Finally, after months at sea, locked-up below the deck of an Imperial frigate, your involuntary voyage has come to an end.
You still bare the scars from the battle during which you were imprisoned. You overheard conversations of the crewman from the decks above that the battle was only one of many skirmishes this vessel met on its journey.
You also know the vessel's name, Sargo, a small scout vessel of the Imperial Navy, and that its destination is a large port city called Marassa.
The sound of gulls confirms the impending end of this voyage. The taste of dry land is a guarantee you're sure of, but what fate the imperials have in store for you here remains to be seen.
Surrounding you, coughing in the dark, smothering underbelly of the Sargo, are other prisoners. None have spoken much since your capture two days ago, for fear of tasting the whip of their guards. However, the man next to you, bound by ropes at his wrists and ankles, is tapping you with his elbow.
IGNORE HIM
SEE WHAT HE WANTS
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