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Alyssa's arm shot out, finger pointing toward the harbor's surface. "There! She made it to the water!"
Pierre set down the small signal cannon, tendrils of smoke still curling from its barrel. The blank round had served its purpose perfectly—just as Alyssa predicted, every pirate within earshot was now frantically scanning the horizon for Navy ships that weren't actually there.
"Quick thinking with the cannon," he admitted, giving credit where it was due. "Your Naval training's proving more useful than I expected."
A faint blush spread across Alyssa's cheeks, though her eyes remained fixed on Raven's progress through the murky harbor. "Father always said a good officer uses every tool available. I never imagined I'd be applying those lessons to help pirates escape from other pirates."
