It had been a long and most trying day for all parties, of that Andre held no doubt. The sting of betrayal hung heavy in the air, as acrid and bitter as the gunsmoke the sea breeze had yet to wash away. For him it was one in a long line of them – but for the Englishman, he supposed it was a new flavor to swallow.
After a moment of considering that, Andre shifted – not much, but enough to call to mind another sting as his arm protested the motion vigorously. Enough, too, for his shoulder to press against the other man’s and provide a sense of solidarity to the fellow who had been such a steady companion on a journey none of them could have predicted to be so damned.
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