The Corsair didn’t turn. His eyes were fixed on the distant flickering lights of the Spanish fort. "They forget that the mist belongs to the dead, Morgan. And tonight, I am their messenger."
"I do not kill men in the dark, Van Guld," the Corsair said, his voice as cold as the deep Atlantic. "Look at the moon. It is the last thing you will see before you face the brothers you betrayed." chernyi korsar skachat knigu
The Black Corsair was the first to leap across the chasm between the ships. His rapier flashed like lightning in the dark. He moved with a cold, surgical precision, a whirlwind of black silk and sharpened steel. Every strike was a name— Ferrante , Rolando —the brothers he had lost. The Corsair didn’t turn
"Alerta!" a cry went up, but it was drowned out by the roar of the Corsair’s boarding party. And tonight, I am their messenger