Chapter 44: Kent's Last Stand

E familiar voice slithered over Merrick's earsa voice he had hoped never to hear again, a voice that now sent a chill through his heart. He looked up. Kent emerged from below, holding a knife to Charlisse's throat. Edward glanced up too. Both men abandoned their opponents. Merrick jumped over the quarterdeck railing and landed with a thud on the main deck while Edward rushed down the ladder, sword in hand.

"Hold up there, boys." Kent leaned over Charlisse, pressing the blade against her creamy skin. "I've got a bargain to make with you." His eyes flickered with excitement. Merrick and Edward halted, brandishing their swords before them.

"What are ye up to, boy?" Edward stormed.

But Merrick could focus on nothing save the tiny stream of blood that slid down Charlisse's neck. How could he have forgotten about Kent? He cursed himself as each nerve in his body lit like a fuse. The fighting faded around them, drawing the pirates' gazes to this new challenge.