The bushy-bearded raider regarded him for a moment as he drew up close, seeming surprised that he was able to keep up with him. Then his mouth broadened into a bloodthirsty grin, and he nodded.
They thundered across the ground. This was the part of a siege where Vol thought he should be bellowing. He'd never taken part in a siege before – at least, not as the aggressor – but his instincts told him that as he charged his enemy, he should be shouting with every cell in his body, trying to cower his foe.
Yet they were as silent as on the ship as they cut through the water. They were hidden, still cloaked in shadow. The torches that had meant to be overlooking that gate had retreated. All they saw was an open wall… and a flat barred gate. It wasn't open, but that didn't seem to slow Blackbeard.
They charged forward, fragments of Blackbeard's body, mere cogs in the system of his designs, carrying out his will.
