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The little dinghy sailed on for hours that first day without a sniff of trouble. A good wind carried them over waves that seemed to rise and fall in their favor, never too wild or too still. There was no sign of rain or storm, and their path was clear of any other pirate or navy vessels. Despite their speed and the relative ease of travel, the two pirates onboard the dinghy didn’t speak much in the morning. They were both busy with their thoughts and worries and the mood wasn’t exactly cheerful. Often Darby started to ask Jane how her arm was doing, or what she was thinking, but he kept quiet. She didn’t seem to be in a tal