Ravensblood Forest letter of marque

And desperate he was. Murkwood had been built on a tightrope - a thinly balanced line where his power and respect hung heavily in the hands of his crew. Some saw through him already, others he was sure would follow. "Y'know the coast well," he began, feeling all the more conflicted. "Search the shore with me. She may have washed up."

Dead or alive. In truth, he almost wished for the latter. Crowell's failure was apparent, and despite the circumstances, someone must pay for the pirate's lost bounty. Let it be her to find the body, he thought cruelly. Let her see that defiance only means death. And his grip began to tighten around those who remained.

To @Meredith he turned now, leaving Mireille to ruminate the offer as he slunk to her in hushed tones. "Speak with Crowell. Make 'im spill exactly what happened, or he'll have it comin'."