Merrick walked in silence, checking his myriad weapons for the third time: two pistols, loaded and sheathed in his baldric; a knife strapped to his thigh; another one hidden within his right boot; and a cutlass at his side. Adjusting his hat, he scanned the darkened shops and warehouses lining the streets of Tortugaall boarded up against the nightly orgy. Up ahead, fingers of light curled out from taverns and brothels onto the street, luring in patrons like bugs from the darkness. The last time he had been in this town, rum had dulled his sensesand his wits along with them. Now, with his mind clear, Merrick remembered well the dangers of this nefarious city.
"Expecting trouble?" Collier grinned maliciously, gazing at Merrick's weapons.
The governor's daughter struggled as the captain dragged her along. Five of his crew ambled behind them.
"I always expect trouble in Tortuga," Merrick replied, desperate to wipe the smirk from the impudent man's face.