CHAPTER TEN
Less than ten minutes later, Fingerprints, myself, and Red Tide and his crew stood outside the Dead Man’s Inn. We stood on the boardwalk near the ships, a good distance from the inn itself, although not so far that I couldn’t hear the shouts and singing coming from the drunks within. A warm wind blew off the ocean just then, bringing with it the stink of Red Tide, algae, and old ships covered in both.
Red Tide’s crew had formed a loose circle around me, Fingerprints, and Red Tide. Although none of them had their weapons drawn, quite a few carried large, burning torches that helped to illuminate the makeshift battlefield that we had turned the boardwalk into. Despite the lack of weapons, I could sense that Red Tide’s crew were all ready to make sure that neither Fingerprints n
