Fifty-three:
Hook
When you are a pirate, you know how easy it is to take things from people. It becomes your way of life. I’d had to take things in order to survive. First as a young cabin boy working on a ship. Then as a pirate on my own ship. I could tell the moment before someone was going to something terrible. When trouble came for you, the air changed, and there was a shift that I could only see. Because I knew how bad the world was. When I came out of the pub that I’d met Clark and Ben at, that feeling had entered my gut.
There was someone lurking in the shadows in a hood. The air had gotten chillier as if there was a snowstorm coming. I saw a flash of a stranger’s blue hood from a cloak, and I knew exactly what was happening. A girl with pale white skin, and stark whi
