“Not thanks to me.”
Blackbeard suddenly lifted his head. “Why?”
Cha’tima didn’t answer him. He kept staring at the small pieces, narrowing his eyes. His muscles were tense and his dark lips were contracted.
“Is there anything wrong?”, Van Dyk inquired. He hadn’t uttered a single word since he had got there.
“Fate is uncertain”, the Kalinago suddenly stated. “And I can’t see myself in your future.”
Edward Teach was overwhelmed by a fit of choking. He had to swallow hard to push away that unpleasant feeling. The last part of the shaman’s speech had petrified him.
He has found out the truth, he thought, while Hardraker’s beech-marten face got impressed more deeply on his brain. He was going to land there with a group of men towards sunset, ready to find their way into the forest. If eve
