Thunder Flower’s First Duel: Gripping Victory from the Jaws of Death
The dusty square stank of sweat, gunpowder, and sea salt. My throat throbbed, marked by the noose’s cruel kiss. Legs wobbly from the hanging, I stood tall, Metal Hurlant heavy in my grip. Pirates hooted behind me. Brits spat curses ahead. SilverJones grinned from the shadows. I had demanded this. A duel with SousCouff. My…