“Rubbish,” Admiral Price mutters into his tea. Captain Hook stops mid-breath and turns sharply to meet the admiral’s eyes. “I’ve learned to be more careful with that word, Admiral,” Hook cautions, “and the arrogance that goes along with it.” The silent moments that pass between them are broken b...
One voice shrieked above the others. “Get up you clumsy bastard!” A thud and a low grunt followed. I climbed the forecastle deck in time to see Gustavo slumped over onto his side. George Scourie stood over him, his wide knuckles as white and red as his cheeks. “What is the meaning of this?...