“Let’s go”, the captain exclaimed. “Catch the rope!”
“Come on, come on”, the boy spurred them from above. He turned back every now and then, to check the situation.
They climbed very slowly, only after they had tied the launches to the hull, as they didn’t want to lose the boxes with the treasure. Blackbeard was the last one: every meter he climbed, he could hear the battle uproar becoming louder.
He was going to reconquer the Queen Anne’s Revenge and make his wish come true.
At all costs.
***
Although he was trying hard to look self-confident, Rogers’s soul was upside down.
During the attack he had thought that the matter would have been settled very quickly: he had imagined the deck covered by his enemies’ corpses, himself waiting for Blackbeard to come back, to give him the final
