Desperate she may be - though she'd given nary a hint to those she sought to recruit that her very livelihood depended on finding a crewman - but Captain Stone knew far better than to show any sign of weakness among the longshoremen and sailors she moved among. In truth she found the boy's...
In truth it wasn't a great time in history for one hopeful of disguising their fairer sex; not given the remarkable prevalence of magnificent moustaches, muttonchops or neatly trimmed beards on any man of substance. The only out was to take the guise of a lad young enough to be denied his prized...
"...no." Morwen rubbed at her eyes, then gave the older man a direct glare. "I'm not interested in selling her. As I told you. Now, do you know a good man who will serve me on Wyvern or do you not?"
"Not," chortled the salty old captain of Highflyer. "None of my lads would follow a young...
London, the United Kingdom
8th November 1862
Morwenna Stone slammed out of the lawyer's office, her back straight and her grey eyes blazing. How dare he. How dare he? She'd flown aboard Wyvern since she was five, and if at first she'd been more trouble than help to her father...