CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE LAST JOURNEY
As soon as the sound of shooting rent the air, Rogers suddenly stood up, with blurred and bewildered eyes. He was in a dark place, pervaded by the smells of sweat and clotted blood and split up by a thousand light blades. He could never forget the horror which had dominated him at first and he hadn’t certainly made a thought similar to Johnny’s one, that is to say getting to the conclusion of being dead. Then some part of him became active again and was able to focus the matter better.
His memories following the duel came back in a mosaic looking like the stained-glass window in a church: the ship had made a jolt just while Teach was going to strike the fatal blow. Rogers had been thrown backwards and had got stuck in the sails falling down the masts.
