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The pirate grinned brightly. He was long, lithe and pretty, but terrifying, none the less.
"Tell us where you keep your money and we'll release you and crew and ship in one piece." the captain was bound to the mast.
"We just left port, dropped all our goods off. All the money we have, it's on our person. It's not much, but please, my men... It took them so long to earn that money."
"Your saying your cargo hold is empty?"
"It has our supplies for our trip back to Spain." The man smirked.
"What sort of supplies?" Captain Whilit swallowed.
"Food." He answered. "Water." He shrugged and The pirate smiled.
"Then if you don't mind, my men are going down there to check." He nodded and three of his men went towards the hold. They soon came back up the stairs.
"He was telling the truth."
"The only thing special was him." He gestured back to the native that was struggling in the arms of the largest pirate. He was screaming, or as the English would say he was 'squawing.' he was shirtless, and still wearing the leather embellished with beads, and moccasins. He obviously hadn't eaten in days, and he was covered in bar shaped bruises.
"I thought there was food down there."
"He's a gift for a no...ble?" He said the word slowly because The pirate captain got very close to his face. He flinched backward.
"Sure about that?"
"She has a soft spot for exotic slaves."
"Oh yes?" He laughed. "Sweet." He hit the ground hard
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