CHAPTER 31 - TRISTAN

Tristan’s thoughts had traveled far away, far from the lone ship that crawled over the surface of the calm waters. The words of the pirate had kept on echoing in his mind. His fellow pirate, who had pocketed the orb, now rested beneath the ocean depths, and perhaps devoured by the sea monsters the men had been speaking about in front of him now.

He had been seated on a chair beside Lewis, along with the men and their leader, Bow, all gathered in a circle with a huge, bright lamp at the center. Tristan glanced at each of the men’s faces, shone by the yellow lamp. He had not been sure if he could judge them as thieves, like the pirates they had defeated. Then his eyes went to Bow. He could not tell the man’s intentions just by seeing that unreadable face. He had to speak with him privately.

A cup of ale was offered to him. When Tristan looked, it was from Lewis beside him. “You’re a silent one … a dee