“That one right there? That’s the Crocodile. The Devourer of Men.” The sweaty pastry widens his eyes and lurches back. He drops the lantern and the glass shatters, the flame snuffing out. The other guards laugh at his expense and he sputters in counter. “I didn’t recognize him! I didn’t know.” The man who punched the Captain gives the embarrassed guard a pat on the shoulder. “Fair not, Basker. You’re right to be afraid. He’s more dangerous than the pirate.” “Christ,” the Captain mutters. “Sorry.” I bump his knee with mine and wink at him. “Looks like I’m more infamous than you.”
