Zelia
The atmosphere is thick with anticipation, and you can almost touch it. I am pacing up and down the deck, cross-checking every single thing. And the entire time I am questioning my decision.
Regardless of my choice, there is a risk. All I can do is pray that the outcome is in our favour. The waiting for Black Bart to reach us is excruciating and by the time they do, I am almost relieved.
“Pirates!” Jehan shouts and that is our cue.
As discussed with my crew, they start running around frantically and pretend to be in disarray when Black Bart hoists the black and white pirate flag. We cannot afford Black Bart to change his tactics if he suspects that we are ready for him.
“I am going to give the order for the cannons,” Jehan looks at me. “We must do it before the hooks reach our d
