I knew he was reticent for a reason.
He gave me a sideways glance and said, ‘Oui. Beautiful, seductive, vite… euuh, she was very fast, but all this hid a coeur noir.’
I leaned closer, ‘a… black heart?’ I guessed, ‘How so?’
‘This ship, she was cursed. We were two weeks into our journey from Tortuga, to raid
‘But your ship, you said it was becalmed for four months.’
At this, he glanced around nervously, ‘oui, for a week we fished. We caught a few, and ate them, but it was not enough. We were always still hungry.’ He glanced over his shoulders, clearly uncomfortable. Finally I was going to find out what had happened on the ship, and why he had refused to talk to anyone.
‘Personne. You can tell no one. Not a soul.’ he said. He looked at me intently. He had death in his eyes—his own—he was living only because his body demanded him to.
I nodded.
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