Fernando shifted his attention to the wall. Was someone finally breaking through his prison?
He’d only taken a small purse–enough to cover immediate expenses.
But his shipmates had caught him, and even though all privateer gold was stolen, the captain had decreed Fernando be bricked in with the cache.
The wall collapsed, and the men peered in. They saw Fernando and screamed. Their terror made it easy to herd them off the cliff in the dark.
He’d paid for this gold with his life. It was his.