And straight the Sun was flecked with bars,(Heaven's Mother send us grace!)As if through a dungeon-grate he peeredWith broad and burning face.Nathaniel brought the chart to the helmsman, silently holding it out as the sun faded the ink even more. Even after all these years, the knowledge ingrained in the mans' mind, he still repeated this routine, adapting the map himself as time dictated."Aye, captain." The voice was cracked, the vocal cords dried from the lack of fluid. The alcohol did little to quench it but water tasted like filth to him and the tang of the grape or distilled molasses was all his palate craved. "Any change, inform me," Nathaniel mumbled as he trudged away, his footfalls causing the crew to work harder as his eye looked over them.Any flaw was swiftly picked up, and although he neglected to use the cat-o-nine-tails now, slicing the back to the point where skin hung in flayed

Lloyd debated speaking to Thomas about the strange voice that still sang airily in his mind. Like the sweet song of a rising bird on a summer morning. Yet, when venturing up onto the deck, he saw the boy looking harried. All the crew was looking rattled, cleaning up the debris that had washed up from below and strange substances that the mist, or those within its folds, had thrown. He offered a small smile and took up a mop without being asked, pushing the brine back over the side. The smell burned his nose, salt clinging to him as though he bathed in the sea for hours. "Hope you didn't get seasick," Thomas's voice finally broke the awkward quiet. "And if you did, I hope you cleaned it up. Captain Hemlock isn't the only one who hates bad smells."Lloyd laughed grudgingly. Seasickness would have been preferable to what he had experienced but it was better to leave that for later. He shook his head, pausing the wipe the sheen from his brow

March; 1745 Could anything compare to the majesty of the seas? So many stories travelled the crests of blue, heroes were made and the unfortunate languished. Some sent to the grave of the sea earlier than they should, a single mistake ending their life in a trice. Mistakes were not to be tolerated. Nathaniel had made that clear each time one of his crew erred. Blood had stained the boards he walked on, ally and enemy, and still his conscious never bothered him, despite the words of the former naval commodore he had slaughtered some months prior. 'It will haunt you, worthless cur,' the man had spat, his voice garbled with his own blood. 'Your sins will be your ending.' 'I'm sure,' Nath

The crew had made themselves at home on the sandy shore, using spare sails to create a decent shelter and were busy fishing and building a fire. They had already caught three green turtles that the cook was busy slicing, putting the shell aside to sell later. Even polished up and clean, it surprised him what some people would part with their money for. The presence of the drums was still eerie, but had become less of an issue. Clearly, the natives were not interested in their visitors or they would have besieged them already. The pattern rarely differed. If they were not welcome, they knew about it. "Reckon we might get lucky with some of the women here?" A scrawny man asked as he unhooked a writhing fish, casting it back after deeming it too small. "We've got a few things from the last plunder that we can offer, normally means a fair time!""Aye, they're normally open to a trade," the helmsman chuckled, his mind drifting to more interes

Modern Day"So that's how you made that deal?" Lloyd toyed with his sleeve, trying not to appear judgemental. "Sounds to me as if it jumped on something you said without meaning it.""Aye," Nathaniel nodded, his eyes devoid of any emotion. "But that's what they do. And before you ask, that doesn't mean the bargain isn't lawful. All your legal tommyrot doesn't stand up to infernal contracts. There ain't any clauses or loopholes.""You found one."Nathaniel stiffened at the frank statement, hanging his head. "I don't think you'd call it a loophole, lad. More a clause to benefit that beast."Blood. Death. And too much of it. The actions simply damned his soul more. Yet, if he didn't do it, his entire crew would be damned as well. Including Thomas. The demon had reneged on that loose promise when he found that route."How did it happen?" Lloyd pressed, swallowing the lump in his throat as he added. "I mean, if you wanna tell me. You don't have to, obviously."Nathaniel bit his tongue, gaz