Thomas looked from the shore to his brother. Frederick, wide eyes glistening with the firelight, looked back at him for a moment of suspended time. They broke into a run and, upon reaching the shore, brushed past a small group of quarrelling men and hopped into their small boat. Thomas grabbed the oars and with a few strokes they were on their way. Some of the boats had just reached the schooner, the Caspar, and were endeavoring to climb aboard. Small arms fire echoed and the water plunked beside them. Frederick fumbled with a powder bag and his pistol.
Friday, September 10, 2010
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