Chapter One
The night is dark; clouds cover the light of the moon, the stars. The wind is howling. “Fifteen men on a dead man’s chest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum…”
“Gibbs,” you groan, “Stop it all ready.” He pulls a face in your direction, before turning towards the wheel of the ship, holding her steady. How long you had been sitting there, near that god-awful island, you wouldn’t know, but it had been far too long. Gibbs was beyond drunk, beyond reason, but he is coherent enough to keep singing, “Drink and devil had done for the rest, yo-ho-ho and a bottle of rum!” you r