Prologue
“Bring me that horizon!” he said to no one in particular as he caressed the rich mahogany helm.
But was he caressing the helm? Or was his mind on his next goal? He had his ship back, what more could he possibly want?
From behind him, Gibbs asked, “Where to now, Jack?”
“Barbados.”
“What in the bloody hell is in Barbados?”
“A treasure…more valuable than all of Cortez’s gold,” muttered Jack, his eyes focused on the horizon.
Gibbs watched him…watched his mind drift off on the clouds overhead. His mind was made up and there would be no changing it. If there was a treasure in Barbados, then that’s where they were headed.
