"Why the f**k is it so quiet?" I muttered, on edge. Nothing stirred at all. Even the wind felt anemic, barely managing to stir up a quiet flap or two from the canvas tents. Skylar, Euphie, Elsa, Yvonne, and I were on the edge of the camp, about ten meters away from the outermost tent. Skylar's tent had been pitched in the middle, and everyone else's had spread out in rough concentric circles around hers.
"Yeah. Where the hell is everyone else?" Elsa added, a note of tension running through her words. Over the week we had stayed with the pirates, we had observed that there was activity at all hours in the camp. There were people polishing weapons, people heating up rations, people s**t talking one another, and even people exercising—push up competitions were common, since the need to conse
