X Marks the Spot

arkers, slowly tracking the narrow trail. Where are you? The sullen captain withdrew a compass

e gonna want

ent of scorched wood greeted the man before he had completed his journey. He stopped his advance mid-step, twirling on his heels to peer out the cab

the ship. His crew scuttled about the deck in a frenzy, screaming of ominous omens and bad luck. A group of the men had splinted off f

ghty big ‘un too. Looks like they took down a small fleet. There are at leas

captain stood motionless,

ls can’t be far. The smoke is still fresh. If they can take do

ve caused th

we do,

ght the captain’s gaze. He rushed to the side of the hull, peerin

efore the man leaped back onto the deck, huffing and puffing to catch his breath. “Your glass, sir,” he wh

d from atop the crow’s nest. “

an gasped as the captain extended the met

hair, and skin clinging to the charred debris. The mass was relatively still. Only the

ed, looking to his c

ing the glass from his eye and snapping it shut