the man was sitting quietly, his hands unbound and clenched. arthur glanced at jack silently. was this truly the madman, the ruthless pirate that had been terrorizing the coasts for two years? he had clearly freed himself and was waiting. for what, arthur didn't know.
The water splashes beneath our feet as we trudge through. I can no longer feel my toes. Fortunately that means i am no longer reminded every second that one is missing. Unfortunately i cant tell if I'd lost anymore. He trails along ahead of me turning back every step to check if im still following. I cant help but see the irritation in his eyes as he turns and sees that yes, I am still there.