Brianna swung a machete to clear a path through the trees and plants as she and Gavin forced their way through the thick underbrush of the Black Isle. Despite the fact that she walked this path a few times each year, the plants and wildlife always grew back to conceal the entrance, as if nature itself wanted to hide the pirate haven.
Exotic birds trilled in the mist that hung like a cloak around the island. Between the mist and the forest, the island was shrouded in darkness.
Ahead of them lay a small village built by escaped slaves, known as Maroons. A few of the older pirates, like her father, had their own small houses in the village to stay in when they visited. The Black Isle was a true pirate haven in an age when most had been destroyed by navies from the great nations that still v
