Cofresi blinked as the soldiers ordered him from the dark cell.
“Guess your days as ‘terror of the seas’ are over, eh?” said the one with the sneering face. He yanked at the chain that tethered Cofresi’s legs.
The solders laughed as they led him up the walkway.
“Scared now?” the dull-eyed one taunted. He grinned, revealing a fresco of broken-tile teeth.
Cowards like him were only brave when the men they feared wore irons. “It is you who should fear when you set my spirit free,” Cofresi said.
“Well that’ll happen soon enough,” said the Capitán.
Cofresi shrugged and walked into the courtyard. He’d been a lord, a murderer, a lover, a thief. He had been a savior. Now it was time to do what all men must do; the men that are good, the men that are bad, and the ones who are both.
Holy crap, it was fun exploring this old fort! It made me picture a pirate being walked to execution, and I didn’t have to dig far to find Roberto Cofresi.