games
: Pirates CSG
: Pirates of the Cursed Seas: Rise of the Fiends
Blackheart:
“Now tell me,” Blackheart said, his voice a low growl barely audible above the creaking in the ship’s hold. “Tell me where you buried De La Cruz’ gold.”
“Never!” Sunderland yelled, not quite believing his own feeble reply.
Blackheart shook his shaggy head, and beneath his grizzled beard cracked a smile like a broken dinner plate. He picked up a small chest and placed it on the barrel next to Sunderland, opening it so that the prone Englishman could see its contents. Blackheart extracted a pair of wicked metal implements with seemingly unnecessary blades and teeth.
“I think ye’ll change your mind,” Blackheart said. Sunderland’s screams tore through the night, startling the men on watch who looked at each other nervously. Each time the shrieking began again, the helmsman took a drink of rum. An hour later, when Blackheart emerged from the hold, the helmsman could barely stand.
“Here’s yer new heading,” Blackheart said, dropping a rough map on the deck, drawn in blood on a torn bandage. “Make for that island as if Hell itself were on yer heels.”
