Blackbeard Point

He sat in the driver's seat, trembling, staring out at the Point.

Elias threw the truck into gear and floored the gas. As he sped down the dirt road, he checked his rearview mirror. blackbeard point

It was a face covered in wild, knotted hair. A beard woven with slow-burning fuses, hissing and sparking. Eyes that held the madness of a man who had sold his soul for a decade of tyranny on the high seas. He sat in the driver's seat, trembling, staring

If you are planning a trip to this historic landmark, here is what you can expect: He sat in the driver's seat