Grayson
I watch the two pirates disappear into the backstreets of Port Kingsley, debating if I should follow. By the time I climb down the rope, they will have vanished. Wisps of smoke in the night. It is highly unlikely I'd catch them.
They were gone. My mother's pendant with them.
I pound my fist on the hard stone again, barely feeling the pain that radiates through my hand. I let out a pent-up breath.
I cannot lose the pendant. It is all I have left of her.
After a moment's hesitation, I swing myself over the wall and climb down the rope. My feet hit the ground with a thump, knees bending to take the impact.
I straighten up and walk into the town. A few people race around the street, hurrying to hide or defend their homes and businesses. Windows are hastily boarded up and doors are locked. Little good it will do them if the pirates make it this far.
As I walk, sweeping my eyes back and forth searching for any sign of the pirates, I consider what I already know.
The pirates headed into town, instead of towards the sea and the ship currently waging war in the harbour. True, they were probably just running from the fighting, but it is possible that this is all part of their larger plan. That display out in the harbour was one serious distraction.
Perhaps to spring the young pirate from prison. The more I think about it, the more it makes sense. That was their plan all along.
If I were them, I would want to get away from this island as fast as possible. Which means they need a boat. But not from the port.
Unless someone was waiting for them.
If this was a planned prison break, then that would make sense. I know that a pirate's smarts didn't hold much merit with the navy, but some of them were strategic thinkers. It would explain how they had evaded capture for so many years.
Distant shouts reach my ears. Indistinct cheers and shouting. It could mean only one thing.
The pirate ship is retreating.
I picture the island in my head. The closest stretch of water was Driftwood Inlet. Deep enough to bring a ship quite close to land but secluded enough to avoid detection.
It wasn't much to go on, but it was better than nothing.
I look up, noticing an old man cowering behind his horse and cart. I reach into my jacket but then silently curse, remembering she stole my coins. I'll just have to make do and see how this goes.
"Excuse me, sir." I stop in front of the old man. "May I borrow your horse? I'm an Aurellian Guard and I need it. I promise to bring it back."
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Pirate Nation
ПриключенияPirates of the Caribbean meets Robin Hood with a dash of Aquaman, in this action-packed seafaring adventure. A century ago, the Kingdom of Aurellia's heir was lost at sea along with a ship full of palace treasures and the Aurellian crown. According...
