Blackbeard's Justice (The Voyages of Queen Anne's Revenge Book 3) by Jeremy McLean

Author:Jeremy McLean [McLean, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2016-09-30T04:00:00+00:00

12. Debt of Justice

"Yea, that's the one. Cache-Hand. It's so… what's the word? Obvious. It'd be the same if you up and called yerself Blackbeard, or if Blackwood here called himself Weak Legs," Delgado said with a hearty laugh as he motioned towards Herbert.

"Excuse me for a moment," Edward said, and then he turned around to leave.

Delgado had a smirk on his face. "Don't tell me you're actually called Blackbeard? Sorry mate, I didn't know you were that plain."

"It's nothing you said, sir," Edward replied, then he looked at Roberts. "Roberts, take over for me, would you? Find out what we need to know." Roberts nodded, a look of concern in his eyes.

Edward left the whorehouse, walked a few houses down, and then stepped into an alley. He fell to his side against the wall of the home and was breathing heavily. He could feel the beads of sweat pouring from his forehead despite the cold of the night. His hands were shaking, and he felt nauseated.

Why does it have to be him? The picture of Cache-Hand, of William Locke's face, invaded Edward's mind like a sickness. The name repeated over and over in his head until Edward slammed his heavy fist against the wall. Why that name? Why?

The old, healed wounds across Edward's body began to ache again. The fresh pain was like a memory, his body's memory. His body was telling him of the danger, warning him to stay away from the one who did this to him.

Footsteps approached behind him, and he looked over his shoulder to see Anne standing there. Edward pushed himself off the wall and turned around. He wiped the sweat off his brow.

"It was hot," Edward said. "I needed some fresh air."

Anne did not say a word, and instead stepped over to him and embraced him. "My sweet Edward," she said, her gentle voice penetrating the pain.

For a moment he stood there, stock still, his heart beating in his ears, but then he reached his arms around and accepted his wife's love. Her warmth washed over him, as if she were sharing her calm to quell his storm.

"You are here, you are now, you are not then," she chanted.

With each breath they shared, Edward could feel his heartbeat returning to normal. He ignored the thoughts that plagued his mind, and focussed on the moment rather than the past. After a few minutes, he felt relaxed and fresh again.

Edward laughed. "You have a strange power over me," he said.

Anne grinned. "I should hope so, husband. After all, I am your better half."

"This is true," Edward said with a mirrored grin.

"Tell me what you want, and I would see it done," Anne said, a serious look in her eyes.

"You do not need to do anything. We, however, need to kill Cache-Hand. Only then will I be rid of this curse."

Anne looked at him, concern in her eyes. She placed her hand on his cheek. "There is no shame in fear."

Edward shook his head, pushing her hand away.

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