The bo'sun and I had armed ourselves, and we were standing at the plank. The crew looked a little grim, and I tried to project some sort of confidence as we prepared to meet who knew what. Not being my usual custom to wear armour, I was a little stiff, and the bo'sun seemed a little ill at ease also, although maybe he had seen Perce and was wondering what fate awaited us. I clapped him on the shoulder, uttered a few words of encouragement, and we stepped off into the gloom.
The endless night seemed to draw in around us; whispers could be heard outside the dim light cast by our torch, or perhaps that was only my imagination. Wishing we had questioned Perce a little more at length, we had come to the edge of the jetty, and perceived a town off to the northeast. "Perhaps not the path," I suggested to the bo'sun; he consented with a grim nod of his head. We stepped off into the gloom.
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