the smuggler’s bible

Chapter Eleven: The Alchemist’s Hour

The cursed timepiece’s red hand stood unmoving at twelve o’clock—the ritual position. “Now! Give it to me!” the alchemist cried. “All of this can be undone!”

Tattersail the Pirate King shook his head slowly. “I apologize,” he said, turning to Hognut. “I’ve taken so much from you. Now, given the chance to return it all, the years and the strife, I refuse.”

“I understand perfectly,” Hognut said. “Merry Christmas, my old friend.”

“Merry Christmas,” Tattersail said as he threw the watch high into the air, where it hung sparkling like a jewel until his pistol ball found its mark.