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KANE
Death's Cove
Late Frostfall
The farther the Iron Jewel treaded closer to Death's Cove, the fiercer the wind whipped at the black sails. Kane feared they might not hold up and they'd have to be pulled back. Doing so, however, would leave them at mercy to the dark and restless waters. The ship would be destroyed by sea-stacks in no time at all.
Despite his instincts and the ghost of his father's voice telling him to turn back toward safe waters, Kane kept his ship on track to the nearing shadowed sliver of the cove, weaving his ship between sea-stacks like a snake between rocks in its path.
When they miraculously reached the foot of the two mountainous obsidian peaks, a shadow loomed over the ship, casting the deck in darkness. The coolness of the shade pricked Kane's skin, making each hair stand on end. He should've felt some inkling of fear, yet there was nothing but the fire of determination.
"Aye," mused Flynn, eyes trailing upward toward the peaks. "I just got chills."
"Pull up your bootstraps," Kane told him, stepping away from the wheel. Flynn followed close behind.
"What's next?" Flynn asked. "We raid the cove of all valuables? Imagine the treasures that've been trapped inside there for lifetimes."
Kane stopped and whipped back around to Flynn, an unamused expression on his face. "No distractions. We're here for one reason: find Rove." As the two descended down the stairs together, Kane yelled to Doan, one of his longest and most loyal crewmates. "Doan! Take the wheel! Navigate us into the cove while I prepare a scouting crew."
Two pirates met Kane and Flynn at the bottom of the stairs. Arius Pavel smiled at them both, dimples in his light brown cheeks, his curly sun-kissed hair cut shorter since half of it had been singed off at Crossbones. Borne, a clear calm to Arius's wild storm, stood nearly a head shorter than Arius. The witchblood's golden eyes were now faded to brown, his magic diminished after giving it up to save Lorelei from her fate a season ago. Freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose, his auburn hair blowing in the wind like the flames of a brushfire.
"I don't know what we'll find in there," Kane said, cutting his gaze across the deck and to the nearing cove. "But a reliable trader in Ravana said that this was where a Bonedog ship was headed."
"Why though?" Arius asked, confusion twisting his brow. "Death's Cove is a no-man's-land."
Borne shifted his weight on his feet. "There may be no men, but there are secrets to be told."
"Did your mother tell you that one too?" Arius teased, giving Borne a light nudge.
"Why are you speaking of my mother?" Borne turned on him. If Borne's eyes were still gold like his mother's, Arius probably wouldn't be so brave.
