"Right," the men agreed. Vagrin looked disappointed, but that sentiment wasn't shared by too many of them. Indeed, they were raiders, but with the time that they'd spent together, it would be impossible to forget the camaraderie that they'd shared. They all lived in fear of death, though they did a great job at hiding it. It was comforting for them to be able to do something for their dead comrades.
Under Blackbeard, a deadman was left. They were a fighting force, true, but at the end of the day, it was every man for himself.
"What of those?" Harland asked, motioning towards the newcomers that had fought amongst Blackbeard. They still stood close to the village chief's house, nervous. They hadn't broken up with the rest of the crowd and nor did they look like they would be lowering their weapons any time soon.
