Chapter 23

Thor looked down at the crew, wondering what they were thinking. A light wind blew across the deck. It ruffled the hair and clothing of the group of men looking up at him. The only man’s expression he could read was that of Edgar. The young sailor stood tall with a smile that let Thor know his musket ball, at least, would be placed in Thor’s sack. “I will leave you to your discussions and decision,” Thor said.

“No need!” a voice called out. It was Ezekiel. He stepped forward from the group and addressed Thor. “We have already talked and voted. It is decided.”

There were assenting murmurs from the men.

“What is your call?” Thor asked. “Whom do you choose as your leader?”

The men raised their hands with clenched fists and shouted as one, “Thor!”

A small flock of swallows flew across the deck and landed in the rigging. The crew cheered.

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