She was ready to walk away and leave him stranded...but the man had a treasure map. What if it was real?Sirena’s mind raced. Even with different colors hoisted, after the last night’s raid, she ran the risk that the Strega’s sails would be detected as soon as they appeared on the horizon. Her ship could not approach the city’s defensive walls. Not until all the rumors settled and no survivors would recognize them. On the other hand, she couldn’t pass through the Pila Gates as a lone woman. Last time she had spoken to her brother, he had said he’d be docking in Ragusa’s harbor on the second Sunday of August. Still two days away, but she should pay him a visit. Maybe he’d been home and had news.“I possess a map.” The man’s voice snapped her out of her planning.She lowered her sword, and her glance, to his feet and flicked a crab into the sea. “Charts are of no interest to me.”“Ah.” He stroked his chin, leaving sooty fingerprints on his blond beard. “But this is not an ordinary map.” His grin exposed a row of white teeth, a rarity. “It leads to a treasure.”“Treasure means different things to different people.” Something familiar reflected in his eyes. She stepped back. Now, where had she seen him before?“True,” he said, “but I believe this map is real.”The same sparkle flashed in his eyes, reaffirming that flicker of recognition, but she still couldn’t place the sense of familiarity. “What makes you so sure?”“I’ve had it all my life.” He shrugged and gave a shy smile. “Call me a captain, but I’ve never been able to make any sense of the damn thing.”