The Spring Raids - Part 3

The men were even more full of doubt now. The mountain route did nothing to excite them. The Yarmdon were people of the sea. Yes, indeed, plenty of raids had been conducted through the mountain paths and many had been successful, but it was the seas and the rivers and their ships that lent them their edge in their raiding. It was not hiking the rocky paths over steep cliffs and hills. That was madness.

Vol nodded twice as he stroked his chin. He still hadn't gotten a lick of hair on it yet, given his youth, but the thickness of his square jaw more than offset any lack of manliness that might have instilled. Blackbeard narrowed his eyes. It was an expression as close as one could get to being outright hostile without going straight to blows. There'd been a tight tension building between Blackbeard and Vol for months, but neither had said anything to really cause it to come to blows. Not yet.