Of course, there were worries. The thought of the number five hundred that he'd caught Blackbeard muttering, and his suspicions that the enemy force they faced was likely far greater than Blackbeard had initially let on, but Vol did not allow himself to dwell too thoroughly on that. Worrying was for the clever men. He was a fighting man. His only duty was to improve his strength and see his work done.
With the short bit of time left before they were due to meet at the docks, there wasn't a man that was still asleep.
Vol had even spied some testing their weapons in the air, after they buckled the armour to their back, and got their comrades to check the attachments. The last thing they needed was for something to slip in the middle of battle.
