Bloody Bay [antikvár]

Plymouth, England: 1691Molly twisted; ale splashed. ''God's blood, if you pinch me arse once more, you bastard, I'll fetch me husband to slit your throat." Barely visible in the gloom of the smoky tavern, a man sprang up."Alfie!"The knife glistened for an instant before burying itself in the abusive man's chest. He groaned heavily; then his flaccid torso slumped forward on the fdthy table.Alfred Read's anger flashed. "Hog-grubbin' thief! First me hard money, now it's me wife 'e's after." Alfred grabbed at the man's head. The candlelight created grotesque shadows on the victim's bloated face. '"E's the one, all right. Put that empty mug in his hand. This pack of drunken sots won't give 'em notice til mornin'.""They'll hang you in the mornin' right enough," she said."They'll not find me to lay hands on, love. I'm off to sea this very night."Swinging wildly, Molly's hand only glanced off Alfred's chin as she screamed bitteriy, "The devil take ye, Alfred Read! How can you leave again, and me with child?""I must leave thee, Molly, girl. A man can get his fortune on the sea. Ye makes too much of it. Ah now, love. Go to me mother in Devonshire; she'll care for ye when your time is come. 1 want not to find thee here in Plymouth when I return. Stinkin' tavern, bloody fucking bastards," he