Burning Tides Illustration

"Without thinking, I flick the card. It slices toward Graves. His gun thunders. My card takes out Gangplank’s man. His pistol was leveled at Malcolm’s back. Behind me, another member of his crew slumps to the ground, a knife in his hand. If Graves hadn’t shot him, he could’ve had me, cold. We both look at each other. Old habits."

I just can't seem to stop drawing stuff from this awesome story. Here's the latest, featuring pretty much the first background I've had the patience to draw since preschool.