The pirates cast a furtive glance at each other.
“Do you want all that?”, the boy spurred them. There was something he had learnt from Hardraker: the one who shouted louder, was often right.
Without uttering a single word, a man next to the guy with the scar took care of N’ahele and walked away to the launches. Some men followed him, bending their heads and trailing their steps on the sand.
Johnny expected them to mumble in disappointment, but they kept silent instead. He turned the gun away from the pirate who had scolded him.
“You won’t be so lucky, next time”, he just told him.
The anger he had shown all along the comedy he had had to play, was a part of a plan he had made after killing Van Dyk. He had aimed at his back, but he had chosen to change target in the end. Just to avoid
