A sound of metal hitting the floor resounded through the bathhouse.
The occupants looked down to see a piece of eight lying innocently on the bathhouse floor.
Warrick glanced over to Tony, who shrugged slightly.
They all turned as footsteps echoed against the boards.
Everyone stared in shock.
“How did you get in here!?” Feng glared at his guards. This was the second invader, heads were going to roll he guaranteed it!
“Advantages of the undead.” He smirked, his hand slipping into the moonlight, showing his skeletal frame. “I have no interest in rescuing Sparrow, but I do have an interest in something of greater importance.”
Will growled low in his throat, struggling against his captors for the first time since they pulled him out of the water. They tried to hold him, eyes going wide as the wood log began to splinter.
“The song has been sung. The time is upon us. We must convene the Brethren Court. As one of the nine Pirate Lords, ye must honor the call.” Barbossa looked over at Captain Sao Feng. “It be time to put our differences aside. The First Brethren Court gave us rule o’ the seas. And now that rule is being challenged by Lord Cutler Beckett.”