Ashuel

  He did not care even to notice he wasn’t alone until he reached the shore of the large town, a flintlock pistol resting in loose fingers, the grip easy and his expression calm enough that one could easily assume he had no fears about his place on the beach that night. The entire place was deserted at first sight, the people of the town assuredly sound asleep in their beds; the sea remained at low tide, exposing much of the coastline itself. If he glanced behind himself he could still catch sight of his ship resting on the waters quite a distance away, although near enough that he didn’t feel, thank God, abandoned. Drawing a tre