Harry’s crew were in a schism. Some, loyal to Harry whatever the cost, kept on working through the eye of the storm. Several pirates stared up at Harry, and were making their way up to the helm.
‘She’s bad luck, we need to throw her overboard,’ they said together. ‘Captain Red Beard, we demand you turn back, or we will take control of your ship!’
‘You dare talk of mutiny!’ he shouts, above the rumble of thunder.
‘I dare,’ his second in command takes a step. ‘This is madness, we cannot go further into this storm. We will all perish, and this witch is the cause.’
Harry is about to say something, when I intervene. I am the cause of this storm, but we are so close to the island.