"Hence why they built their home on an island, despite the inconveniences it presents," Nolan said. "Inconveniences that work to our benefit. There are too many beaches for their scouts to patrol, and I'd wager – as Blackbeard has – that their men will keep to their walls in this colder weather. Indeed, winter might be the only chance to get a whiff of the wealth the Freuds are famed to keep," Nolan said.
"What if they don't?" A voice interrupted in the dark. Vol didn't have to turn to recognize it as Harland. The man was distinctly anxious. He'd wanted to interrupt for a while, and only now with the island looming into view did he have the courage to finally voice that question. "What if they spot us before we land, what then?"
"Then nothing," Blackbeard interrupted, pocketing his compass, now that he was confident they were well on their way. "They have the choice to fight us on land if they wish, but that only favours us. Our plan doesn't change."
