"We are heading back to Beckforth," Jacob announced at the dinner table before the pirates dispersed and went about to do their duties and responsibilities.
The pirates did not complain nor said a word in disagreement. I found it odd. It is Beckforth. We will be sailing back to Beckforth! Technically, they… we... are criminals of Beckforth. If they get caught, it will be the gallows or any form of death for them! If I get caught… then…
"Why do we have to sail to Beckforth? I thought our priorities were overseas territories?" I asked.
The pirates who were not able to leave yet stopped what they were doing and turned back to us. Jacob looked at me. He was serious. There was no hint of playfulness or mischief in his black eyes… just plain seriousness. No one dared to answer.
Paco cleared his throat, "It will be my daughter's memorial."
"We always go every year," Neville informed me.
