He actually hoped she was not here. He was glad that no word was mentioned about her neither in the Frontier nor in Boston. It was not that he didn’t care, nothing of this kind. He missed Aveline. He thought about her every single day, wondering if she was alright.
However, he knew it would be better if she was far away. She would be safe, wherever she was, but away from this madness.
Yet, he could not wait to see her. From mister Faulkner’s story, it seemed that she had an important role in the rebellion. Well, that was for certain. Aveline was not a woman, who would sit down and watch such terrible reality. The ghost of a smile appeared on Ratonhnhaké:ton’s lips.
They were reaching their destination.
The ship entered a small cove. At the wharf, there were at least eight docked ships. The trading vessels were being loaded with creates and barrels with gun powder by men. A couple of them stopped what they were doing and looked at the arrival of the Aquila. One man,