1610

Christopher Dawson

Black sails fly high overhead. Wind pushes out the crest centered on the sails, red surrounding a boar’s head. We are on a mission like no other we’ve been handed. The church specifically ordered us to take on what we hope will be an easy job. Get in, cleanse the island, and leave.

“Captain Hanson.”

“Yes?”

“We’re nearly there, sir. The estimated docking time is one hour. Should I prepare the men?”

Captain Hanson ...