In the darkness of the night, a wave of uncertainty bathed over Orff. This was not how he imagined it to be.
He had been plotting revenge for fourteen years. After all the sacrifices he made… for it to end so abruptly like this… it was like a cruel joke. If Teach was still around, he might even consider abandoning this expedition and simply wait for the next opportunity.
Now that he was the only one left, Orff was uncertain if he was still able to continue down this road. He was way past his prime and getting older every day. His skills were deteriorating, and while time brought with it experience and wisdom, it could not make up for his lost youth. These days, every night, his back and legs would ache in his sleep. Every fight of his was getting more and more strenuous, and his wounds took a much longer time to heal as well.
