The darkness in Marek's eyes grew deeper, and David could see the churning depths within. David quickly looked away, not wanting to be swallowed into that darkness like he had before.
Then, as quickly as it had appeared, the darkness lifted.
"That's a good question, lad." The captain had a pensive look on his face, and one of his hands had come to rest on his stomach.
"Out here on the open ocean, I would win." After a long pause, Marek finally spoke, in a murmur.
But David hadn't missed Marek's hand moving, that gesture had been full of meaning, he was sure Johann had wounded him there, and though Marek had said victory would be his, he'd specified on where the battle would be.
This was something he could work with.
"So what about out here, who would win?" David asked.
"Hahahahaha, is that even a question! That fox would drown before he'd even got a chance to touch me!" Marek guffawed.
