Dax stood at the port side of his flagship, looking out at his small fleet. They had dismantled much of what was left of the town to build their ships. There was nothing left, and to rebuild in the winter would be pointless. What was left of the freemen had deliberated and voted on braving the voyage home? They had finished the ships two days ago and had been salvaging what they could in the lines of food and livestock. Some of their wealth had been looted, and their friends and family killed or taken. They were willing to head home, but like Dax, the others demanded satisfaction.
He watched as the last of their supplies were loaded on the ships. They would be underway by the evening. They would bring the war to the Englishmen’s door, only this time he and his brethren would
