As the man who'd taken their lives from them, Vol too had the honour of holding the torch to send them into the next world. He glanced behind him, gauging the expressions of those that had fought alongside Blackbeard, and those that had chosen to remain neutral. It was hard to tell much, with their faces shrouded in shadow, but he got the sense of a begrudging approval.
With his arm extended, he offered his flame to the oil. The oil greedily snatched it for itself, and in an instant, the whole line of it erupted in a conflagration of flame. Moments later, the straw too caught fire. As the heat built, the sticks smouldered down towards embers, and the larger logs began to slowly burn away.
