Epilogue
There was something vaguely amusing about being attacked by skeletons in the dead of night. There was absolutely no point in fighting back as none of them could die, and that included the man they were attacking. Had the situation not been so serious, it would have made him laugh out loud.
Not that he was in a position to fight back anyway. Strapped to a canon, if he had the sharpest sword in the world it would have done him no good now. No good at all.
Oh yes – it was very amusing alright. If they had been able to threaten him with death, possibly the pirate in him might have cracked under the pressure and told them where it was. As it was, he had nothing to be afraid of. What could they possibly do to him now? Down to the locker with him, they said. Well, it wasn't an idea he particularly fancied, but there were worse things that could happen.
Damn them all, they deserved to be cursed and remain cursed. And he felt safe in the knowledge that they would remain just that, for he knew what they did not – yet. He had seen the scrolls and he knew they needed his blood, as well as the gold piece he had sent away.
And William smiled to himself, as he sank down into the sea, strapped to a canon. Bloody bunch of idiots.