Silas sneered. "You'd never find a new navigator as good as me."
That night, Silas took his lashes without a sound. The next morning, he stood at the helm, charting a course toward a fat East Indiaman reported off the Cape. pirates law
The crew had gathered in a silent, tense ring. The charge was mutiny. Silas sneered
Flint-eyed Captain Elara Vane stood on the quarterdeck of the Sea Witch , a splintered cutlass in her hand. Below, on the blood-stained main deck, her first mate, a hulking man named Silas, knelt in chains. The crew had gathered in a silent, tense ring
"I led us into that ambush at Devil's Cove," Elara confessed. "I let my greed for Spanish gold override the caution the Code demands. Silas was wrong to strike me, but he was right to question me."
It was a brutal law. But it was their law. And on the lawless, endless sea, it was the only thing standing between them and the abyss.
Silas spat a tooth onto the deck. "You can't hang me, Elara. We're pirates. We ain't bound by no king's law."