Preparing to Part - Part 9

That brought another ripple through the crowd. More confusion than excitement. Ranks? Whatever did that mean? They only had one rank. The leader. Everything else was nuanced. You were either a senior member, or you weren't – it wasn't a rank that you were given. It was just a product of environment and time.

"That confuses you," Vol said. "It should. The lot of us are Blackbeard's dogs. Lost. We need order, if we are to go any further. I am not as foolish as a part of me thinks. I do claim to think that we can accomplish much, merely based on the way that we've been fighting before. These numbers are large, and I will have order."