The Feud
The faint glow of the morning dawn filled the cabin. Landon and Keelan had just finished breaking their fast with biscuits and strong coffee. Keelan’s thoughts drifted back to Gampo’s attack. “What started this feud between Fynn and Gampo?”
Landon took a deep breath, scrubbed his face with his other hand and gave a baffled laugh. “Those two salts had been at odds for the past twenty-five years, although no one seems to remember why. Fynn always remained tightlipped about it. His only plan of action was to do as much damage as possible to Gampo’s ship without killing anyone.” He shrugged. “Gampo seemed to have the same intent. Both did their best to hinder the other’s business and disrupt each other’s trade, like a couple of old, toothless dogs.”
“Have many people died?” she ask
