It was too small to really hold it in the grip of his hand and if he tried to lash out with it he'd be hacked to pieces in seconds. He swallowed as an idea occurred to him.
Koke reached up and wiped at the cold sweat on his brow. His plan could work given what he knew of these pirates, but it was humiliating even to consider.
His jaw firmed and his grip tightened on the small bone fragment. Survival. Survival was what it was all about now.
He was going to survive to find his sister!
He only hoped that her predicament was better than his right now. He thought of the tough soldier type that he had passed his sister off onto.
A brief smile touched his lips. She was safe all right. Vainly though he wished that he was more of a confident warrior type like Colt, but he'd have to do with whatever he could nerve up in terms of courage.
As someone once said courage isn't the absence of fear, but rather the management of it.