Thane Drogos

When Evelyn met me on the upper deck, I had a blunt cutlass ready for her. She eyed the instrument curiously, reaching out and taking it from me.

“Is it sharp?” she asked.

“No. These are for sparring,” I answered. I gave the sword a brief swipe, listening to the metal whistle through the air. At nightfall, most of the crew remained under the deck aside from the night crew.

A few men did their rounds above the deck, ...