Chapter 81: THIRD POV.
'What in the...' Jacob nearly gasped when he was on her ship with her.
Up until this moment, he had been looking at the massive vessel from the deck of the smaller slaver ship.
He had expected to see men hanging from the rigging, guards standing at every railing, and the constant noise of a busy crew preparing for war.
Instead, as his feet hit the polished wood of the main deck, he was met with a silence so thick it was eerie.
The wind whistled through the massive sails, and the ship groaned as it moved over the waves, but there were no voices.
No shouting.
No sound of boots running across the wood.
Jacob stood there for a second, his eyes darting left and right.
He looked toward the helm, then down toward the gun deck where dozens of cannons sat idle.
He looked up at the crow's nest. Everything was still. He walked a few paces forward, his own footsteps echoing loudly against the deck.
