Without showing any mercy, Edward Teach moved his weapon through O’Hara’s chest. His screams became unbearable, then they turned into low and terrified cries: they didn’t look like a coward’s shouts, but the moaning of a man in the throes of death.
Rogers saw Blackbeard pulling out his sabre, tearing pieces of bloody flesh. O’Hara took a step, a second, a third one… then he fell face down. While he was falling, he mumbled something, maybe a prayer or a condemnation.
“Forgive me”, Rogers whispered. Everything around him started swinging and his last thought, before fainting, was for his dead mate. He would have done anything to change what had happened. But he knew that time moved just in one direction. It couldn’t move backwards.
When the last strength he had left him, captain Woodes Ro
