Teach lifted his eyes and froze. The storm had gone. Just a thick, light rain was left, beating on the deck with a flat ticking. However, what Stubb had pointed at in the distance was something much more frightening, a thick wall of fog coming in their direction.
“Sir”, Johnny turned out on the quarterdeck. He was panting and shaking from head to foot.
Teach cast a glance at him. “Is that what you saw in your visions?”
The boy nodded.
“Bloody hell!”, the captain burst out. He then ordered some pirates to go down to the lower decks and check the hull. He didn’t want to experience what had happened after they attacked the French brig again.
“Shall we go on following this course?”, Stubb asked.
“There’s no other choice”, Blackbeard stated.
The Queen Anne’s Revenge woke up, even if gloo
