Men of the Sea - Part 6

The ships came closer, not seeming to sense the danger. Vol kept an eye on it, feeling the situation with his instincts, wondering if he himself would have turned here or not, sensing the trap. He felt the imagined noose begin to tighten. It was within a hundred metres of their ship that he thought the trap was at its most obvious. But the ships kept coming, and they saw a large fist go into the air by way of salute.

"WHO GOES THERE?" Shouted the man, with his fist still in the air. "YOU ALREADY PLUNDER?"

"No plunder," Vol said back, his voice equally as loud, though he did not need to shout. "We were waiting on reinforcements. You have come just in time."

"WHO GOES THERE?" The man said again.

"Grey of the Crooked-Necks," Vol said, saying the first thing that came into his head, which turned out to be just an inverting of the names of the Crooked-Tooth men and Blackbeard.

"GREY, IS IT? SHOULD WE CALL YOU COMRADE?" The man said.