by Mark Bondurant
It’s 1892, the fourth and nastiest year of the Civil War. With war prices for some things going through the roof, there are some cargoes that are too tempting, tucked down in places too risky, and a ship captain has to weigh both if he wants to make a profit and stay afloat. Normally my parents would have been back in port a week ago, but they’re overdue. Nothing to worry about yet – much.