Hawk the Islander: The Slaver's Mark (boyxboy)

I thought I scuttled Captain Hawk and the blood he craved. I thought I replaced him with a fool who settled for peace and the quiet love o' Kai. I was wrong, by the bones o' Davy Jones. For a year, this cursed jungle let me live the lie. Now, they are snatching the little ankle-biters. It ain't the waves or the wild beasts-it's the old, rotten evil o' man. Me quiet anchor's been ripped from the sand. I've got to strap me cutlass back on and hunt 'em, knowin' the awful truth: the pirate's rage is the only tide strong enough to save this island. And if I fail? I'm trading me life for a lonely, bloody death in the sand.