If not for Nolan laughing at his excitement, and saying that "in the grand scheme of things, it really isn't much at all," Vol likely would have been as swept up in the celebrations as the rest of them. That was not to say he wasn't, but he did so with a lesser degree.
With Borne and Harland, they dragged him into the Greymouth taverns. The instant the regulars noticed them to be raiders, the whole atmosphere of the room changed to one of excitement. Where the Blackbeard's Raiders went in Greymouth, gold and stories were sure to follow.
Vol had never been a man for the drink, but he allowed the two older men in Borne and Harland to coach him into it. A mouthful of whisky, and a calming thoughtless warmth soon passed through his body, and he could feel his face reddening.
Borne laughed when he saw the look on his face. "Is good, no? See, the goods of money. Everything good."
