He nodded towards them, when he saw Vol and Nolan approach. They were bringing up the rear – the last of the men had hopped off at the same time as they.
"Ten, fifteen minutes, a quick march," Blackbeard said, his voice kept low, but still resounding out over their party. It carried as far as the waves, which then killed the echo. "That's how long it'll take to see the gates."
"How do we get in, Boss?" Moesh asked the question that was on everyone's mind.
"By the time we arrive, they will be open, waiting for us," Blackbeard said firmly. He cast his eyes back to Nolan, his dark gaze firm.
The youth took it, and gave a mock salute. "Well then, me and mine. It would seem it is our queue to leave. You had better be as quick as your word says you will be, Blackbeard," Nolan said. "There are some amongst your lot that look slower than a limping cart-horse."
