Chapter Forty-Nine

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The crew was starting to look a lot less bloodthirsty and a lot more worried. Humperdink, in his rage, fury, and glee, had barely noticed as they crossed into the Tortuga Quadrangle.

Maybe that was what it took to be an effective pirate. To do the things others would not do. To go where others would not go. And to be so consumed with a single-minded goal that everything else—the dangers, the concerns of others—simply faded away.

"Sir?" one of his sailors asked, filthy cap in hand.

"What is it?" Humperdink spat, annoyed.

"The other ships are signaling in. At least, they were signaling in before we crossed the line. Now we can't see them. They couldn't help but notice that we are going into the Tortuga Quadrangle."

"Yes. Yes. What of it?"

"No one who has ever gone in has ever made it out alive."

"They did. It's the only way they could have beaten me to Sangre Island. And they've been retired for years! How dangerous can it be?"

The sailor looked doubtful.

"If they can make it, I can make it," Humperdink said, ending the conversation.

The henchman walked away but turned back, hesitating. "You mean 'we' can make it, don't you, Sir?"

But Humperdink had already turned back to the fog and the sea, looking for his prey. He was convinced that while there might be dangers in these waters, right now, nothing was more dangerous than he.

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