Nami's Territory - Erotic

Cha 17: Wells

RING, RING, RING, RING, RING.

"Hello! My boy Kyne! How you doing?" a voice answered as Kyne held his phone up to his ear, pacing back and forth in his living room while dodging broken glass. "You left an hour ago, don't tell me you're taking your work with--"

"They've got her," Kyne interrupted. "Boss, that Captain, the one Nami spoke about, they have her."

"What?" His boss's voice faltered over the phone, a long pause ensued, and right as Kyne was about to explain further, his boss continued. "How do you know?"

"I know because my house has been ransacked. Her phone is left behind. She is no where to be found. She's gone. As far as we know, there was only one group going after her. You know? The one I profoundly tried to keep her away from?"

"Okay, okay, I get it." A sigh echoed on the other side of the phone. "Would you believe she's alive?"

"Absolutely. She explained that they planned to treat her well, and I've only found one large blood stain, but considering there is a bite mark in my couch, I'm assuming she caused the blow."

"Hah, good for her," his boss joked, but his nervousness flood through the phone. It seemed he was but trying to lighten the mood. "Th-this isn't good. For multiple reasons, but more importantly, because someone was kidnapped.... kidnapped. Kyne, she was on the Mainland?"

Kyne pinched his snout. "Yes, she was on the Mainland when kidnapped, but that means little. We can get the police involved, they'll look for her, but there isn't much they can do outside of that."

"Then call them, have them look. Pack some things and meet me at Pier 13 once you've ironed everything out. The more eyes the better, but we'll do our own work."

Kyne pulled the phone away from his ear for a few heartbeats. He knew there was a reason he should call his boss before the authorities, and it would seem he made the right choice. "Sounds like a plan, see you then." 

The wolf-anthro followed through. He contacted the police, let them tour his home, gave him a description of Nami, to which...they didn't need one. They knew her. He discovered that she's crossed the law a few times before, but the officers laughed about the situations. As they put it, "The poor dragon just didn't know Mainland law. But once she did, she never passed through the hands of authorities again. Dragons aren't nearly as bad as my parents made them out to be." What's more, all of them were distressed over the fact that their nearby orcadragon had been taken. While that'd been relieving at first, they echoed what Kyne's boss said. There wasn't much they could do, and what they could do would take time. They wouldn't even be given allowance onto her island for at least a month to check up on her, unless she was there to let them in. It was all complicated.

Kyne thanked them for their time, and they all agreed that they'd find her, but the officers didn't look hopeful. Kyne couldn't calm their doubts, and they couldn't help his. So, once they left, Kyne first fixed his door enough that it appeared locked and closed, packed his things as so asked to do, and headed to Pier 13. 

He rushed there, speeding past milage limits the entire distance until he arrived at the parking lot and spotted his boss's vehicle. Kyne jumped out to meet with him as he hollered, "Boss!"

His boss also left his vehicle, though speedily put his finger to his lips. "Don't call me boss right now. My name."

"Oh...uh," Kyne lifted his shoulders. "What do you have in mind, Mr. Wells?" 

Wells sighed at Kyne's choice in name, but it worked. "It's good to meet you Kyne, I hear you want to buy my boat." Wells extended his hand to Kyne with a cheesy smile. 

Kyne scrunched his snout and looked his boss over. Well's expression was easy to read, more so than most, as Wells was a human. No fur blocked his eyes, his mouth completely clear and obvious, and more than anything and just like always, he seemed so out of place amongst the anthros. Here, Kyne figured out his boss was creating a ruse. 

"Yes of course," Kyne pulled out his paw and shook his boss's hand. "I've been searching for one for a while, yours fits my criteria."

"Very well and good to hear! Why don't we take the guy out and you can make your choice?"

"Sounds perfect! Let's go!" Perhaps Kyne sounded too enthusiastic. He'd never been much of an actor before, but Wells on the other hand, despite Kyne being able to tell what he's up to, seemed perfectly level with his acting. He knew how to sound like a salesman. 

The two went off, speed walking to the dock where Kyne assumed Wells had a boat. A boat that Kyne had never been aware he had until today, even with all the years he's worked for the man. Step after step, and Kyne couldn't help but watch his surroundings. Who was near, who was watching, did any match the description Nami once gave him. Though, her descriptions were vague and simple, there would be little chance that he'd find someone who matched. 

"Eyes forward Kyne," Wells said as he noticed his employee scanning too frequently. "The boat you're wanting to see is up ahead."

There they turned to a boat. White with purple accents up the side, and titled, "The Vast". Wells hopped on board immediately and walked down stairs. The stomach had some good room in it, enough for a bed and storage. Wells gave Kyne a short tour, moved back to the top, started the boat and steered it out to sea. 

They went on for ten minutes, going at a high speed before Wells slowed down. "Okay, whew, let's talk." 

"Was all that necessary?" Kyne peered over his shoulder from where they came from. "We couldn't just leave?"

"No, we couldn't. I've a lot of people interested in my work, and a lot more interested in who I speak to. Selling a boat was the best idea I could come up with on short notice. All that is beside the point though," Wells grabbed the wheel of the boat, "I'm almost a hundred percent certain I know where they're taking Nami. Ninety-five percent, give or take, but close enough." Wells waited for Kyne to react, but he gave little compensation. "Have you heard of Raursa's Island?"

Kyne snorted and jeered, "There? You think they took her to Raursa?" He shook his head and paws before leaning back in his chair. "They said they'd treat her right. They'd have to sell her there."

"Exactly," Wells snapped his fingers and pointed at Kyne. "Raursa may buy people, but they treat them all like queens and kings. They are the rarest of species all in one space in an attempt to revive and help those who are endangered. Even the free willed who arrive there are paid handsomely, fed, and housed in the best accommodations. The difference being that the willing can come and go, so long as they do come back after receiving compensation. The sold are given such freedoms."

What felt like an impossible likelihood now weighed greatly on Kyne. Perhaps that was plausible. "I...don't know what to do then. Raursa is... the whereabouts are not well known."

"It'll take us a day of sailing," Wells began moving the boat again a specific direction. 

"Excuse me?!" Kyne lurched forward in his seat to get a good look at Wells face. "It's a day away and you know that because?"

"Because I have patients I treat there."

"Since when?" 

"Since long before you worked for me," the boat sped up as Wells continued. "By the way, you called me Mr. Wells before, that's doctor, remember."

"Yeah...we were plotting...remember? And, wait, roll back. Why would you treat patients there? Isn't, I don't know, morally not okay?"

Dr. Wells shrugged and sighed, "Not really. I'll help just about anyone, and I do believe in their mission, besides the roundabout ways they go to get there. Dragon-anthros are going extinct, Kyne. Because of humans and halfers, even some of your own anthro-kind, wanting to poach exotic people. People, Kyne. If it takes making an exclusive island to protect men and women, I'll support them. But that doesn't mean Nami shouldn't get a choice."