A Greedy Risk - Part 2

They were simple words, but honest ones. This time, as Vol said them, unlike with Blackbeard, he didn't feel a hint of awkwardness. He was becoming far more comfortable in who he was. There was a sort of charisma to him now that the new men immediately respected. The honour in burying the dead, despite the way they had betrayed him. The confidence in doing as he wished, no matter what the others might think of him.

As the bodies burned, Vol planned his next course of action. They'd recovered the slaves. There were a good hundred of them. Some had been lost in the fighting, but the losses were neglible, especially when one considered that it could have been far worse. Amidst all that chaos, the slaves could have easily made an escape, after all, had someone dared to loosen their ropes.