Ravensblood Forest letter of marque

His lip curled. "We ain't called pirates for nothing," snapping back, internalising her comment far more than he should have. "The sea's in our blood. If she seen weakness in one o' my crew, that don't speak for all of us."

It certainly didn't for him. His heels dug into soil. Something must have held Crowell back from pursuit; he refused to believe the man had simply given up. Especially when it concerned the salt whore that likely gew his progeny within.

"I ain't stupid." It would not send a good message if news of the escapee gave his men any funny ideas. "If she's alive, it would benefit us both. Which is why- which is why I need yer help." Bile rose in his throat. Nox quickly spat it in the space between them.