CHAPTER SEVEN WHAT LIES BENEATH
Johnny suddenly woke up, with the distinct impression of being still it Port Royal.
Is it possible that I dreamt it all?, he wondered trying to put his ideas in order. No, that’s not possible.
It wasn’t, actually.
The regular and monotonous creaking of the ship made him plunge back into reality. He turned aside and saw the hammocks swinging among the guns, following the sea course, with their respective owners lying there and sleeping soundly. The deck looked larger than usual and he understood the reason after a while: some of the couches were empty and some pirates were missing.
Feeling still confused, he tried to concentrate. His memories were blurred, as if he was looking at them through a veil of soot: they showed him Avery saving him from the m
