As soon as Blackbeard gave those words, the men relented with satisfied nods. More men was better in their eyes. Even if this group seemed to be barely men from the youth about them.
"There's a woman there," Nootka noted. "Pretty little thing. Is she for the ride over?"
He was eyeing up Nolan's girl, and she was glaring at him something viciously in reply. She was pretty though… A pretty face, and her long black hair was shiny and well-tended to. Compared to the whores that Vol had seen selling their services back in the town, she was a veritable Goddess. It was no wonder the men were getting distracted.
"Ah, I might add a stipend, Blackbeard. Tell your men to keep your eyes off Beth. I can't vouch for their safety otherwise," Nolan said, delivering the most relaxed threat Vol had ever heard.
Blackbeard grunted. "Your woman, then? Leave it be, Nootka, for the sake of the raid."
