The Sanguine and Blackbeard's Cutlass

“Keep talking, Teach,” you say.

His eyes flash anger. “You’ll not command me, lamb.”

“Lamb?”

“That’s what they see you as. A lamb to be slaughtered to their god. The sword feeds on blood.”

You turn to Quetzalli. “Is this true?”

“No! Well, yes, the blade’s strength grows with blood, but that’s not why you’re here,” she answers.

Your hand grips the sword at your hip. “If you attempt to break our partnership, it will be your blood the cutlass drinks.”

Visibly angered, Quetzalli speaks through a clenched jaw. “Don’t threaten me, shipmaster. Keep your eyes on the mission. Our true enemy is Xolotl and the blight.”

It’s a sad thing to see another of my kind seduced by the beauty of the indigenous population,” Blackbeard intervenes. “Tell me, would you agree to this partnership if she wasn’t strikingly beautiful?”

Your face goes red as you briefly make eye contact with Quetzalli. Towards Blackbeard you reply, “I’ll do whatever it takes to obtain the cutlass.”

Joining your side, Quetzalli adds, “We’ll both do whatever it takes.”
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