Sherry clutched her baby sister and soothed her as she sobbed. She glanced over the gunwale and grimly watched as the corsair silently sailed over the devastated, burning countryside. She knew that their life was now irrevocably shattered. Their young, bright-eyed capturer worked nearby lashing boxes to the deck, alert, watching their every move. The ship easily cleared the tops of the tallest pines, erasing all thoughts of escaping over the side. Sherry shook her head, clearing her brown hair away from her red-rimmed eyes. Her breath caught in her throat when she recognized the sounds coming from the boxes.