The Last Killiney

by J. Jay Kamp

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  Two days later at the ridiculous hour of four in the morning another ship was sighted. They’d already encountered the indigenous peoples of the coast and from the clamor of the sailors above her head, Ravenna guessed this wasn’t another native encounter. Only the sight of white men could cause such an excitement among the crew.

  By the time she’d gotten out on deck, the other vessel had hoisted American colors. According to custom, a salute was fired. It wasn’t until two hours had passed that the ship came close enough to make out its name painted on the stern.

  To Ravenna’s amazement, it plainly read Columbia.