“There’s a difference between not knowing how something will turn out and going in fucking blind Flint.” How did this man live? Shaking his head, Charles stabbed at the map with his finger, “This blind spot is all well and good, but how are you proposing we get to it without bottoming out our ships, or being noticed by the soldiers in the fort? If they fire on us before we get to this area, we’re as good as sunk.”
Withdrawing his hand, he met the man’s eyes squarely, challenging and unyielding. “I want this as much as you do – but I have no intention of being stupid about it. The fuck’s the point of all this if none of our men are alive to profit from it? You have our support, so stop scrambling to convince us to follow you and start focusing on how to use us properly. I know you’re smarter than this, so prove it.”
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