They found themselves taken to a make-shift camp with temporary tents that have been discolored, and a small fire. Surrounded by many men more discussing then the pirates, witch Megan used to believe was impossible.
After a minute of processing what was happening, she composed herself. She devised a plan that would hopefully work out well for both her and Terric. "You will release us right now. As you can see by this collar I am property of the Pirate King, and as such, if you harm me or my escort, you will answer directly to the Pirates." she tilted her collar to the firelight for them to see.
"Alright, we'll leave you alone," The man punched Terric in the gut, leaving him crumpled on the ground. "After we strip you of your belongings. Search them"
Within a minute they both were thoroughly searched.
"The girl had nothing but her collar, which we can't get off. He had a dagger, sword, and a money pouch, feels to be worth about 35 units."
"Good, tie them up and leave them to the wolves. Cover up any sign that we were here" the leader told his men.
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Once they were tightly bound with their arms together behind them and their legs as well, they were placed against a tree and left there.
After a few minutes, she was the first to speak. "I'm sorry, I tried..."
"It's alright," he said putting his hand on her cheek. It took her a moment to register.
"How did you-"
"Those were such amateur knots, really," he said, grinning.
"We'd better start walking back now, and maybe you can get some sleep tonight," he said, starting to untie her arms before he finished his legs. Without his sword, another thought came to mind. "Let's hope we don't run into any more trouble." He helped her to her feet and walked to the camp with her hand in his.
YOU ARE READING
Sweet Defeat
FantasyWind lost from her sails, the young princess and rightful heir to the thrown prepares to be unwillingly boarded by pirates, and is confronted with the Pirate King himself. What will she be willing to do to defend her crew from falling in his hands?
