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Chapter 11 “We are too late. The battle has been joined.” Connor peered through the branches of the tree he was in. It was part of a little copse of trees out in the middle of nowhere behind the Patriot fort. No sentries patrolled it. The Patriots did not expect an attack from behind – an unpardonable oversight on the part of the garrison commander. Clearly he had decided that forting up would be a better way to save his forces. A miscalculation. For there were ships disgorging troops onto the beachhead, all red, their muskets shining in the morning sun. The cannons were covering their disembarkment, keeping the Patriots

“Enough,” Connor said striding into the hold of the ship where Church had holed up. “We came here for a reason.” “Different reasons it seems,” his father growled, his bloodied fist hitting the supine man once more. Haytham got up, his anger clear on his face. Church’s face was a disaster: his lips had been split open by the force of Haytham’s blows, his betrayal having stung the Grand Master on a personal level. And like a cobra Haytham had struck back fast and furiously, unleashing his pent up anger at his misfortunes on the man who had betrayed him. Connor knelt by the gasping man and laid on

Northwest Passage 1776 He stopped, hands on his knees. His breathing came in gasps, a white cloud all around his head. He stared at the white expanse: white sky, white ground, white towers of ice. He blinked several times: his eyes were getting tired. There was no sign of the wreck. There was no sign of anything at all in fact. No life. No animals. No insects even. No life. “Mr. Faulkner, you had better be right,” he muttered slapping his mittened hands together for warmth. He was up to his knees in snow. Glancing back, his trail stretched far away beyond his sight. “How anyone could believe that the Northwest Passage exist