The skull tattooed brute who had just boarded the ship less than ten days ago, dug his ear and bent down, his head tight against the ground.
"People are coming! Lord Rein, and... a large troop of cavalry, about two li away."
The tattooed brute stood up and reported eagerly, his hearing was astonishing.
Fen's phantom nodded in acknowledgment, but he could not stay any longer, as the coast was perilous. He could only provide support, and Archer, who was scouting, probably was about to return to the ship as well.
The three top combatants of the Black Sail were gathered in the woods beside the main road, along with Morison and Ox.
Around eighty pirates were also hidden on either side of the woods, ready to strike unexpectedly.