Tiny continued to hold onto them both as he strode up the beach and once safely out of the surf dropped exhausted to his knees.
“Without you, none of this would have happened. I mean, sure, I dealt with the men, but you did all of the hard work, the mental heavy lifting, without you, I’d be nowhere.”
“I asked the good spirits to protect us.”
“What choice do we have, evil spirits ahead and apparently bloodthirsty mutineers behind us.”
The three men stared at Isabella who stared back at them with a gentle smile.
All eyes in the room quickly turned towards the man who was so seasick on his first day that he had to be put to bed.
“So we vowed to each other that we would never judge someone based on what people said they were, but instead on who they showed us they were.”
“This conversation isn’t over. Now get the men from downstairs and make them do whatever needs to be done during a storm.”