Chapter Twenty-Eight.
The Pirate’s Nest was busy by the time we reached it close to sunset. Men were dealing in illegal goods, women were dressed in their undergarments, desperate to attract a suitor for the night with their necks littered in pearls and their lips stained red. That color reminded me of everything bad, the coat I was wearing, the blood that stained it, fire blazing over a town, the seduction of young men, drawn in like a mermaid would compel her human prey. We docked the ship and the crew leaped down from the sides to get lost in the foot traffic, marveling at the sights of precious stones and antique items such as swords and axes. ‘A pirate with an axe’ I thought feeling a chill go down the back of my spine. My eyes found the water, the horizon and there was just something about how the ligh
- Writer
