Mungo took his sea bag from the saddle where

and be led a merry dance before they realised their mistake

Mungo gazed at the picture inside, his face unreadable

the mud that still caked his face. His clothes were ragged and filthy. He could

feel the anger you must have in you

I will sail aboard the Blackhawk.’

Surely he would come back for her now