Bluebeard was miles away from Razmyr Krestov ship and he saw everything through the use of dark magic no man should dabble in. He sat with his legs crisscrossed, eyes rolled in the back of his head while playing a flute nonstop. Jamawei watched him in disapproval. He'd destroy himself just to save his favorite son that would never do the same for him. He'd given years to his father, and had it been him who was kidnapped he'd still be sailing upon the sea's without word of his kin.