Chapter 68
Finn and I stood on the docks, staring at the last location on the list. The Sinking Mary.
Not too long ago, we had been held captive on it, ready to be sold to other pirates. I was particularly eager to see our captor again.
"Last one," I muttered. Finn didn't reply. He just adjusted his coat and rolled up his sleeves. If that was his attempt at looking intimidating, he failed miserably at it.
Goodeye's fun fact had been that he hated Trish. She had already told us that the last name on the list would never vote for her. And that was him. That suited me just fine. The instructions on how to bring him to the meeting were fun.
We walked up to the ship. Two guards stood on either side of the gangplank and drew out their blades the moment we approached.
"State your purpose," growled a one-eyed pirate.
"We're here to deliver a message from Captain Trish," Finn replied.
