The Pirate Bride

The day was no longer what it had been.

The clear sky had gone dark. The breeze had gone chill and brisk, whispering with the coming rain. The clouds overhead billowed and rushed.

A storm was coming, and coming hard.

A perfect shield…

For a surprise attack.

A man stood leaning against one of the supports that held the bar upright, his head on his chest as if he had fallen asleep in a drunken stupor. “Which way?” Logan demanded.

The fellow didn’t move.

Logan shook him, and he opened one bleary eye. But Logan didn’t believe he was so far gone.

He shook the man harder.

“Which way?” he asked again.

“I don’t know.”

“Tell me, or I’ll slit you from the groin up,” Logan said evenly.

“The alley.”

“Which alley?” Logan demanded.

“The alley to the left. Cap’n Robert went that way not five minutes past. The…others came out a bit after.”

“How many?” Logan demanded.

The man shrugged.

“How many?” Logan repeated, his tone still low, but filled with a menacing promise.

“Eight…ten…”

Brendan was already running into the shadows.

Logan released his hold on the drunk and followed.

And the storm broke.

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