Hoisting the Jolly Roger. The skull and crossbones. The grinning face of doom. This face tells the villagers to hide their children and pray.
“That’s not what it means,” said the old man. “Them bones is the remains of Roger Jewell, and no one feared him. He ran like a wench at every sign of peril. And if he got cornered, he’d beg for his life. So bring that flag down, cut it into pieces and we shall all wipe our arses with him.”
All it took was the tip of my sword to shut him up.